'I hate to rush things, Amy, but…'
He lay her down on the conference table and got on top of her. He slid his arms around her waist and roiled her onto her back. He kissed her breasts once again and let his tongue trail down over her rib cage to her navel and dipped it inside. The warm, delicious-smelling perfume of her young body filled his nostrils. His lips against her satiny skin made his cock ache to be inside her.
He felt the brush of her pubic hair against his chin and moved further down. He closed his eyes tight and rubbed his lips back and forth over the soft folds of her outer lips.
Miss Simmons spread her legs further apart and her cunt opened up for him. He licked his lips, stuck out his tongue, and burrowed it into her pussy which was flowing freely with her juices. He began lapping the soft folds and digging his tongue in deeper until it touched her clitoris.
Miss Simmons squealed and threw her arms out on the conference table to cling to either side. Catch lapped her cunt until he felt it was ready for penetration, then he climbed back into position.
Her arms slid around his neck and she began biting and sucking at his chin as she surged against him. She threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around the small of his back, pulling him down on her. His cock had stiffened to a pulsating, granite-hard column of flesh. He ran his hands up and down her sides, savoring her smooth skin.
'Please put it in me, Catch!'
He wanted to wait for a few minutes before penetrating her. It would make it even sweeter. She began combing her fingers through his hair, gripping it, and pulled his face down to hers. She smashed her lips against his, opened up her mouth and began sucking them. As she did, she twisted her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his cock. Catch couldn't wait any longer. He raised himself up and began working the head of his cock into her cunt. His cock slid in about halfway, and he squeezed his fingers between their bodies so that he could feel it entering her. He stuck his finger into her cunt and searched for her clitoris.
Miss Simmons began moaning and pushed herself against him. Catch had managed to get his cock almost three-quarters of the way in when she began grunting with discomfort.
'I think we'd better try it a different way,' she said, with disappointment. 'I'm sorry, but you're so big.'
'Any way you want it, Amy.'
They broke apart and she rolled over on her stomach and got up on her hands and knees. Catch got behind her and began rubbing the head of his cock over her moist slit. His cock slid in easily and after several strokes he was able to get it all inside. Amy arched her back deeply and his cock buried itself into her hot pussy and his stomach pressed against her buttocks. With each movement his balls slapped against her vulva. He put his hands on her waist and began dog-fucking her with quick, fast thrusts of his mammoth tool.
Amy began writhing in front of him and wiggling her hips from side to side as she pushed back against him. Catch glanced nervously at the clock on the wall. It was eleven. The men would be coming any minute and so, he decided should he. He could feel his semen blooming inside him and plunged his cock in and out of her with abandon.
Amy mewed with delight and met him thrust for thrust. He put his hands under her body and cupped her breasts as he fucked her with only one thought…
I've got to come before they do!
The moans coming from Amy's throat were strained and becoming louder and louder. He fucked her even harder, titillating her clitoris with more rapidity.
'Oh, Oh! I think I can take it the other way better, Catch.'
Oh shit'
He hurriedly pulled his cock out of her. It was shiny with her pussy juice. He waited patiently while she rolled over on her back, then in one firm thrust he entered her again, this time all the way.
She crushed her lips against his, sucking and biting at his tongue as she shoved against him. She wrapped one of her legs around his hips and groaned with satisfaction. He cupped her tight buttocks in his hand and began fucking her with long strokes. Then she moved her legs up even higher and her body began shuddering convulsively.
'I'm coming, Catch, I'm coming!'
The ecstatic feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy seized Catch and he began fucking her with tremendous lunges. She met his cock halfway with each stroke, and his balls slammed against her small, tight ass each time he thrust into her. She tightened her mouth around his tongue and he began spearing it in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that his cock was fucking her cunt. She continued to shake violently and went into her second orgasm.
Catch ground his teeth together and let himself go. His semen burst into her. She cried with delight as she felt his thick come pouring into her body. She lurched up at him, using her pussy like a vise to wring the juice from his cock. Catch fell forward on top of her, completely expended, then suddenly he remembered…
The time!
He looked up.
'Jesus Christ, it's almost fifteen after.'
The two of them hurriedly got dressed and while Catch was downing his now-cold coffee, Miss Simmons unlocked the door. As she did, the four men stepped off the elevator to the reception room.
'Sorry to have been held up, Miss Simmons,' apologized Harry Dwyer.
'That's all right, Mr. Dwyer. Mr. Callahan and I had an interesting conversation.'
'Good. Now, Miss Simmons, if you would be good enough to brew some coffee for myself and the rest of the boys, we'll get our meeting started. Please don't let anything interrupt it. Take whatever messages may come in and tell them we'll call them back.'
'Of course, Mr. Dwyer. I'll see to it that you're not disturbed.'
Catch was exchanging greetings with the other three men, Keefe, Corson and Kelly.
'Looks like you've been working hard,' remarked Kelly, noticing the fatigue on Catch's face.
'I had a long night, Jerry,' Callahan quickly replied, 'putting the finishing touches on the report.'
'I'm anxious to hear all about it,' remarked Bradley Corson, a tight-lipped man in his middle forties who was not as convinced of Callahan's credentials as the others were.
Gerald Kelly went to the wall of the conference room closest to the table and pulled down a large detailed map depicting an aerial view of the Bayou Country Club.
Catch opened his briefcase and took out his report on the country club, and as soon as everybody was comfortably seated in the stuffed chairs and had coffee and ashtrays before them, Catch began.
Miss Simmons sat to his right, taking notes in shorthand on his report.
'Gentlemen, the Bayou Country Club, in a word, is a disaster. I've made a study, and eighty-five percent of its members don't bother to attend the country club more than once a year for the annual dance. The fifteen percent who do attend the club make very little use of its facilities.
'For example, the pool is generally empty and so are the tennis courts because the fifteen percent of the people who do use the club's facilities are afraid of getting cardiac arrest. The dining room does very little business. Of course I can't blame them, the food it atrocious, the service is lousy, and the decor is enough to make you throw up.'
'Isn't that a little strong?' said Corson.
'Bradley, you, Ed, Harry and Jerry are paying me for my opinion find I'm giving it to you straight.'
'Continue, Catch,' said Kelly. 'Knock it off, Brad. Let's wait arid hear what he has to say. You've been there. It's got to be losing money for some reason.'
'The reasons I already mentioned,' said Catch. 'Of course the help is terrible. There's no reason to expect them to be good because too few people mean too few tips. Now for the good news. The country club is ideally located. It is in the heart of the big money suburbs. It's an attractive location, and the buildings, in spite of the decor, are sound and in good condition. I have all the figures here if you'll look on page three. It could be a swinging country club, that is pulling down a big profit. I think that this can be done at your original figure of a hundred thousand dollars. The only bad thing that I can think of is that new grouping of apartment houses that they're putting up next to the golf course. It's ruining the view.'
'What do you suggest, Catch?' asked Kelly.
'Very simple, Jerry. We plant a row of Cyprus trees to block out the buildings. That saves the view.'
