slamming into the neck of her womb, harshly and angrily ramming against the cervical opening as if trying to get inside. His balls were tight and drawn up into his body, squeezing into his groin with such pressure they would shortly blow up. His fingers squeezed the tanned cheeks of her ass, kneading and all but bruising her fine flesh. She squirmed under him, making him realize how pliant and crushing her tight cunt really was. Her asscheeks bounced up from the bed, matching her need for him as he continued slamming viciously into her. He didn't give a damn whether or not she came. All he cared about was whether or not he'd be able to get his own rocks off.
'You really know how to fuck,' she breathed, matching every stroke of his with a counter thrust of her own. 'Just keep shoving it in deep and hard, just like that. I'm almost there.'
He knew she was going to come. He knew it as certainly as he knew his own orgasm was at hand. Well, hell! It looked like he hadn't lost his touch with other women after all. It should have made him overjoyed, but it didn't. That little part of his brain was annoying him, chastising him, shaming him for using his cock on this strange woman when he had the most perfect female in the world waiting for him later that evening. Damn! Damn! Damn! When the hell had he developed a conscience?
Adrienne was rotating her lush hips from side to side, thrashing madly around the solid cock lodged in her creaming cunt, pressed as far up into her quivering belly as it would go. Her pussy walls were contracting in time to the rhythmic way he was fucking into her, its multitude of tiny muscles squeezing and crushing, hungrily tasting the swollen cock he continued pressing into her. The watery lips of her down-lined omit continued clutching tightly to the magnificent prick riding between them, twitching every time they kissed the base of his cock.
Adrienne was groaning wildly, and Joe felt his throbbing cock expand to an even greater thickness and knew this was it. The orgasm could be held off no longer. Her sweaty, clasping thighs held his hips so tightly he would never have been able to move had there not been perspiration lubricating them.
Her face was contorted as her eyes rolled widely open, and then her calves were no longer around his ass, but all the way up almost around his neck, pulling her thighs all the more widely open, exposing more and more of her sensitive inner cunt as she squiggled her hips under him in a crazed, uncontrolled dance of wild rapture, screaming out her climax to him.
Orgiurio felt the hot, spurting cunt-juice of her climax spatter around his stiff cock as he continued to brutally batter her body with his, unable to understand what it was that was keeping the jism from spurting from his cock. Jesus! He was already in pain!
Her cunt convulsed spasmodically, screwing tightly around the solid meat of his punching cock. She was coming again and again, unable to control herself as his prick refused to shrink but continued jazzing into her at a wild rate.
Orgiurio knew he couldn't take much more of this. He didn't dare pull out. If he did, he would have unbelievable pain running through his groin, not to mention a hard-on of epic proportions which would be more than a little uncomfortable in the tight clothing he wore. The tremendous whirlpool of heat swelling his nuts within the contracted sac was completely unbearable. He was gasping, plunging his solid cock so deeply into her, he was sure he had to be hurting her. He had to come! He had to!
And then some deity took pity on him as the hot, sticky load of yam came spurting from his cock, flooding her anguished, raw interior. Like a balm it soothed the spots where friction had all but worn her inner flesh of her cunt away. His solid cock remained buried in her aching tunnel until he'd unloaded every drop of aim.
When he withdrew, he saw his cock was only partially shriveled. He really wasn't surprised. There had been almost no sensation when he'd popped his wad inside the blonde. The gushing had provided more relief than any kind of pleasure.
The blonde wanted him to stay for another round, thrilled to have found such a terrific cocksman. But he refused, telling her he had to take her application back to the office before closing time.
He dressed quickly, an odd, uncomfortable, sensation still in his nuts, and he bade the blonde farewell, and left. She called after him, telling him he was welcome back any time he pleased. But he knew he wouldn't be back. He could never go back to any other woman without Mickey at least knowing about it.
He was trapped all right. He was so trapped, he'd never be able to make it with another woman without Mickey's prior approval. He realized that now. He was as dominated by her as she was by him.
He hurriedly drove back to the Incidental Insurance office and handed in his application. Mickey was there, working as industriously as ever on the other side of the desk. God! It was so good to see her.
Just before he headed back to his office, she came over and said, 'Hi. I see you made the sale.'
'Yeah,' he nodded, 'made the sale.'
His hand was on the counter, and for a brief second she covered it with hers. And all of a sudden the sensation of orgasm, denied him when he was coming earlier, suddenly shot through him.
He didn't shoot again, but he felt the sensation as surely as if he had popped a load.
Christ! He was trapped all right. But somehow he felt as if he'd never want to escape the trap.
