Seconds later, he was standing next to her desk, she
was sitting in her chair. To anyone passing by they
looked like any other executive and secretary
discussing business.
“That was wonderful, Nick,” Sally grinned. Her face
was flushed red, her eyes were gleaming. “You’ve made
my day.”
“I knew you’d be surprised to find me there,” Nick
laughed. “Pleasantly surprised.”
“Risky, though,” she said.
“Not really. I mean, who would ever imagine that while
you’re sitting there I’m down between your legs?”
“If anyone had come by while I was coming … "
“But they didn’t,” Nick shrugged.
Her green eyes twinkled as she licked her full,
red-painted lips. “Is there anything I can do for you,
Mr. Harrison?”
He smiled. “Yes, you can come in my office in about
five minutes and have a bite of lunch.”
“I’ve already eaten,” she giggled, “but I could do
with a bite.” Nick grinned again and then walked to
the door, opened it, and entered his office. His cock
was still painfully hard under his slacks. He knew
that the first touch of Sally’s lips would send his
gism soaring.
He glanced out the window again. Across a forty-story
canyon he could see the windows of another office
building, people moving back and forth. He had to
laugh to himself to think that, if anyone were looking
from that building toward his window, they were about
to catch a real eyeful.
Nick swung around to face his desk, then slid down his
zipper and reached in for his cock. He pulled the
long, fat tool free of his briefs and breathed a sigh
of relief as the hard pole was exposed to the cool
air. The cap was swollen and red, blood pulsed visibly
through the purple veins that covered his shaft.
The door opened slowly, Sally poked her head in.
“Come in, Miss Lewis, I have a job for you,” he
smiled.
She closed the door behind her and approached his
desk. He watched her skirt swing back and forth over
her legs, then enjoyed the wobble of her tits under
her tight green sweater.
“Well, I see you’re ready for me,” she grinned when
she reached the side of his desk and looked down at
his crotch. “Think I should lock the door?”
“No reason to,” Nick shrugged. “No one would open the
door without checking with you first. And you’re in
here.”
She knelt down beside his chair. “Have you been
thinking about me,” she giggled.
“You bet,” Nick replied, swinging his legs around. “Go
ahead, honey. You know what I like.”
She was kneeling between his legs now, staring at his
fat prick. Nick looked at her full red lips. He could
hardly wait to feel them around his cock.
She gripped the rod in her fingers and squeezed it. A
wave of pleasure surged through Nick’s groin. When she
stroked his rod a few times, he knew he was going to
come in a matter of moments.
Slowly she bent over, her hair fell over his thighs.
She held the rod upright in her fingers and kissed the
bloated cap, then closed her lips around the knob and
began sucking.
“Mmmmm, that’s terrific!” Nick sighed, spreading his
legs.
Her eyes were closed now as she started down his
prick. Inch after inch of the pulsing shaft
disappeared into her mouth, her warm, soft lips moved
smoothly down the tender cockflesh. Nick felt the tip
of his prick rubbing against the back of her mouth,
then slipping into her throat as she plunged to the
root of his prick, her lips touching his open fly.
She rose slowly, then held the cock upright as she
twirled her tongue around his crown. A drop of pearly
lubricant had formed in his pisshole, she licked it
clean with the tip of her tongue and then enveloped
his cock in her warmth again, sliding down sharply to
the root. As he’d expected, gism was moving quickly
toward his organ.
He had half a mind to undo his fly and pull down his
pants so that she could play with his balls. But as
she swooped down on his rod again, he felt his tool
stiffening with seed. There was no time now. He
stroked the back of her neck in encouragement, then
closed his eyes as her caress moved upward along his
cock again. His cock felt the air as she lifted her
kiss, then the tip of her tongue as she lapped around
his crown again. Her fingers moved along the shaft,
which was wet with saliva now, then returned to the
base as her caress smothered his rod again.
Nick’s thighs tensed, his breath quickened. With his
eyes still closed he felt her warmth moving upward
again, then her lips pressing against his wet shaft as
she plunged. This time she stopped about halfway down
the rod, sucking softly on the red-hot flesh. Gism
swelled his member to the breaking point.
A hoarse cry escaped his lips as her caress suddenly
slid down his prick to the base. The cockhead pressed
against the back of her mouth, then exploded inside
her, sending spurt after hard spurt of his hot seed
deeply into her throat.
She swallowed quickly, but continued moving her kiss
up and down his prick as he came. His cock tensed and
relaxed with each spurt, his thighs shook, his breath
came fast and hard. And then, he felt the final drops
of his semen leaking into her mouth.
She swallowed again, then licked his cock clean from
base to crown. Her eyes opened, she looked up in his
face, beaming with pride.
“Wow, you came fast,” she murmured.
“Thanks to you,” Nick replied, breathing deeply. “That
was terrific, Sally.”
She wiped her mouth and stood up. “I owed you that
one, Nick.”
He curled his prick back into his fly and zipped up.
“I guess I was really horny today.”
“The way you came, it looked like you haven’t had
anything in months.”
Nick thought of his fiancée Julie, and how
infrequently she satisfied him. “No, it hasn’t been
months,” Nick laughed. “Thank God for that.”
“You better excuse me now,” Sally said. “I’ve gotta go
redo my lipstick.”
Nick blew her a kiss. “Why don’t you take off early
today, Sally. You’ve put in a hard day.”
She was on her way to the door. “I’ll see if I can
finish my work.” She stopped in the doorway, grinning.
“My paperwork, that is.”
He smiled at her again, then dropped his eyes to her
ass as she slipped through the door. Yes, he said to
himself, she’s got a fine ass. One of these days I’m
going to fuck that girl, and I’m sure I won’t be
disappointed.
He leaned back in his chair, chuckling to himself.
There was still a pile of work on his desk. But at
that moment, Nick felt completely contented.
End OF Chapter One
CHAPTER TWO
Nick Harrison was a man who had every reason to be
content, with a beautiful fiancée whose father owned
the advertising agency Nick worked for.
And since Nick had worked long and hard to reach the
point now where he could swing his swivel chair around
to stare at the array of Manhattan skyline from his
office on the fortieth floor, he let himself stare at
the tall buildings and bask in his happiness.
He sighed and leaned back in the leather chair and his
thoughts flowed leisurely and quickly over his recent
promotion to account executive at Connors and Ross, on
top of his engagement to Julia Connors.
Nick knew people would say one thing logically
followed another. But he knew he was a good enough man
to get to the top without marrying the boss’s
daughter. After all, his rise in Connors and Ross had
been rapid and sensational a long time before Marshall
Connors’ only daughter returned to New York from
school in Europe.
The phone rang and Nick swung around and moved up to
his huge desk and picked up the receiver.
“Mr. Connors wants to see you in his office right
away, Mr. Harrison,” his secretary said in a crisp,
professional voice.
“I’ll go right in, Miss Lewis,” Nick said.
Nick hung up the phone and shoved the chair back and
got to his feet. As he crossed the deep carpet, the
feeling and contented confidence came over him again,
and he speculated if Connors wanted to discuss the
Jarvis account, or the marriage.
Nick straightened his striped tie in the mirror over
the small basin behind a partition in one corner of
the large office. Then he walked out, and stopped
beside Miss Lewis’ desk, in the cubicle just before
the long hall.
Miss Lewis’ smile was dazzling, and filled with
perfect, bright-white teeth and full, red lips. “Shall
I hold all calls or have them transferred into Mr.
Connors’ office?” she-asked. Her darting, devilish
green eyes stared up at Nick and her voice softened to
a husky, hardly-veiled intimacy.
“No, don’t transfer them,” Nick said, and he allowed
himself the luxury of a rapid glance at the protruding
mounds against her tight, green sweater.
“Very well, Mr. Harrison,” she said, and took a deep
breath, which accentuated the up tilted mounds. “What
shall I do while you’re gone?”
“You’ve earned a break,” he said. “Have some coffee or
something. Use your imagination.”
“Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” she said, and her smile
deepened. “I’m a very imaginative girl. In everything
I do.”
Nick glanced a final time at the thrust against the
green sweater. “I’m sure you are, Miss Lewis,” he
said.
Nick turned and walked out into the corridor and moved
leisurely toward Connors’ office. He nodded at other
people who came from offices along the corridor, but
he thought of Miss Lewis and that smile and those eyes
and that body.
Nick shoved open the double doors and walked into the
entrance foyer to Marshall Connors’ suite of offices.
His secretary, Miss Morgan, looked at him over the
tops of wire-rimmed glasses. It was rumored that Miss
Morgan had been in his office forever, that they had
built the whole place around her neatly-kept desk, and
as Nick looked at the compilation of wrinkles on her
hawk-thin face, he was inclined to believe the story.
“Mr. Connors is waiting,” she said briskly, and turned
at once to her typewriter.
Nick opened the large oak-paneled door and stepped
into Marshall Connors’ cavernous office filled with
nostalgia as well as elaborately expensive, dark-wood
furniture.
“Come in, Nick,” Connors boomed, and got up from
behind the walnut desk at the far end of the room.
Nick walked quickly across the room, glancing as
always at the huge portraits that hung along the
walls, and at the framed degrees and testimonials and
awards and cups along the shelves and on cabinet tops.
Connors, a tall, wiry man with brush-cut grey hair and
a face which showed little evidence of his sixty
years, stood between two enormous paintings, one of
himself as a thirty-year-old pioneer in the
advertising business, the other of Carlton Ross, his
partner, who had died several years ago. Nick shook
hands with Connors, and as always was impressed with
the firm, aggressive handshake. Then Nick sat in the
huge leather chair to which Connors gestured.
“Well, Nick, I’ve been looking over the Jarvis account
and the new advertising campaign,” Connors said, as he
settled down into his chair. “And I could not possibly
be more pleased. And Frank Jarvis told me at lunch
today that he feels the same way.”
“Thank you, sir,” Nick said, and allowed himself the
smugness of knowing the flattery was justified.
Connors leaned forward, his elbows on the desk.
“Normally I would be inclined to reward you at this
point,” Connors said. “But I’m not going to Nick, my
boy. Not in the normal sense, at least. Because I
don’t consider you a normal man.”
“I don’t quite follow you, sir,” Nick said.
“Nick, I’m taking you off the Jarvis account,” Connors
said.
“Taking me off?” Nick asked. “But the campaign is just
getting under way.”
“Nick, anyone here can direct the campaign, now that
you’ve set it up,” Connors said. “Many men here with
far less ability and drive can handle things now.
Instead of a rest and a reward, I’m going to give you
a challenge.”
And Nick sat up in his seat and knew suddenly what the
challenge would be, but allowed Connors the deference
of seeming to have surprised him. “Again you’ve lost
me,” Nick said. “I’d welcome a challenge, but I don’t
quite understand.”
Connors leaned back in his chair and stared at Nick a
moment. Then he leaned forward on the desk again.
“Nick, I’m putting you in charge of the Dennison
account,” Connors said, in a voice he would have used
had he been a doctor telling a patient he had cancer.
Nick pretended surprise, but already his mind was
racing. “The Dennison account?” he asked. “My God,
everybody in the agency has had a crack at that
account.”
“And everyone in the agency has failed,” Connors said.
“You know, of course, that we’re on the verge of
losing the account. Not only is it one of our oldest
and largest accounts, but it carries a great deal of
prestige.”
“To be blunt, though,” Nick said, “isn’t at least a
part of the trouble the fact that old lady Dennison is
impossible to deal with, since her husband died?”
“Frances Dennison is difficult,” Connors said. “At
times, difficult to the point of eccentricity. But she
also has a shrewd business sense, and she does not
suffer fools easily. She feels, and I must agree, that
no one here has come up with an original idea for
selling Dennison Beer in a long time.”
“How soon do you want me to start?” Nick asked.
“Immediately,” Connors said. “We’ll have a meeting
tomorrow at 10 and you can turn the Jarvis account
over, and get briefed on Dennison. And this time
tomorrow, Nick, it will be your baby.”
“How much freedom will I have?” Nick asked. “I mean
how much will I be bound by the things the agency has
done in the past?”
“You will have complete freedom,” Connors said.
“Dennison Beer is losing money. Their sales have been
steadily plunging. I want you to come up with
something that reverses the plunge, and also makes
Mrs. Dennison happy.”
“I’ll start right away, sir,” Nick said. “Frankly, the
Jarvis account was getting a bit boring. I’m glad that
you gave me this challenge. And I’ll do my best.”
“Better than your best,” Connors said. “Keeping this
account is important to me. Very important. I know
that other men have failed to satisfy Mrs. Dennison,
and I know she is old enough to be considered senile.
But, I respect her judgment. And Nick, other men that
have failed this account have not been future
sons-in-law, with an obvious shot at the whole agency
some day.”
Just the thought of sitting behind that desk in his
impressive old office made Nick go tense. And he
realized now that Connors was really testing him, and
that failure could be disastrous to all his plans and
ambitions.
“I’m both overwhelmed and flattered you’re handing it
to me,” Nick said. “And I’m searching for something to
say. But I’d rather wait and let my actions speak for
me.”
“I like to hear you talk that way,” Connors said. “I’m
depending on you Nick. This account will be crucial to
our future relationship. Now, about the Jarvis
account. Are there any loose ends that can’t be
resolved by tomorrow morning?”
“I don’t think so,” Nick said. “Later I’m auditioning
girls for a new, brief commercial spot on TV. Once I
wrap that up, someone can pick things up, I think.”
“Then so much for business,” Connors said. He stood up
and walked over to an ornate oak cabinet and opened a
panel that contained a bar. “What are you drinking?”
“Scotch and water,” Nick said.
Connors mixed two drinks and walked around the desk
and handed one to Nick. Nick stood up, and tilted his
glass to Connors, and they drank silently a moment.
Nick savored the good Scotch and glanced around the
office, and despite the challenge of this new
assignment, the confidence and contentment warmed him
and he thought how perfect his life was now, and how
logical and ordered everything seemed. There was the
upward movement in the agency, doing the best job with
the hardest accounts, and there was the coming
marriage to Julie. And Nick even let himself steal a
glance at the chair behind the huge desk beneath the
twin portraits.
Connors finished his drink. “Nick, I’ve got to go down
and look at some layouts for the magazine saturation
campaign on the Senesco account,” he said. “Maybe
you’d like to join me for just a few minutes.”
“Of course I would,” Nick said. “But I’ve got those
girls coming in on the Jarvis TV spot.”
“Of course,” Connors said. “I forgot about that.”
“I’m anxious to meet Frances Dennison,” Nick said. “I
know I have to come up with something good, really
damn good. But I also know I have to deal with her and
please her. I feel I could work better if I was
familiar with her.”
“The theory of know your enemy,” Connors said. “And a
very sound theory. I’m sure she is as anxious to meet
you as you are to meet her. I’ll tell you what. I was
supposed to drop over to her place tonight and have a
drink. I’ve been working night and day to save the
account. But why don’t you go in my place? Yes, that’s
perfect. It’s at nine, and I’ll call and make the
arrangements.”
“All right,” Nick said. “I’ll be going in blind, of
course. I’ll have only the vaguest idea about the
beer, and no plans at all.”
“That might be best,” Connors said. “I think Frances
Dennison might respond to that kind of approach. And
be straight with her Nick, because she can spot a
phony a mile off, and she’s far too shrewd an old lady
to be impressed by anything but how sharp you are …
"
The ringing of the phone cut into Connors’ words and
he trailed the sentence off and went around and picked
up the receiver. Nick saw the old man smile broadly
and mumble something into the receiver.
And the face showed wrinkles as the smile broadened
and Connors hung up. Nick was puzzled a moment, then
he realized who was on the phone.
And just as the recognition hit him, the door burst
open and Julie walked in.
“Well, I’ll swear,” she said. “I know when the two
most important men in the agency get together it’s
very important. But to be kept waiting and then have
to call to see if I’m allowed to interrupt is a bit
much.”
Nick got a quick provocative smile and then she
hurried over and put her arms around her father’s
neck. Nick stared at her quick, nervous movements, and
watched the short voluptuous body strain into
tenseness as she leaned up on tiptoes to kiss Connors'
cheek.
Then the burning black eyes were blazing at Nick and
he smiled as she moved to him. Her full lips were soft
and warm and quick on his mouth.
Julie danced away a bit and took his hand and cocked
her head up at him. “What grave, valuable aspects of
the business world were you discussing?” she asked.
“Things so grave and valuable it would stagger your
imagination,” Nick said, and stared down at the long,
jet black hail’ and black eyes set in the pale face,
and down past the puffed lips to the surge of the
cone-shaped breasts beneath a tight, smart black
sheath, and down to the flare of the hips, and the
rounded melon-small buttocks.
“I’ve got those layouts to see about,” Connors
mumbled. He crossed the room quickly and muttered,
“I’ll see you at the meeting in the morning, Nick.”
Julie squeezed Nick’s hand and stepped to him. “Oh,
Nick,” she said. “That sounds ominous. What has he
given you now? I know if he says he’ll see you in the
morning, it means you have something to do tonight.
And you were supposed to come over and help me make
final arrangements for the wedding.”
Nick glanced at the door and then pulled Julie to him
and delighted in the feel of her breasts against his
chest as she stood on her toes. Nick cupped her face
up and kissed her softly.
“Your father has just given me the Dennison Beer
account,” he said, and put a hand to her narrow waist
and squeezed. “It’s only the toughest account in the
agency, and we are on the verge of losing it. And
tonight I am scheduled to meet Frances Dennison and
try to soothe and sell her. And I understand she is
not only old, but also difficult to please.”
“As long as she’s a woman, darling, I’m sure you’ll
please her,” Julie said. “Can we have an early dinner,
or at least a drink after work?”
Nick shook his head. “I’m interviewing girls for the
Jarvis TV spot,” he said. “And I’ll probably be late.”
“And I had been looking forward to seeing you so
much,” Julie said, and wiggled her body against his,
in a way that made him go warm.
Nick let himself unwind for a moment, and he bent down
and smothered her warm, full lips in a surging kiss
and forgot Jarvis and the job and everything. Her
little hands dug into his back and her body moved in
subtle arousing ways.
Nick stroked her black hair and closed his eyes and
remembered the first sweet, stolen kiss many months
ago, in her father’s study in their luxurious Sutton
Place apartment.
Then he pulled abruptly away from the sucking lips and
shoved her body back. “Christ, Julie,” he said and
stared into her provocative, dark eyes and his breath
rushed out.
“Just a sample of what you’re missing tonight,” she
said. Then her sexy voice changed. “Call me, darling?
At least twice?”
“At least twice,” he said.
She pecked at his lips. “Then I’ll run along,” she
said. “I’ve got just oodles of shopping to do. And I
know you have to get back to work.”
“I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” she said very softly, and kissed his
cheek, then turned and walked from the office.
Nick took a deep, contented breath and looked around
the office, and then he headed back for his office. As
usual he nodded and spoke to people he met in the
corridor, but his thoughts were far from the
deep-carpeted, office-lined hallway.
The touch of Julie’s body still lingered and he
thought wildly of taking her there on the floor of her
father’s office. She was obviously warm and primed for
love-making, and this was not that common a thing for
her.
Nick stopped at the water cooler and had a leisurely
cup of the cool, pure mountain water, and remembered
how stiff and nervous Julie had been recently when
they made love. Whenever she relaxed, she was
terrific, but she had never been able to adjust to the
idea of making love before marriage, though she was 23
and not a virgin when she met him.
Nick threw the paper cup into the basket and turned
toward his office. Again, he thought of the touch of
her eager body and told himself that when they were
married and she let herself go, she would be one hell
of a woman in bed.
Nick turned the corner and saw that the area outside
his office was filled with lovely young girls. He
nodded at everyone in general and stepped to Miss
Lewis’ desk.
“No calls,” she said, her teeth dazzling in the broad
smile. “Looks like you’re in for quite an afternoon.
Maybe I should tryout for the part. It might be
interesting.”
“You’re too valuable as a secretary,” Nick said. “And
besides, though I know it isn’t proper to say this to
a woman, baby, you’re too old. The girl I want must be
only seventeen or eighteen.”
Miss Lewis turned her beautiful, beaming face into a
mock pout. “Then I’ll return to the typewriter,” she
said.
“Give me five minutes,” Nick said. “Then send the
first girl in.”
Nick nodded to the group again, and went into his
office and sat down. He knew he should look forward to
an afternoon of interviewing lovely, young girls, and
a couple of years ago he knew he would have jumped at
the chance.
But now he thought of Julie and of marriage and the
Dennison account, and then he let himself think of
sitting behind the desk in that enormous office. The
thought was pleasing and he smiled with contentment as
he leaned forward and waited for the first girl.
End Of Chapter Two
CHAPTER THREE
Three hours later, Nick’s thoughts were drowned with
beauty. Young, fresh beauty smiled at him and wiggled
little, lovely buttocks in tight skirts and bounced
huge breasts against tissue-thin sweaters.
No fewer than half a dozen girls had openly
propositioned him, if he would give them the part, and
one girl had even tried to sit on his lap. But somehow
they did not really get to him, and he sat now, and
talked without really concentrating, to a
seventeen-year-old model who was batting her eyelashes
and babbling away and twisting in the chair so that
her ample body strained against her knit dress.
Nick was polite and went through the whole routine of
having her walk around the room and then read the
copy. But he had already narrowed the choice down to a
couple of girls, and knew that either one of them
would be perfect. Still, out of courtesy and the
outside chance he would hit on something better, he
was seeing all the girls.
Jarvis was introducing a new line of sportswear, and
they wanted a definite girl, one with a good body, and
definite sex appeal, yet one with a pretty but not
overtly sexy face, the kind of girl who could be a
cheer-leader in any school in the country and would
excite people, yet would not have that
come-right-to-bed look.
This girl had enormous breasts and she looked cheap
and her lipstick was too gaudy and suddenly Nick got
tired of listening to her jabber the reasons why she
was sure she could handle the job.
He interrupted her and fed her the
we’ll-call-if-we-need-you routine and ushered her from
the office. There were no more girls outside and he
went back to his desk and heaved a sigh of relief and
turned to stare at the skyline in the setting sun.
It still seemed hard for him to believe that he was
engaged to a millionaire’s daughter. Nick had come
from a poor family, and had had to work very hard to
get where he was now. And Julie had always had someone
wait on her hand and foot. There were dozens of men
who would have given their right arm to marry her, and
for reasons even Nick didn’t quite understand, she’d
chosen him.
Nick certainly didn’t have to chase her, either.
In fact he sensed her infatuation with him the moment
they met. He played his cards right, never letting her
know how much he wanted her, until it was she who made
the first move, taking him in her arms in her father’s
apartment and pressing her lips hungrily against his.
But that night, a kiss was as far as they went.
A few weeks later, after a number of lunches, dinners,
and cocktails together, Nick managed to ’ invite Julie
to a party at the apartment of another executive at
the agency. He knew that every single man at the party
would be chasing Julie, but by this time, he was sure
she was his. That night, he planned to steer her back
to his apartment, and make it official.
Nick had taken Julie to a cozy restaurant for dinner
before heading for the party. After two drinks, Julie
was ogling him across the table, squeezing his hand in
hers as they chatted. The slightest physical
contact-holding hands or Nick’s arm about her
waist-seemed electrifyingly intimate to the both of
them. Nick was sure that once they were alone, he was
going to take her to bed. And once he’d taken her to
bed, he knew she would be his alone.
At the party, Julie had been frequently separated from
Nick. Everyone seemed to be vying for her personal
attention-especially the men. Julie often discovered
herself in the center of a group of leering men. But
Nick was always close at hand, ready to whisk her away
at the right moment.
Nick knew that Julie’s status with the company was,
only part of the reason for the attention. After all,
she was very beautiful, very sexy, and totally
unattached. True, she was a bit spoiled, and always
insisted on her way, but Nick felt he could control
her. He suspected that what she really wanted was to
be treated roughly, to be pawed by a young man who
wasn’t afraid of her father. Men like that were hard
to find in Julie’s life. Even Nick had to admit to
himself that he trembled in her father’s presence. But
he wasn’t going to let her know that.
The party was only half over when Nick pulled Julie in
a corner. She had drunk a lot, and it showed. Nick
decided the time had come to make his move, and he was
sure she was ready.
“What do you say we leave this jungle?” he whispered
in her ear.
The music and voices were loud.
“I’d love to,” she sighed dramatically.
They escaped without a word to anyone and fled out
into the street. The cool air was like heaven after
the foul, heavy, smoke-filled apartment. They walked
silently, arm in arm for a few blocks, then Nick
hailed a passing cab.
“My apartment, okay?”
“I’d like that.” Her voice was husky.
Nick gave the driver the address and they sped away.
Thankfully, they had reached his small but smartly
furnished bachelor apartment at about ten-thirty.
Somehow she was glad it wasn’t one of those extremely
luxurious apartments-she would have been disappointed.
It was exactly as she had envisioned his apartment to
be like. The coloring of the decor was mainly in
wood-tone shades of mahogany brown and tan with dashes
of color here and there. A long marble-topped coffee
table sat in front of an immense black sofa. The
drapes were of a rich-textured fabric, the design in
black and white.
“Your hobby by any chance isn’t interior decorating,
is it?”
“No,” he laughed, obviously pleased that she was
pleased. “But I did choose all the furniture.” She
screwed down the corners of her mouth and raised her
beautifully shaped eyes and said, “I’m impressed.”
“I hoped you would be.” He looked at her.
“Would you like a drink?”
“I don’t think so,” she whispered, and through the
whisper she could hear her voice shake.
“What would you like?” he asked.
“I’d like you to take me in your arms,” Julie said
with a slight smile.
She felt her knees grow weak as he approached her. He
slid his arms around her and pressed his lips very
gently against hers.
“Is there anything else you want?” he murmured.
“I’d like you to make love to me, in the bed,” Julie
replied. “I’d like you to make love to me every way
you can.”
“I’d like that.”
He kissed her again, his hands roaming up and down her
back. She felt a surge of excitement when she realized
that, within minutes, she would be naked in bed beside
him.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, darling,” he whispered as
he caressed her ear.
They walked hand in hand from the room and stepped
into Nick’s bedroom. It too was smartly, plainly
furnished.
“You don’t know how I’ve looked forward to this
moment, every second of today,” she said as she sat
down on the edge of the bed.
“And I have too.”
Nick turned on a pinkish light on the bedside table,
then flicked off the bright overhead light. The room
was bathed in a flattering, soft, rosy glow.
Her heart was racing, her every nerve tingling, as
Nick closed the drapes and then sat down on the bed
beside her. He took her in an embrace, their lips met
softly, their tongues intertwined in her mouth.
“I want to see your body,” Nick murmured. “All of it.”
Her knees were still wobbly as she stood up. She took
a few steps away from the bed, then caught her image
in a mirror on the wall. She could barely see herself
in the faint pink light. Blood coursed furiously
through every vein in her body. She turned and looked
at Nick.
He was seated at the edge of the bed, eyes wide.
Obviously he was looking forward to her performance.
And she wasn’t going to disappoint him.
Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned her dress. Then
she pushed apart the sides of the garment and eased it
off her shoulders. The dress fell to her waist, and
his eyes lit up at the sight of her tits encased in a
tight wrap of black lace.
Swirling her hips slightly, she let the dress fall to
her ankles, then stepped out of it, picked up the
garment, and draped it over the back of a chair. Nick
followed every movement of her doughy buttocks as they
quivered under her thin black panties.
Feeling his eyes all over her, she reached behind her
back and undid the bra clasp, then pulled the cups
from her chest. Her firm, fleshy tits wobbled forth,
bare, white, satiny, the nipples pink and puffy in the
colored light.
Her long, lean legs shone like ivory in the light, her
smooth, unblemished calves and sleek thighs shimmered
as she stepped barefoot to the chair and dropped her
bra. When she turned, her tits were quavering gently,
the crevice between them deep and faintly strewn with
freckles.
Julie glanced at her figure in the mirror as she slid
her black panties down her thighs. Her back was
narrow, her spine a deep groove in the tanned flesh.
The groove of her spine seemed to merge smoothly with
the deep crack of her ass. Her waist was slender, her
belly taut and flat, her navel deep, her hips wide,
her bush a tangle of black, downy hair. Julie knew she
was a beautiful woman. And tonight, she was very glad
of it.
Her tits bobbed lightly as she stepped toward the bed,
stark naked. His eyes danced all over her body.
“You’re so gorgeous, Julie,” he murmured in adoration.
He stood up and she reached the bed. But she spoke
before he could take her in his arms.
“Your turn, darling,” she said.
She sat down on the edge of the bed as Nick started to
strip. He pulled off his shirt and slipped down his
slacks, tossing them over the chair with her clothes.
She watched his broad, muscular back ripple as he bent
over to remove his socks his tan, flat belly and taut
buttocks gleaming like marble. His legs were sinewy,
lightly flecked with hair, his chest broad and darkly
tanned. The bulge in his underwear was unmistakable.
Her eyes were fixed on that bulge as he pulled down
his underwear. His prick popped clear, fully erect,
long and hard, arched over his belly up to his navel.
Blood pounded through the wide, spongy cap, his balls
were large and taut underneath, tucked into a hairy
sac. His rod sprang up and down as he started toward
the bed.
When he reached it, he stopped and looked down at
Julie. She settled back, her chest rising and falling
slowly, her tits still quivering, her nipples swollen,
her milky thighs spread slightly. She smiled, her
small, white feet curled up against the blankets piled
at the end of the bed. Through the pinkish light Nick
could see her black bush twinkling.
He knelt down on the bed and lifted her into his arms.
The first contact of their naked bodies left them both
breathless.
“You’re gorgeous too,” Julie whispered.
“God, I’m so hard it hurts,” he replied. “Feel it.”
She reached down and squeezed his manhood.
“Mmmm, you are hard.”
“I’ve been hard since the minute we stepped into the
apartment.”
“I want to feel that hardness inside me,” she said,
stroking the back of his neck.
She lay back, he stretched out beside her, pressing
his thighs against hers, his chest crushing her tits,
his lips pressing against hers, his hands stroking her
arms. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he
could hear it.
His breath too was quickening as they kissed, his
hard, warm lips brushing against her soft, wet lips.
Her tongue edged out, he sucked it into his mouth and
then swirled his tongue around it. She let her hand
drop to his crotch and felt the firmness of his cock
again.
“I want to take you in my mouth, darling.”
“Oh, Julie,” he sighed.
She pushed him back on the bed. His body sprawled on
the cool sheets, gleaming in the faint light. She rose
to her knees and ran her hands over his chest and
belly.
His long, fat cock pulsed with life as she gripped it.
Slowly she lowered her head and caressed his navel,
then moved her lips slowly toward his crotch. As her
lips neared his tool, she reached for it with her hand
again and lifted it upright, then gazed in admiration
at the throbbing implement.
The pearly crown was dark and hot, pulsating with
lust. Her white fingers closed around the base and
loosely jerked on the outer flesh. Nick sighed in
rapture when she slid a finger along the shaft and
nudged it into his pisshole.
Julie clasped the entire rod in her palm now and
quickened her strokes. His hardness was incredible,
his heat unbelievable. The shaft was dry as her hand
brushed against the swollen, reddened rim of his
cockhead.
She looked in his face. His eyes were slightly open,
his lips parted, his breath quick. She knew he was
waiting for that first caress of her lips. She wasn’t
going to let him wait very long.
She dropped down and slipped the inflamed crown
between her lips, closing them shut behind the crown
and then plunging slowly down the vein-wrought shaft.
As she slid upward she took the rod in her fingers
again. Now the pole was wet and glistening with her
saliva.
When she slid her fist along the shaft it moved
easily, smoothly, her palm slipping ‘over the bulging
crown with the lubrication of her saliva. His balls
bounced from the force of her strokes.
“Put it in your mouth again,” he sighed. “God, did
that feel good!”
With two fingers around the base she held his prick
upright and clamped her lips around the cockhead
again. Slowly she plunged to the trunk. Nick gasped,
then exhaled loudly as he felt inch after inch of his
maleness submerged in her heat.
Her lips were soft, buttery, moving down his shaft in
the shape of a perfect “O” until his entire prick was
bathing in her wetness. Her tongue twirled around the
buried cockflesh furiously as it entered and left her.
Julie plunged sharply, quickly now, taking in all the
shaft and closing her lips firmly around the base. She
rose to the crown again, licking delicately around the
knob, then bent the staff somewhat to lap along the
seam. When she reached his balls, her tongue shot out
to caress them.
Nick gasped again when she took his balls in her mouth
and closed her lips. Using her tongue to move his
balls around in her mouth, she gripped his prick with
her fingers and began stroking. His thighs parted, his
breath quickened. She dropped the sac from her mouth
and licked up to his crown again, then took his breath
away by wrapping her lips around the cap and dropping
sharply to the root.
She knew she was drawing his gism steadily upward. But
she had no intention of tasting his come not until she
felt that hard member inside her. But she wanted to
devour his cock, wanted to bite it and lick it and
suck it for the rest of the night.
His thighs stiffened as she sucked on his cockhead.
When she plunged, he gently pushed her head away.
“Please, no, I’ll come,” he said. “God, that felt
terrific!”
“You taste so good, darling.” He pushed her onto her
back and began to mount her, but she had other ideas.
“No, not yet, darling. I want to do something else for
you first.”
She lay down between his legs and turned him onto his
side. Nick still didn’t know what she was up to. But
he caught on quickly when she slid her head between
his legs, lifted one of his thighs, gripped his
buttocks with her hands and spread them, and then
pressed her lips against his hairy ass crack.
He shook violently as he felt her nimble, wet tongue
worming along the crack. Her fingers held his taut
cheeks apart as she dug in to open his back door,
slurping her tongue over his dry asshole. When she
spread the tight anus wide and edged her tongue down
into his channel, he let out a long, loud, blissful
gasp.
Nick’s body was twitching with spastic furor as she
clamped her lips around his asshole and sucked with
all her might. Then she guided her tongue along his
crevice, all the way up to the small of his back, then
down again until her tongue was nudging his balls.
With one finger running along his crack, she bit down
on the hairy sac, and then, with his balls in her
mouth, moved her finger to his asshole and crammed it
smoothly into the channel.
“Oh, Julie!” he cried.
Working his balls around in her mouth, she thrust her
finger in and out of his bunghole, twisting it around
inside him to probe his prostate. He was whimpering in
ecstasy, shaking his ass. Suddenly he rolled over on
his belly and ground his aching prick against the
mattress as she continued to feast on his asshole.
As her finger slid out of his chute, she caressed his
balls with her other hand and pressed her lips over
his back door again. Like a tiny snake, her tongue
edged out and found its way into his hole, twining
down as far as it would go. Already his ass crack was
filled with her saliva.
Julie pressed her hands against his thighs and urged
them further apart, then licked down from his asshole
to his balls and flailed her tongue at the hairy
nuggets. Nick ground his prick against the mattress
more desperately. She could see he wouldn’t be able to
wait much longer before sinking that cock in her
pussy.
Without warning she slipped a hand under his body and
rolled him over on his back. Before he could react,
she had plunged back on his cock, taking in the entire
length of the fat shaft with one swoop.
“God, no!” Nick blurted out. “I’ve got to fuck you
now!”
This time she offered no resistance as he climbed
aboard, bringing his stiff rod down on the pillow of
her moist black bush. Her arms closed around his back,
her thighs shot open, scissoring around his buttocks.
“Fuck me, Nick, fuck me like I’ve never been fucked
before!” she cried out.
“I sure will!” he grunted.
Nick rose to his knees. She opened her eyes when she
felt him rise. Still panting, he grabbed hold of her
waist and urged her onto her belly, then lifted her
ass into the air.
Julie was whimpering too as she felt his hands on her
buttocks. She assumed he was about to enter her from
the rear. Her cunt was so wet by now she knew she
could accept him easily.
But then she felt the hard cap of his cock rubbing
along the crack of her ass. When she felt him rip
apart her buttocks and press his crown against her
bunghole doors, she screamed.
“Nick, are you going to … "
“It’s all right, Julie, just relax.”
“But I’ve never … "
“You want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked
before,” he muttered. “And I’m going to.”
She gasped as she felt the cockhead pressing harder
against her asshole. His hands yanked open her
buttocks, two fingers shot out to pry open her doors.
Then she felt the warmth of his cock enter her asshole
as he drove his fat crown through her snug doors.
“That’s a girl,” he groaned. “You’re tight but I’m
wet.”
Julie was too breathless to answer. She held her
breath as he twisted his hips, then let out a wail
when she felt another inch of his manhood slice rudely
into her bunghole.
He slid back, then pushed again, and this time his
prick drilled almost halfway into her anus. Lifting
her hips and spreading her cheeks as far as he could,
he eased his cock back until the crown alone was left
inside her, then pushed hard with his hips. His long
prick screwed smoothly into the narrow channel.
Julie screamed loudly as she felt his heat filling her
asshole. The tip of his rod seemed to reach places
inside her she never knew she had. In fact, she didn’t
realize he’d crammed his entire pole inside her until
she felt his bush bristling against her buttocks and
his balls pressed against her crack.
Slowly he began pumping in and out of her asshole, his
hips slapping against her buttocks, his balls swinging
into her oozing pussy. She was screeching like a wild
animal, he was grunting from his efforts, and the bed
was rocking and creaking loudly.
Nick sank his fingers in to her waist for leverage and
screwed fiercely in and out of her bunghole. He looked
down to watch his long, gleaming rod emerge from
between her fleshy moons, then watched it disappear
inside her again, spreading apart the pink doors of
her asshole..
Quickening his strokes, he leaned forward and reached
under her body to grip her dangling breasts. The
nipples were as hard as his prick when he stroked
them. Her head was shaking back and forth, her black
hair showering the sheets under her as her body was
jarred forward by his rude lunges.
“Nick, oh my God, Nick!” she screamed out, tightening
her anus around his pistoning member.
He was pumping very quickly now, slamming her body
down onto the bed with each lunge, his bloated rod
ripping mercilessly into her asshole. Now her tits
were crushed against the sheets, and he moved his
hands back to her waist and nuzzled his way through
her hair to caress the back of her neck. But she was
shaking too wildly now; he could barely hold on.
The slosh of his prick in her asshole filled the room,
along with the steady creaking of the bed, the steady,
rapid slap of flesh against flesh as his hips sailed
hard into her buttocks. Gism shot toward his prick
again. It was time to spill it inside her.
He rose to his knees again, lifting her as he did so,
and his cock remained inside her. She shook her ass,
burying her head in the pillow. He pumped a few more
times into her bunghole, then ripped his cock from her
anus and drilled it into her cunt from behind with one
long, clean lunge.
“Oh NICK!”
Her words were muffled by the pillow as she wailed. He
wasted no time, twisting his member around with a
circular movement of his hips, lunging sharply and
bringing their bodies together with slap after slap of
wet flesh.
Again he looked down and watched his prick emerge from
her body, gleaming in the pink light. She had her eyes
closed, savoring the caress of his balls as they swung
against her cunt, savoring every last inch of his
member as it bored into her.
Holding on to her seething tits for leverage, he
lifted his hips from her ass, then paused with only
half of his cock in her pussy.
“No, darling, please don’t stop now!” Julie screamed
immediately. “I-I’m going to come!”
He resumed his strokes, slicing into her at top speed.
Each rapid thrust brought another scream to her lips,
another thresh from her thighs and arms. Her head was
shaking back and forth as she neared her frenzied end.
Suddenly he rose to his knees again, with his cock
still buried inside her. He lifted her legs, and then
maneuvered their bodies so that he was standing on the
bed, she was arched into the air, her head buried in
the pillow, her legs draped over his hips. His hands
held her up, his fingers sank into her waist. Now his
lunges pushed her forward on the bed, his balls swung
freely against her drooling pussy lips.
“Oh my God, Nick! Here it comes!”
He screwed into her savagely, his thighs bulging,
sweat dripping from his forehead. His cock was gorging
with gism as she flew into the most intense orgasm of
her life, slithering on the mattress like a snake as
she felt the wave of pleasure sweep her into a near
faint.
He drilled hard into her pussy again as she crested
then groaned as his cock tensed and finally exploded.
The first spurt of his warmth in her cunt brought a
scream to her lips. He pumped furiously, his cream
coming in torrents, his. cock hammering into her so
quickly that he whipped her juices into a froth even
before her channel was filled with his spunk.
When finally he’d spent his last drop, he eased his
cock from her cunt and let her fall in exhaustion to
the mattress. He dropped on top of her, pressing his
cock into the crack of his ass and kissing her back
and neck madly.
Julie gradually regained consciousness. He rolled off
her, she turned onto her side and embraced him.
“Nick, I’ve never … "
“Yeah, I know,” he smiled.
They kissed, then Julie curled up in his arms. But he
was aware that she would have to leave soon. And he
wasn’t going to waste any time. After they had lain
together for a while, he began grinding his crotch
against her thighs, then, when he was hard again, slid
it into her sopping cunt. This time he fucked her for
a full half-hour, first on top, then from the rear
again, then sat down and let her sit on his prick and
bounce up and down on his lap. By the time he spurted
again inside her, she’d lost count of her orgasms.
End Of Chapter Three