I sat on the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to become fully awake. "O.K.," I muttered to him. "Let me try those wonder gadgets of yours." I looked up. "Oh, no!" I gasped.
"Oh, yes, baby," he grinned down at me. Smack in front of my face was what had to be the biggest, hardest cock in all of Los Angeles, at this early hours. It looked as big as "The Horny Woman's Home Companion", one of P.F.P.'s best sellers.
"Surprise, little girl! Now if you just lay back on that bed, I'll demonstrate a device that's as old as Adam but as new as tomorrow!"
"You bastard!" I groaned.
"I don't think so, although I'll ask my mom about it if you really want me to." His firm hands ripped my robe away and gripped my knees. I could not keep them together. He was as strong as a horny bull.
"Fooled you with my gay act, didn't I? Gets 'em every time. Swish! Right into the bedroom."
"So rape is really your bag," I snapped at him. "Oh, no, sugar. Rape is a very nasty word. Let's just say I'm going to show my cock a good time, and you are going to help. Relax. You'll love every stroke. Damn it, hold still, at least until I get your pew friend in your cunt!"
"No way are you going to shove that ten pound hunk of – ah! Oh, Lord. Easy with that thing. Aaaawwwwghhh! Jesus! You've got ball bearings in your hips, you fucker!"
He had my cunt right at the edge of the mattress, spreading my cringing wet lips and stretching my hole. My legs were laid back against my tits.
"Hah!" His gasp was explosive as he slid his monster cock smack into my twitching cunt. "Love that pussy of yours, baby. Nice… tight just slick enough. Come on, move that ass! Fuck, Sugar Hole, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"You get no help from me, you blonde cunt jammer," I snarled at him. "Go ahead. Rape me. Just wait until I tell the police about this."
"You ain't gonna tell no one, luv," he grinned, screwing me all the faster. "Who would believe you? Hey, you got a set of boobs that jiggle nicer than any I've seen this morning."
"Is this call number three or number four?" I asked him sarcastically. But by now, my cunt was off on a trip all by itself, gripping his thick dong with joyous ripples of delight. "Aaaaah! Damn you. You've got a maddening, big cock! Unnnnf! Wild, wild, wild! Fuck my hole, you rapist. G-God, you're k-k-killing me!"
"No better way to go. You love it. Admit it! Yeah, dig those heels into my ass. That's the way. Work your butt! Work it, work it!" he chanted, slamming his blockbuster into my sopping hole.
I never would have believed my cunt would betray me this way. I loved every stinging, pounding, bruising thrust of his rigid whang. In spite of myself, my arms went around his neck. My tits mashed against his hairy chest. My hips worked with the steady rhythm of a piledriver. I took every inch of him. The ceiling disappeared in a foggy haze. I could hear my bedsprings complaining and my own rasping breathing growing louder and louder in my buzzing ears.
"Come, damn you! Come in me. I want to feel it. Now! Right how. Shoot that gun in me… yesssss, that way. Eeeeeeaaahh!"
He fell on his sweaty ass on my rug, holding his cock and making an ugly face, ugly from the pain of his explosion in my aching cunt.
"Fuckin' A," he moaned. "I gotta take a break. No more calls till late this afternoon. Whew! That one hurt."
"Tough shit!" I told him. I grabbed for my robe. "Now that you've gotten your pussy ration for the next couple of hours, will you get the fuck out of my house?"
He struggled to his feet, clutching my bed for support. His heavy red tool hung down and dripped cum on his shoes. He turned and shuffled back to the front door. It was kind of late for such a dumb gesture, but I slammed it after him and locked it with the dead bolt. I had to get my shaky ass moving and get washed up and down to the office. I bet myself it would be a damn cold day in hell before I let another salesman into the house.
But my pussy felt toned up, and in fighting trim! Later, it was hard to think straight, to listen closely to Alan's brisk voice as he waded through the stack of notes and dictated letter after letter. My hand began to cramp. My pussy, hot between my crossed legs, was giving me what-for all over again. I rubbed my aching titties with my free hand, scribbling my shorthand notes over page after page. Suddenly, I grinned and looked up at Alan.
"Do you know you just ordered three cases of breasts?" I asked him.
"What! I did! Well for…" He made a gesture of impatience, then he laughed. "That's what I get for watching your beautiful boobs peeking out of your blouse. Judy, will you please keep your free hand off them?"
"What will I do with it?" I asked him.
"Hell, I don't know. That's your problem. One more letter and we go to bed. I mean, to lunch, darn it!"
His buzzer sounded. "Who? Sure. Put him on. Bill! What's up?" He listened for a long minute, nodding and staring into the deep valley between my half-exposed breasts. I made myself a mental note to stir up Alan by wearing even more low-cut blouses to the office.
"Well, she hasn't been told much about our testing machines as yet, Bill. Oh, yes, I'm sure she would be willing to help… even enjoy the work. Todd tells me she's no stranger to the feel of your cock. O.K. Yes. In one hour." He winked at me.
When I got back to the office after lunch, I had to use my key to get in. I thought the place was deserted, it was so quiet, but when I opened the door to the inner office, Alan and Bill had their heads together over one of the units by the big couch. To my surprise, they were both stark naked. My pussy began to itch!
"Judy! Fed and watered? Ready to go to work?" Bill smiled cheerfully. His long, slender cock arched out over his full, round balls. Alan's cock, as big as it was, looked like a little Boy Scout's beside Bill.
I hugged Bill and happily let him undress me completely. My hands kept brushing against the cocks of both while he stripped me. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, anticipating the feel of their rising dicks.
"We are going to test a line of condoms, Judy. Rubbers, if you will," Alan told me.
"Nuts!" I exclaimed. "Sex with your socks on."
"No, indeed. At least, the manufacturer claims there's no loss of sensitivity. That's what we are going to find out, with the help of Betsy, here." He patted the gleaming chrome and enamel machine with its strange looking dials and wires stringing mat from it.
Bill slid one of the condoms down over his broad thumb. I could see right through it. I could see something else, too, and my pussy began to quiver. The rubber was covered with scores of tiny studs sticking up all over it! I bet it would feel like a miniature rake, dragging against my sensitive cunt walls.
"It's called the Ruff-Tuff Rider," Bill grinned. "Almost 500 little projections to give you irresistible sensations that will make your cunt beg for more."
Alan explained that, if I didn't mind, he would first fuck me, cock naked – with the machine attached to me! Then Bill, wearing the pussy pleaser, would take over. The tiny electrodes that fastened painlessly to my body would record my pulse, temperature and rate of breathing, and the intensity of nerve impulses that were bound to whip through my body during the test. The readout would show, on the meters and inked tracings on the moving paper strip from the unit, how excited and responsive I became, first getting screwed without the condom, then with it.
I stretched out luxuriously on the soft leather couch. I noticed my nipples were stiff already. I pressed the soles of my bare feet together and eased them toward my body, making my moist cunt open like a flower as my thighs parted. I felt very, very good, tingling and eager. This would be a far cry from the rough banging I'd gotten in my own bed before I came down to the office.