Charley was even dizzier from the swirling experience of being lifted into the air and then hurled down beneath him. Her body writhed and thrashed in total pleasure. She fought to get her breath. Ohhhhh, it was magnificent!
"Oooooooh!" the girl shrieked. "Oooooeeeee! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me, Ray! Fuck me with all that lovely cock! Ooooooeeeee!"
His cock worked inside her in a wild frenzy. He lunged and plunged into her panting cunt, then finally began to unload his overcharged prick. His cum came as a huge flood. Her pussy leaped into deeper spasms as the warm secretion came spurting into her. She was being filled, flooded with his creamy load. She could feel it filling her, pouring into her.
"Oooooooeeee!" he gasped, her body shaking wildly. "Mmmmmm! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oooooooeeeee! That's a fuck! Oooooh, that is a hell of a fuck!"
Their bodies rolled together, panting and heaving. The brunette tingled in delight as she lay back, taking the final spurts of her nearly drained cock.
"Damn!" Ray laughed lustily. "I didn't know I had all that in me. I guess you just bring out the best in me, sweetheart."
He laughed again, then rolled onto his side and eased his prick out of her. He kissed her gently and cuddled her tits.
Charley snuggled against him, trying to forget her anger and bask in the glow of the satisfaction he had just given her. She put one hand on his still-pulsing cock and rubbed her tits softly across his hairy chest. She'd have to remember that position. Hell yes. They could use a position like that in one of the filming sequences.
She thought of the filming. They might not be able to use that position for a fuck, she admitted. They might not be able to use any positions. The horny bastard who had gone out to get a piece of Beth Roberts' pussy just might blow the whole damn thing.
Charley lost her sense of well-being quickly. Damn! Greg was getting himself set up to be caught by Roberts, and Ray only wanted her as an available hole in which his friends could stuff the stiff pricks into. Damn it! Damn! Damn!
"They, what's going on over there?" the fat man bellowed. "That's enough of that cuddling. We aren't a bunch of teen-agers. Come on, baby! You're in here for fucking!"
CHAPTER TEN
Charley sighed in relief as she backed her car out of the parking slot and turned toward home. She had no intention of submitting herself to such indignities again. Ray Brock could go to hell! Her pussy had sealed a quarter-million-dollar contract for him and the bastard thought that a thousand dollars to her was being generous.
Fuck him!
The brunette spun her wheels as she turned out onto the street, then felt a shiver of fear run through her. A car she recognized was slowly pulling out of the motel next door.
John Roberts was on the prowl, looking for Beth! Charley braked quickly, holding her car back so her boss wouldn't recognize her. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with some way of saving the situation. She couldn't let Roberts catch Greg and Beth, certainly not after the scene back there in Ray's motel room.
As Roberts pulled his Cadillac into the next motel to check the cars there, the brunette sped on down the street and roared onto the Interstate highway. She remembered the name of the motel. It wasn't fifteen minutes from here, just three exits away. Charley floor-boarded her car and raced along the highway, determined to get to the fucking couple in time to warn them.
She might have made it, except for the cruising highway patrol. She still might have made it if the bastard had gone ahead and given her a ticket. Instead, the state cop stood deliberately beside her car and talked and talked and talked.
The brunette could not be sure whether he was trying to make a date, or just deliberately punishing her for being in such a hurry. Whatever his reason, he had lectured her, taken his time in filling out her ticket, then lectured some more. As she sat helpless, listening to the same warnings for the tenth time, the girl was sure she saw the Cadillac speed by them.
She didn't give up, however. As soon as the son of a bitch gave her the ticket, she drove directly to the motel, parking her car in the shadows off to the side, then walking carefully along the rows of rooms, searching for Beth's station wagon.
She spotted it! She spotted it parked alongside Greg's beat-up old sedan. Her heart leaped in relief until she looked across the way and saw the Cadillac.
She stepped into the shadows and studied the Cadillac. Roberts was in it, waiting patiently. As he lit a cigarette, Charley was sure she saw the light reflect off a gun barrel. He was stalking them. He would wait all night, if he had to. Then, when they came out, he would open up with that gun.
The man was crazy when it came to Beth. Charley had no doubt of that. He had been determined to catch her and shoot her for months now. The brunette considered calling the police, then decided against it. That would still land her boss in jail. That would still end her easy money with the film job.
She counted the number of doors from the end of the building down to the two exposed cars, then slipped back in the shadow of the building. Some of these old motels had windows in the bath rooms. If she was lucky, this would be one of them.
She ran quickly around back and felt her heart leap with relief. There was a row of small windows.
Charley ran down to the window of Greg's room and stood beneath it, searching for some way to climb up. She could hear Beth's sensuous, husky laughter from inside.
The brunette started to call out to them but feared that Roberts could hear her voice. She spotted an old soft-drink crate. She ran for it, set it against the wall, and climbed up. Now she could see inside, could see through the gap in the curtains. She had a clear view of the bed inside.
Greg was propped against two pillows, casually sipping a drink while the petite brunette knelt over him. Beth's hands were busy at the boy's huge cock, caressing and toying with the hardening meat. Charley watched her in fascination. Shit, the brunette decided, no need to interrupt a fuck. Roberts would wait patiently, at least she hoped he would. Let the two get in their jollies one more time before scaring the piss out of them.
Beth pushed her big tits down over the kid's pecker and began to massage his cock between the satin flesh. Her body lunged back and forth, pumping the prick lusciously against the soft skin. Even from this distance Charley could see the great head getting redder and redder from such stimulation.
Greg put his glass aside and reached for her tits. His eyes glowed as he looked from the huge, dangling globes back to Beth's pert ass, then back again to the tits. He caught her tits in his hands and held them tighter against his cock while he hunched his hard meat against them.
"Mmmmmm," the small brunette purred, her long tongue moistening her lips. Beth twisted her chest about as Greg rubbed her tits lusciously against his cock. She was panting with lust now, panting and drooling in her anticipation. Her mouth remained open, head thrown back, eyes closed tightly. Her body pulsed and throbbed as the boy fucked her tits with his fantastic piece of meat.
"Sweet tits!" Greg assured her. "You've got one sweet pair of tits!"
"Ooooooh!" Beth answered. "Mmmmm, they feel heavenly like this. Your beautiful cock is getting them all nice and warm. Mmmmm, I like it this way."
Her hands were beneath him, caressing his ass while he kept the action going between tits and cock. She opened her eyes, looking mistily down at him. A smile spread across her sensuous face as her tits slid away from his cock. Beth kissed the bulging head of his cock, then let him drive the big monster up into her mouth. Her lips closed over his cock. Her cheeks tensed as she sucked deeply and lusciously on him.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Greg panted. "You're as good as you promised! No wonder the old man can't satisfy you. You're too damn much woman for him!"