Kathy Ch 04-06

CHAPTER FOUR
Cliff Pierce opened the door to his office and looked out into the
foyer. There was a petite, stunningly beautiful blonde sitting on
the small couch there. "Jennifer Hartsell?" he asked. Jennifer
looked up and smiled at the older man. "Yes, sir," she said, standing
to her feet. "Come right in, Ms. Hartsell," Cliff said. Even with
her heels on, the girl was only five four, but she had a fantastic body and a knockout
face.
Her shortsleeved sweater stretched tautly over her bosom, and
even with the top button fastened it left a good glimpse of cleavage
for Cliff's eyes. Not as big as Kathy's tits, but nice, Cliff
thought to himself - larger than grapefruits, anyway. He allowed
her to walk past him - yes, her ass was just as fine as the rest of
her, even better than his wife's - and shut the door behind him. He
leaned on the desk in front of the girl, and picked up her
application, glanced quickly over it. Jennifer had crossed her legs,
and was trying to hide her nervousness - with little success. "Is
this the first job you've had, Jennifer?"
"If I get it it will be, other than some summer jobs when I was a
kid." "That's right, you went to private school, is that right?
Sanderson?" "Yes, sir, that's right," Jennifer said, smiling up at
the man. He was a good-looking man, and he seemed nice, but Jennifer
felt a fluttering sensation every time he looked at her - especially
at her young, firm tits. She wished now that she hadn't worn this
sweater - it had fit OK when she was nineteen, but that was a year
ago, anyway, and now it was to tight. "And you're twenty, is that
right?" "Yes, sir," she smiled again, and crossed her legs, exposing
more of her slim thighs. "Well, I know Sanderson is a good school -
I'm going to send my own daughter there. And I understand they have
an excellent junior business college. "I can see from these grades
that you've taken advantage of that, too." "Oh, yes, sir, Mr.
Pierce," she said, and blushed nervously when his eyes dropped openly
to her breasts - they really had grown, and were now a good bit
larger than softballs. Cliff let his eyes wander down the young
woman's slim thighs, set off well by the short skirt she was wearing.
Then he raised his gray eyes back to her blue ones. Jennifer felt
herself blush again, and dropped her gaze from his - her eyes
automatically went to his crotch, and she gasped when she realized
she could see his fat cock straining against
the fabric of his trousers. She stared at the outline of the man's
penis for a long moment, then finally looked away, flustered. Cliff
stared down at the young woman,
wondering . . . he had had a bit to much to drink at lunch, and they
were making him incautious. He said: "Well, Jennifer, I don't see
why I shouldn't hire you to this
position - you seem well qualified . . . " "Oh, thank you, Mr.
Pierce," Jennifer smiled at him, and could not resist the temptation
to look again at his crotch. His dick was even harder, and she could
see its outline plainly through his trousers now. "There is just one
thing," Cliff said, standing up, and Jennifer looked back upwards and
met his eyes guiltily. Had he seen her looking at his cock? "Umm,
what's that, Mr. Pierce?" she asked, a falling sensation in her
chest. She really needed this job - her father had ordered her to
get one, and this was the fifth company that she had applied
to. "Well, I want you to understand that this is an aggressive
company. Connors Trading is on the front lines of business, and our
men are just as aggressive as the company - sometimes more
so. "OK," Jennifer said, wondering what the man was getting at. "I
just want to know that you'll be able to handle yourself in certain
situations," Cliff said. "For instance, say you're working late one
night and your boss does something like this."
Then Cliff was bending down, kissing her cheek. Jennifer drew her
head back - for the first time she smelled liquor on the man's
breath, a smell she was familiar with from her dad; and lately, her
mom. "Oh, Mr. Pierce, what are you doing?" she gasped softly. Cliff
did not answer her - he kissed her cheek again, and then trailed his
lips and tongue down to her throat. "Mr. Pierce. Please stop that!"
she gasped again, louder this time, trying to stop her voice from
trembling. The man's mouth on her throat was making shivers shoot
through her body. Jennifer leaned back in the chair and tilted her
head slightly, inadvertently giving his, mouth more room on her slim,
silky neck. She was unsure of what to do - she knew she should try
to push him away, but her hands seemed frozen on the arms of the
chair. The young woman shivered again as the man's hot, wet mouth
dropped lower on her neck. What is he doing? she thought to herself,
flustered. For some reason the feel of the man's mouth was making
her belly churn, was making her firm, big breasts itch and throb,
and she knew without looking that her small nipples were already
stiffening. Then his mouth was moving back up her throat to her
chin; he kissed her chin, and then his lips were covering hers.
Jennifer tried to turn her head away, but his left hand slipped up,
and gripped the back of her
head and neck strongly. Then his mouth was covering hers completely.
She opened her mouth to protest, to try to say something, but before
she could his thick tongue
had slipped between her teeth and into her mouth. "Mmmmmm,
Uuhhhhnnnn," Jennifer moaned softly as the older man began frenching
her hotly. She had not had much experience with boys; Sanderson was
a private, all girl school with strict rules. Though she was almost
twenty, she had been kissed by relatively few boys. But none of them
had kissed like this. After a few moments, she stopped trying to turn
her head away . . . helplessly, she let her mouth drop open wider as
Cliff pushed his thick tongue deeper into her mouth. One of
Jennifer's small hands raised to his chest and she tried weakly to
push him away, knowing that what he was doing was wrong, but unable
to summon any strength to her protest. A rush of power surged
through Cliff as he kissed the girl - he felt her hand at his chest,
feebly pushing, but he ignored it as he speared his tongue in and
out of her sweet mouth. Jennifer let her eyes slip shut as the man
kissed her, tilted her head slightly. She sucked softly at his
tongue, knowing that she shouldn't, but she could not help herself.
Then he was pulling away from her, smiling down at her flushed
face. "Umm, Mr. Pierce, maybe I'd better leave," Jennifer said
breathlessly. She could hardly believe that he had been kissing her
like that! The young woman found she staring at Peele's fat cock; it
was easily visible through the pants he was wearing. His crotch
looked obscene, tenting out his pants. She gripped the arms of her
chair tighter, and bit her lower lip, but made no move to push her
way out of the chair. "I think you'd better stay," Cliff smiled,
and, raising one hand, he gripped her small, stiff right nipple
through the thin sweater. "Ooohhhnnn, what are you doing?" Jennifer
breathed, looking down at his hand as he twisted her stiff nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. The feel of his hard, skilled
fingers playing with her sensitive nipple was making her tits throb,
making her breath catch in her throat. Cliff just grinned, and
pinched the small bud harder, pulled outward on it. "Unnnnnnhhh, my
god, you . . . you shouldn't be doing that!" Jennifer protested; her
knuckles were white, she was gripping the chair arms so tightly.
She finally raised one hand, and tried to push his hand away from her
body; the other still gripped the chair arm. "No, no, don't worry,
my dear," Cliff said, taking her hand with his other and pushing it
away. "Just relax." "But . . . Mr. - Ohhhhnnnnn, oooooohhhhh,"
Cliff had moved his hand so that he was cupping her breast. It was
one of the firmest he had felt, and larger than a softball.
Jennifer looked on helplessly as Cliff raised his right hand to her
other tit, and cupped it also. She drew in a deep, hissing breath as
he began kneading both of her heaving titmounds in his strong hands;
they seemed to burn her tender flesh through the thin sweater. It
was the first time Jennifer had let anyone feel her sensitive tits
up, and Jennifer could not believe how nice it felt. She knew she
should not be letting the older man touch her like that, but the
feel of his hands kneading and squeezing her sensitive flesh had her
body pulsing with pleasure . . . . . . and if it got her a
job . . . Jennifer leaned back in the chair as Cliff continued to
ravage her heaving, firm breasts. Then he was bending forward again,
driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Jennifer moaned and gasped
into the man's mouth as he kissed her hotly, and she sucked harder on
his agile tongue. She could hardly believe what was happening, or
how she was reacting to it. Then the man was pulling back from her
again, and young college girl breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled
his hands away from her breasts. "Ohh, god, Mr. Pierce, I
can't . . . . Ohhhhhnn, my, what are you doing?" Jennifer wailed
softly as he reached casually down and began unfastening her
sweater, slipping the first, and then the second button open as
though that were the most usual thing in the world. "Don't worry,
Jennifer, I just want to see your tits - that's all right, isn't
it?" "No, of course not! Please stop, Mr. Pierce!" Jennifer
protested, but she made no move to try to stop the handsome older
man; she just looked dazedly down at his hands as he pulled the
buttons open. I should do something, she thought to herself as she
tatched him – he was already halfway done, and her tits, tightly
packed in the little bra she was wearing, were clearly visible - but
she could not think of what she should do. She had already told him
to stop, and he had just ignored her! Her tits were still throbbing
with illicit pleasure, and she was still panting from his hot kisses
and caresses. Then he was done, and spreading the halves of her
sweater apart. He looked down at her heaving tits, barely contained
in the little bra, for a long moment - they looked perfect,
delicious. Jennifer shook her head, and tried to say something to
stop the man as he pushed the sweater back off of her shoulders.
Then it slipped down her arms, and she was naked from the waist up,
except for her bra. "Ohhnnn, Mr. Pierce, please, I . . . . I
shouldn't be letting you do this!" the young woman sighed softly as
Pierce bent down and began sucking at the soft skin of her throat.
Another shiver of lust went through Jennifer at the feel of Cliff's
hot, wet mouth sucking at her silky skin . . . she drew in a deep
breath when she felt his hands on her breasts again, squeezing and
caressing the firm mounds through the silky bra. Jennifer felt a
sudden pressure between her big, round knockers as the mans mouth
dropped lower; then she felt her heaving globes spring free - he had
ripped her bra. A moment later she felt his hands on her naked tits,
and gasped sharply at the feel of his fingers rubbing and twisting
her pointy nipples. They were much smaller than Kathy's, Cliff saw -
not much bigger around than pencil erasers - but from the way the
girl was gasping and twisting in her seat, he knew they were
sensitive. He slipped his mouth down lower, over her perfect skin,
till he was washing her heaving tits in his spit, sucking the soft
flesh into his mouth. Jennifer raised her hands to his shoulders,
and tried to push him away as he licked and sucked at her perfect,
large titties. "Ohhnnnnnnn, god, please!" Jennifer wailed, in a
panic. She pushed harder at his thick shoulders. Then his hot mouth
moved over one of her small nipples. Jennifer's body jerked, and she
cried out sharply at the feel of his teeth and tongue abusing her
super-sensitive nipple. "Ohhnnnn, hnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmm, your mouth is
so . . . . so hottt, Mr. Pierce! Please, please stop!" she begged,
and then blinked in surprise when he did. "You liked that, didn't
you, my dear?" Cliff Peele asked, spreading the girls legs apart and
stepping in between them. Jennifer shook her head - her hands were
covering the proud globes of her breasts, and she watched dazedly as
Cliff unfastened his belt and pushed his pants down. She let out a
startled gasp as he pulled his stiff cock out of his boxers - it was
even bigger than Jennifer had imagined - nine inches long, and as
big around as her wrist! "Mr. Peele, what . . . what are you
doing?" "I want you to suck my cock, Jennifer. Just like you do with
your boy- friends," he said, stepping closer to her. His stiff shaft
was only six inches from her lips now, and he smiled as the young
girl stared at his fat pecker. "I . . . I don't even have a
boyfriend right now, Mr. Peele . . . Please, I . . . I think I really
ought to leave!" she said weakly. "Well, if you don't want the job,"
Cliff said, shrugging. He reached down with his right hand and pushed
one of her hands out of the way; then he was pinching and twisting
her nipple again. He pulled forward on it, and despite herself, the
young woman leaned towards him a bit. Jennifer moaned slightly as the
man played with her sensitive nipple. She could not resist the urge
to reach up with one hand and rub the rock hard shaft. It jerked
when she touched it, and she made a startled noise - but she did not
take her eyes off of it. It was the first cock she had ever seen -
in person, anyway - and she could not believe how big it was, or how
hard. Timidly, she wrapped her fingers about the fat shaft and began
running her soft, sweaty hand up and down the stiff, rock hard
pole. "It's so big, Mr. Peele," she murmured, squeezing the thing
again, harder this time. "Go ahead and kiss it, Jennifer," Peele
said, his voice tight. He was already about to shoot his wad, and she
was just jacking him off. He couldn't believe he was doing
this! "Don't worry; I won't tell anyone." He let out a deep breath
as Jennifer leaned over a bit more and gave the very tip of his
pecker a soft kiss. She drew back, and looked at the smear of her
lipstick on the bulbous cockhead. A rush went through, and her
plump, pouty lips seemed to tingle where they had touched the hot
flesh. The smell of the man's big cock was making her dizzy. "Take
the tip of it in your mouth and suck on it, Jennifer," Cliff said in
a strained voice: "Just like I was doing with your nipple." "I . . .
I really don't think I should do that, Mr. Peele," she said, but a
moment later she bent back forward and kissed the tip of his cock
again. This time, her luscious lips stayed on his cockhead. Cliff
squeezed her nipple harder, and groaned with pleasure as he watched
the young woman's eyes droop closed. Then her mouth was dropping
open - he felt her warm breath on his cock, and leaned forward a bit
more. "Ummmmnnnnn," Jennifer shook her head slightly, but did not
back away as the man's shaft pushed her jaws
further open - the next thing the pretty blonde knew, his fat cock
crown was inside the ring of her lips, pulsing hotly on her
tongue. "That's the way, Jennifer - now suck on it, just like it's a
straw, and keep jacking it off." Jennifer blushed deeply - what must
this man think of her? - but she obeyed his instructions and began
sucking on his knob; began running the hand that was still wrapped
around the base of his penis up and down the length of it. "That's
the way, girl," Cliff breathed heavily as he watched his cock
stretching her face out, loving the way her cheeks collapsed around
his knob. Jennifer kept sucking at the fat thing in her mouth -
when she felt one of his hands pressing against the back of her head,
she automatically ducked forward, sucking more of his straining,
rock hard shaft into her wet, silky, sucking mouth. The taste of the
man's dick, and his naughty fingers pinching and twisting her nipple
was driving Jennifer crazy - she could not believe how turned on she
was by doing this perverted act - she obeyed the silent demands of
his hand tangled in her hair until his spongy knob bumped into the
back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and pulled back - he let
her - but then she felt his fingers tangling in her hair, and when
her mouth reached the tip of his dick he once more pulled her head
forward, not forcing quite so much into her mouth this time.
Jennifer blushed again at what she was doing, at the slurping sounds
she was making around his manhood, but she could not stop the sick
pleasure she received from servicing the man. She allowed Cliff to
set the rhythm with the hand tangled in her hair, and she bobbed her
head willingly up and down his turgid pestle. Cliff was rocking back
and forth on his legs as the blonde slut tried to swallow his
cock. "That's beautiful, babe . . . Ohhhhh, fuck, keep sucking! I'm
gonna blow
my nut, baby, I'm fucking getting off!" Cliff's words did not even
register in Jennifer's mind. She was sucking the knob of the fat
shaft greedily when the firs6t glob of cum shot out the end of
Cliff's dick. Jennifer felt an orgasm shoot through her body when
she felt the thick juice spurt into her mouth - she swallowed the
stuff mindlessly, as
fast as she could, but even so some of the stuff dripped from the
corners of her mouth to her heaving tits. Cliff finally let go of her
hair, and stepped back on trembling legs.
"That was just fine, Jennifer," he said, walking around the desk as
the hapless young woman tried to rearrange her sweater. "You can
report to your permanent assignment tomorrow." "Th . . . thank you,
Mr. Peele," Jennifer stammered, not knowing what to say, avoiding his
sight with her gaze. She finished buttoning the sweater, and pushed
the ruined bra into her small handbag. - then she walked hurriedly
out of the room. She had a job!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hi, honey, how'd the job hunting go?" Donna asked. "Just fine,
Mom," Jennifer replied, looking flushed and beautiful. "I got one at
Connors Trading." "That's great, Honey," Donna said, and then
noticed a small hickey on her daughters neck. "Come and sit down on
the couch, dear," she said, suddenly worried. "Umm, I really think
I should go take a shower, mom," Jennifer said, trying - without
success - to hide her nervousness from her mom. It didn't work -
within and hour, Donna Hartsell knew what had happened to her
daughter. The next morning she steeled herself to talk to her
husband - he had not gotten home until after she had been
asleep. "Robert," she said, and he looked at her over the morning
paper - he was a handsome man, but he was much older than Donna, who
was only 38. "Yes?" he asked in an abrupt tone of voice. It was one
she had grown used to of late. "Well, it's about
Jenn . . .. " "Yes? Did she finally get a job?" Robert slapped the
paper down on the table, finished his coffee, and got up, slipping on
his jacket. "Well, in a way -" "There's no 'in a way'. Either she
was hired or she wasn't! Whatever the problem was, you go ahead and
handle it, Donna - I've got enough on my plate right now." Then the
kitchen door slammed shut, and he was gone. Donna looked after him,
shocked. And then decided she would handle it! But first, she fixed
herself a drink. Three hours later, she was seated in Connors' outer
office, wishing she had worn a different dress. She had chosen a
soft gray dress that zipped up the front, and clung to her lush body.
She was about the same height as her daughter, but much curvier -
her hips and ass were larger, plumper, but just as firm, and her
tits were a good deal larger than her daughter's, almost as big as
coconuts. When she stood up, she wished she hadn't drunk as many
martinis, either! "Come right this way," Paul Connors said, leaning
out the door. Donna nodded, and walked past the man into the huge
office; she could almost feel his hungry eyes on her body. "Now,
what did you want to talk about, Mrs. Hartsell," he said, staring
down at her. Donna looked quickly about the office; there was a huge
desk behind Connors, and to the left was a big, smoked window looking
to the floor of the foyer. "One of your men raped my daughter!" she
said. She did not know what to do. The thin fabric of the dress was
showing her body off to a tee, and the way Connors was staring at
her was making her nervous. "Yes, so you said on the phone," Connors
smiled slightly, and stared her in the eyes for a long moment, then
dropped his gaze back to the woman's large breasts. He could see the
edge of the bra where her soft titflesh was pushing against the thin
fabric, and swore he could see her plump nipples through the dress.
He wondered briefly how big her nipples would get. "Cliff Peele, is
that right?" Donna nodded, confused now - the man didn't even act
worried that one of his subordinates had made a twenty year old girl
suck his cock for a job. She looked downward, and felt a rush of
weakness wash over her when she saw the man's stiff schlong through
his trousers. "Come over here, Donna - I'll show you the man. He
should be coming in just a moment," Cliff said, and led the woman
over till they were standing in front of the smoked glass - they
could see the central area of the office quite well. Paul Connors
moved behind the woman as a tall, good-looking man entered the large
central area from the other side. "That's him," Connors said,
putting one hand on Donna's shoulder. Donna looked out at the man -
he did not look like a monster - in fact, he was a good-looking guy.
She started when she felt something against her ass, and realized it
was Connors' stiff cock!
Before she could do anything, he had pulled back on her shoulder;
Donna had no choice but to shift backwards to keep her balance. She
swallowed, and blushed when she felt the whole length of his hard
cock against her plush, soft ass. She cried out softly, and
immediately felt the whole length of Connors' cock pressing into her
plush, soft ass. A sudden wave of weakness washed through her, and
before she could stop herself, she leaned harder back against the
man. His cock is huge, she said to herself as he shifted slightly
and his stiff tool slotted between her asscheeks. She felt his other
hand on her right arm, squeezing her upper arm firmly. She finally
pulled away from the man, and walked to the middle of the room. "He's
coming up now," Connors said. "I think I'd better leave," Donna said
thickly. She remembered all to well the feel of the man's hard cock
against her ass. It was much larger than her husband's was - she
couldn't even imagine what it must be like to have such a large cock
in her. But then Connors was gripping her arm. "You do look rather
pale, Mrs. Hartsell," Connors said, leading her over to the couch. He
sat her down on it, and then sat beside her. Donna sat primly on the
edge of the wide couch; her legs were pressed tightly together, and
her back was held straight; she was all to conscious of the way in
which the tight
dress formed to her heaving bosom. "Can I have someone fix you a
drink?" Connors asked, laying a warm hand on Donna's knee. She seemed
not to notice it. "Umm, I -" and then the door opened, and the man
she had been looking at came into the office. He was a good-looking
man, in a rugged way. "Cliff, fix Mrs. Hartsell an iced tea, would
you?" Cliff nodded, and a moment later sat beside her, handing her a
tall glass filled with brown liquid. Donna could not help but stare
at the man; he did not look like the sort to force himself upon a
girl. He had direct eyes that bored into hers, and she found herself
looking away from his gaze. She looked down, and realized that
Connors' hand was still up her knee. She stared at it stupidly for a
moment, and then looked at his face. His smile seemed concerned, and
he squeezed the soft, silky flesh just above her knee. "I . . . I
think you should just let this man go," she said softly. "We all know
what he did." Donna took a long sip of the drink, and almost
choked. The man had fixed her a Long Island iced tea! The liquor,
despite being a surprise, burned pleasantly down her throat and
exploded in her belly. "Why didn't you call the police, Mrs.
Hartsell? If you were sure of what happened. What proof was
there?" "I . . . I saw the hickeys you put on her!" Donna said. She
could not believe this man was trying to say he had not this
thing! "Mmm. Maybe she did this thing to someone else, and just
blamed it on me," Cliff said. Um, are feeling allright, Mrs.
Hartsell?" Cliff asked. "You look flushed. Doesn't she,
Paul?" "You're right," Paul Connors said. Donna was suddenly aware
that the man's hand had slipped up slightly from her knee; his
fingers had curled around to the inside of her leg, and the edge of
his hand was against the edge of her skirt. "I . . . I think I
should leave," she said. "I don't think I should have come here;" and
she took another long drink of the liquor. The two men sitting on
either side of her seemed to be leaning in to her. She felt a hand on
her back, and realized it was Cliff Peele's. "I think you'd better
stay for a bit, Cliff said. "You don't look like you should be
driving." "What do you mean?" "I mean you're drunk, Donna. You look
like you can't even catch your breath," Cliff said. Then he was
reaching up with his other hand. Before Donna knew what was
happening, his fingers had found the zipper at the base of her
throat, and pulled the zipper down a good twelve inches. Donna made
a startled noise: "What do you think you're doing?" she
hissed, pushing the man's hand away from her zipper. Cliff smiled,
and stared down at the woman's exposed bosom. He could see the edge
of the frilly bra, and loved the sight of the woman's heavy, big
tits straining against the thin fabric. Donna Hartsell's breasts
were every bit as big as his wife's, perhaps a bit larger. Donna
stared down at her chest, knowing she should do something, but unable
to think of what. Her left hand gripped the tall drink tightly, and
she put her right hand down. "Ohh!" she gasped as her hand landed on
Connors' thigh. She gripped his thigh without thinking, and
swallowed. She felt his hand, further up her thigh. "Is that
better?" Cliff Peele asked, his eyes burning into hers. Then he slid
his gaze openly to her heaving cleavage. Donna took another long sip
of the drink, heard Connors saying: "I think you could loosen that
some more, Cliff." She lowered the drink in time to see Peele reach
out again. "What do you think you're doing?" Donna gasped louder as
he pulled the zipper down further, till it was unfastened all the way
to her lower belly. "You don't mind, do you?" Cliff asked. Donna
wanted to throw her drink in the man's face, but something stopped
her. She was all to aware of the man's eyes on her body, on her
still taut, gently curved tummy, but mostly on her perfect tits,
tightly confined in the little bra she had chosen. "Finish your
drink," Connors voice came to her, strong and commanding; Donna felt
his hand slip a bit further up her thigh; when she looked down, she
saw that he had pushed the hem of her skirt up several inches. His
strong fingers squeezed her thigh, and she shivered, remembering what
his fat pole had felt like shoved against her velvety soft ass.
Donna tilted the glass, and finished it off, then blinked when Cliff
Peele took the glass from her hand. "Put your arms behind you," Peele
whispered, and he and Connors smoothly guided the buzzed woman's
arms till they were behind her. Then Cliff was pushing the dress
off of her shoulders. Donna shut her
eyes for a long moment while the man began pushing her dress down
her arms. She should not be letting them do this! she screamed to
herself, but the next thing she knew, he was pushing the dress all
the way off of her arms. She immediately brought her arms up and
crossed them over her breasts, concealing as much of the firm, pale
tit flesh as she could. She felt Connors pulling her legs apart, and
looked downwards in time to see his fingers slipping beneath her
skirt. A good deal of her muscular thighs
were already visible, and the feel of his hard, skilled fingers
rubbing and squeezing the silky flesh of her legs was making her
pant. "I think its the bra," Cliff said suddenly; Donna felt his
fingertips graze the silky skin of her belly, and then he was
slipping his hand upwards, pushing one of hers out of the way as he
cupped one of her
heavy breasts through he thin bra. Donna could barely keep from
rolling her eyes as Cliff's skilled hand began gently kneading her
soft, firm breast. "Ohhhnnnnnn, my god, what do you think you're
doing?" she gasped. Her hand slipped downward; she was gripping his
forearm, but made little effort to push him away as his fingers
pinched her plump nipple. The sensitive bud was already quite hard.
Cliff could feel it easily through the thin bra; it was poking from
Donna's heavy tit globe by almost an inch.
He pinched and twisted the little bud, and watched with a smile as
the woman gasped sharply; her lithe body twitched, and she cried out
again: "Oh, no, please, don't do that!" She reached down with her
other hand to steady herself; once again she found herself gripping
Connors' thigh - she couldn't believe how muscular it was. And he
could not believe how soft hers was. He slipped his fingers further
to the inside curve of her perfect legs, and squeezed the flesh hard,
leaving red finger marks on her thighs. He was rubbing his hand up
and down her long leg. Donna was looking down her body; she could
see Cliff squeezing and ravaging her super sensitive breast, and as
she watched, Connors' hand pushed all the way under her tight
skirt. "I . . . . Oh, god, I can't believe this is happening!" Donna
wailed. She had come here to have this man fired, and now he was
feeling her heaving breasts up while his boss played with her legs.
What she really couldn't believe was how turned on she was. Her body
felt more alive than it had for years, but she could not allow this
to happen. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she
could, Cliff reached in between her tits and flipped the small
catch there. "Jesus, Mrs. Hartsell, you've got perfect fuckin'
tits!" Cliff said as the heavy globes sprang free. They wobbled
prettily on her fine chest,
the nipples like swollen cherries sitting atop the pale mounds.
Donna shuddered; she felt Connors' hand slip further up her thigh,
and her legs relaxed unwillingly. Then his hard fingers were
exploring her pussy through the thin panties she had
on. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn, fuck!" Donna breathed as Connors
pushed her panties up into her already moistening snatch. She felt
something warm against her left breast, and looked down to see Cliff
breathing against her plump nipple. Even as she watched, he leaned
forward and took the tip of her breast into his mouth. Donna moaned
as the warm wetness surrounded her supersensitive nipple. She arched
her back without
thinking about it, and spread her legs a bit wider. "Uhnnn, hunh,
hunh . . ." Donna Hartsell watched with slitted eyes as Cliff Peele
sucked and licked at her heaving, perfect titties. She looked over
at Connors as his skilled hand slipped her tight panties to one
side. Then his fingers were probing at the moist folds of her pussy
lips. He smiled into her eyes as he slipped two fingers into the
woman's tight, buttery snatch. Donna's breath caught in her throat,
and she sobbed gently as she felt Connors hard fingers digging into
her tender pussy. She felt his thumb, toying with the pouty lips of
her cunt; then it was sliding upwards, gently rolling her clit in a
small circle. "Ahhhhh, yessssss," Donna gasped, leaning back
further. Connors followed her down, and sealed his lips with hers,
began kissing her deeply as she shuddered into orgasm, her body
unable to withstand the feeling of two men ravaging her at
once. "There you go, slut," she heard one of the men say, but it
didn't matter anyway; nothing mattered as Donna got off. Then,
finally, the orgasm receded. She blinked at the two men. Connors was
already out of his clothes, and she could see Cliff Peele stripping.
Connors fat cock looked huge; Donna could not keep herself from
staring at the fat, rock hard tool. It was wreathed in thick veins,
and the crown was almost purple from the blood. "Come on, Donna," he
said, laughing at her efforts to cover her round, firm breasts. He
pushed her off the couch, and then guided her till she was on her
knees between his widespread legs. Donna's back was straight; she
looked at Connors out of wide eyes as he casually reached out and
pushed her arms away from her tits. "I just had my hand in your
pussy, Donna. You don't mind if I just feel these tits up, do you.
Donna swallowed; she put her hands on Connors knees as he scooped her
round knockers up in his hands and began rolling them about on her
fine chest. Her eyes were drawn once again to Connors' monster
cock. Then she felt Peele's hand on her hips. "Ohnn!" she exclaimed,
startled, then cried out again as he slid one hand to her belly, and
pushed against her back with the other. Donna had to move her hands
further up Connors thighs to support herself; she looked into his
eyes for a long moment, and he stared back at her; his thumb traced
the line of her jaw. He could scarcely believe how beautiful she
was; her angular face, with its rather high cheekbones, and wide
blue eyes; and her lips, full, pouting, her plump lower lip
trembling. He traced her lips with his thumb, and she finally looked
away from his burning eyes. She felt Cliff Peele's hands, pushing her
skirt up around her hips; then she gasped as he ripped her panties
off.
Donna made a soft mewling noise as he spread her legs further apart;
she felt something hard and hot against the back of her thigh, then
against one perfect asscheek.
"Ohhhnnnnnnnnn, my god, what are you doing?" Donna moaned loudly as
she felt the hot, hard head of his cock finally slot against her
pouting pussy lips. She bit her lower lip as he slowly leaned
forward, driving his fat cock knob into the spongy depths of her
pussy. "Oh, fuck, I . . . I can't believe this is happening!" Donna
breathed as
the man slowly filled her up. She wanted to scream with pleasure as
the fat cock stretched her out; she had never felt anything so big
inside of her; she kept thinking he was all the way in, and he kept
going. "Unh, unh, unh, ohhhnnnnnnnnn, I . . . I don-mmphhhh,
mnnnnnnnn!" Donna had not been paying attention to Connors; his hands
were holding her head, and he had pulled forward on her ears so that
her wet, pouting lips were smashed to his cock head. But she had
been talking; her mouth had been open, and now she felt the spongy
hard knob against her even white teeth. She could feel Cliff pull
out of her, till just the crown of his dick was in her, and then he
thrust forward again, filling her up. And at the same time, pushing
her gently towards Connors. Out of instinct, she opened her mouth
wider, and then moaned in protest as his flared cock knob slipped
all the way through her lips and between her teeth, till it was
pulsing inside her mouth. "Nnnnnnn, mmmnnnnn," Donna made a soft
noise of protest, and shook her head slightly. She tried to pull
backwards, but he had to strong a grip on her head. Her plump lips
pouted around the cock, and she shut her eyes as Cliff began moving
steadily behind her, fucking his fat shaft in and out of her
gripping, silky hot pussy! Donna's mouth was filling up with cum and
saliva; she swallowed without
thinking, and moaned again when Connors pulled her head further
forward, forcing more of his shaft into her soft, wet mouth. "Yeah,
that's the way, you fucking slut. Show me how your daughter sucks
dick!" Connors commanded, guiding the beauty's head, forcing her to
take his rampant cock in and out of her mouth. Donna swayed back and
forth between the two men - she could not believe what was happening;
she could also barely believe that she was on the verge of another
orgasm! Without thinking about what she was doing, she started
rutting back against Cliff Peele; and her cheeks hollowed as she
began sucking and licking at the thick shaft gliding in and out of
her mouth. It was the first time Donna had ever taken a cock in her
mouth, and she could not believe how sexy it was to have Connors
moving her head, forcing her to fuck her mouth up and down on his
straining cock. She began moving her head, bobbing it up and down
the schlong as Cliff railed her from behind, making her shudder in
anticipation of the orgasm she knew was coming. She bobbed herb
head eagerly, swallowing the man's fat cock. She felt him start to
hump up towards her, and knew what was about to happen, but didn't
care. She started getting off herself before Connors started
shooting his cum, and she swallowed the thick stuff without thought,
whimpering with lust as her body pulsed with obscene pleasure. She
heard Cliff roar behind her, and then he to was shooting his load
into her taut, shuddering body.
CHAPTER SIX
Kathy Pierce looked out the front door. There was a black man
standing on her porch, a wide, inviting smile on his face. He was
well dressed, but Kathy could tell the man, perhaps twenty-eight,
had a hard, well-defined body. He had short hair, and generous lips,
and she blushed when his eyes dropped to inspect her body. She had
on a short robe, under which she had on nothing but a pair of g-
string panties that tied at the hips and a garter belt and hose. She
had not put on her bra yet. "Selling what?" she asked, and the black
man grinned again. "Knives, ma'am," he said, and held up a gleaming
kitchen knife. "I'd really like to show you." "Well, I guess that
would be OK," Kathy said softly, staring at his body again. He sat on
the couch, and she sat beside him, feeling a tumbling in her belly.
When he handed her one of the knives, their fingers
touched, and there was a spark between them. Kathy met the man's
bold eyes, and licked her lips. She ran her thumb along the blade,
and gasped sharply: She had cut herself! "That is sharp," she said
stupidly. She realized her robe had fallen open a bit, and knew that
he could see a good portion of her titslopes. Before she could do
anything, he had taken the knife from her, then took the wrist of the
hand that had been cut. It was a tiny cut, with only the smallest
drops of blood on it, but he raised her thumb to his sensuous lips
and kissed it, then took her thumb inside his mouth and began
sucking on it softly. Kathy watched this with wide eyes; he looked
back directly into her eyes. Then he pulled the thumb from his mouth,
leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips. Kathy felt his thick
tongue against her pouty, full lips, and her mouth
sagged open of its own accord. She moaned softly as he slipped his
tongue into her mouth. Her eyes shut as she met his tongue timidly
with her own. She had never even seen this man - he had not said
twenty words to her, and he was frenching her deeply. She tilted her
head, and opened her mouth wider to his deep, passionate kiss, then
with a small cry tore her mouth from his. "You . . . you have to
leave!" she gasped, getting to her feet. She lurched to the door, and
opened it. She watched him stand up, and her eyes were drawn to his
crotch. She bit back a gasp as she saw his cock log through the pants
he had on. It was tremendous; she could not believe how big it
looked, even through the trousers. He came towards her, but instead
of leaving shoved the door out of her hand, and pushed her back
against the wall. "What do you think you're
doing?" Kathy breathed as his right hand came up; hard fingers grazed
the silky skin of her long, fine throat, and she felt his other hand
toying with the knot that held her robe closed. "You've got such nice
skin. Is it OK if I feel it for just a moment?" the man asked, His
fingers slipped lower, lingered at her collar bone, then dipped
below that so that he was rubbing her upper chest. Kathy looked into
the man's eyes, and heard herself saying: "I . . . yes . . . I mean,
I guess that would . . . just don't . . ." Kathy's voice
trailed off. She felt his playing with the knot of the sash, and his
right hand traced lines of fire on her upper chest. His fingers
slipped lower; he stared into her eyes as his fingers pushed the robe
apart a bit, so that even more of her breasts were visible. His
fingers slipped a bit lower. He slid them downcurving the line of
her breast with the tips of his fingers, and then following it a
subtly that his hand was under her robe, cupping her heaving, coconut
sized breast before she realized what was happening.
"Yeah, that's fucking fantastic, baby," Tom murmured, staring down
into the beauty's face. Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at
his hand. He pulled the knot to her robe loose as he squeezed her
tittie harder, and the slut didn't even protest. "Get down on your
knees for me," Tom commanded. Kathy looked at him out of shocked
eyes. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and
pulled on it, then pushed down on her shoulders. "Please, don't make
me do this!" Kathy moaned, but she sank to her knees, and stared as
he casually unfastened his pants. Then his cock sprang out. 'Oh, my
god," Kathy murmured. She raised her hands and gripped the fronts of
his thighs automatically. His cock was huge, at least eleven inches
long, and fatter around than her wrist. . He leaned forward, putting
his hands on the wall, and watched out of slitted eyes as his fat
knob bumped into the beauty's luscious, pouting lips. "Open up for
me, baby," he muttered. He felt her small hands squeezing his thighs,
then felt her breath waft over his engorged head. He leaned forward
slowly. Kathy felt the spongy knob brush against her teeth, and let
her jaws drop open a bit more. She breathed out deeply as the flared
crown invaded her lips till it was resting on her warm, wet
tongue. "Mnnnnnnn, mmmmm!" Kathy moaned; her mouth was already filled
with saliva, and she swallowed. She kept expecting the man to drive
forward, filling her willing mouth with his hot cock, but he did
not. After a moment, she moved her head forward, taking four, then
five inches of his fat boner into her softly sucking mouth. She
heard him above her, moaning and breathing, and that caused her to
suck more of his fat rod into her mouth; she sucked on it harder,
until she was making wet slurping sounds around his fat pole.
Finally, he started moving his hips, pistoning his rod in and out of
her
poor, abused mouth. Kathy raised one hand to the shaft of his cock
and started jacking it as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
She moaned loudly when he began shooting off in her greedy, sucking
mouth. She swallowed the stranger's cum mindlessly.