When Billy came and filled her shit-chute with jism, Terry shrieked and had one last intense orgasm before she collapsed on the floor.
CHAPTER NINE
Six months later the president of the company noticed Terry and she began an intense affair with the older man.
Claude Preston was tall and thin with a small mustache and a gruff voice. The first time Terry fucked him, she was amazed at his virility. But after a while she became used to it and looked forward to his phone calls.
At least once a week he sent for her. And Mr. Young told her that she should drop whatever she was doing and run. Mr. Preston didn't like to be kept waiting.
One day Terry went to his office on her weekly visit and found him reclining on the sofa in his office. "Get your tits out," he said as he sipped a martini. "Get those balloons out in the air."
Terry walked over to the sofa and sat down. She opened the tiny buttons on her blouse and revealed her bra-covered tits. Her boobs burst over the top of the tiny cups and he gazed at them with hot eyes.
He chuckled and sat forward, stroking his cock through his pants. Terry stuck her tits out and watched his big wand pulsate. She knew that in a moment he would open his belt and unzip his fly. Then he would take out his dick and give it a few jerks to make it good and stiff.
"How do you want it today, honey?" he said. He did exactly as she anticipated and then forced her fingers over his fuckpole.
"Whatever you say," she said, fisting his prick and stroking it slowly.
After a few minutes of pumping his cock, he told her to get her bra off and play with her tits.
Terry eagerly complied. She tossed her blouse to the side and, stripped her bra off her tits. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of the garment.
She stood before him, wearing only a garter belt, stockings and four inch heels. She swayed back and forth the way he had taught her and let her tits bounce around.
She leaned over and let her boobs jiggle in front of his face. He smiled and extended his tongue, flicking it over her nipples as she waved them around in the air.
Resting one foot on the sofa, she began frigging her cunt. She whispered obscenities as she explored her pussy with her fingers. She slid her hand up and down her slit and stabbed two fingers in and out of her cunthole. She rubbed her clit and told him how good his cock would feel in there when he finally fucked her.
"You sexy cunt!" he chuckled, leaning back on the large sofa and toying with his cock and balls.
She sat down on the floor at his feet and continued finger-fucking herself. He liked when she brought herself off. It always excited him to watch her play with herself.
After she gave herself her first orgasm, he rose up from the sofa and stood in front of her face. He let his swaying prick graze her lips.
She opened her mouth and tongued his cockhead briefly before turning away and pretending to protest.
"Oh, please, sir!" she said. "Don't make me do all those awful things!"
"Get your mouth on it, bitch!" he growled.
"You'll have to force me, sir!" she said.
He grabbed a handful of her long hair and forced his prick inside her lips. "Suck it, wench!" he said, pushing his cock past her teeth and into the wet confines of her mouth.
She placed her hands on his hips and they began their usual face-fuck. He slammed his fuckpole in and out of her throat, fucking her forcefully, but never choking her.
His balls slapped her chin and she moved her hands to his ass and stroked his butt as he frigged her mouth. Suddenly, but predictably, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her down on her back.
He straddled her tits and slid his dick back and forth in the valley of her boobs. He continued whispering obscenities as he tit-fucked the excited brunette.
He pushed her onto her belly and lay down flat on her back. His prick pressed inside her ass crease and Terry wondered if he would fuck her asshole today. There was nothing she liked better than a good corn-holing.
He moved back and pressed his face against her lush butt. He slithered his tongue inside her asscrack and licked up and down the deep canal.
He dribbled saliva over her bung and nibbled her silken-skinned butt-flesh. She held her asscheeks open for him as he forced his tongue-tip into her shitter. She writhed with passion as he hunched up and rubbed his juiced-up fuck-knob up and down her shit crease.
She pushed her ass up and in a moment felt his cockhead caress her pussy flaps. He rubbed his cock-knob against her clit, stopping just before she climaxed.
"That's enough for you, bitch!" he said as he pulled his cock away from her love-button.
"Oh, please, sir!" she, cried. "Just one come!"
"You say you want one come, slut?" he said.
"Please, sir! Just one come!"
He slapped her butt, leaving the imprint of his fingers on her white skin. "You'll wait until I'm ready, bitch!" he said.
"Oh, sir, you're too cruel!" she squealed, craning her neck and staring at him with mock-terror in her eyes.
But within seconds his big prick was plunging inside her cunt. Just as she knew it would be. "Here it is, bitch!" he growled, ramming his dick into her depths.
Her cunt-muscles caressed his prong. He fucked her forcefully, careful not to touch her clit. He liked to torture her that way. Her juices flowed and she gasped for breath, but he refused to touch her clit. Not yet.
Her tits pressed into the thick carpet and she continued begging him to bring her off. The first time they'd fucked, she'd thought he was kinky. Now she knew different. He was an exciting man who liked to experiment. And, he'd taught her a lot in the time she'd known him.
Once they'd fucked in the shower in his office. And several times he'd made her sit on the sink and he'd stood in front of her and fucked her.
Lately he'd been asking her to entertain at a party in his home. She hadn't agreed to it yet. She had a feeling he'd expect her to fuck everyone there and she wasn't quite ready for that kind of scene.
New she slammed her pussy back at his thrusting dick. She trembled wildly as her inflamed cunt sucked and milked his dick. She knew he wouldn't come yet. He always pulled out when he felt his climax approaching. He liked to make it last a long time. Sometimes she had a dozen orgasms before he came.
Now he pulled out of her gash and turned her over onto her back. He hovered over her, laying his cheek down over her inflamed pussy. She shivered as she pulled and pinched her nipples.
He rubbed his face against her twat. The feel of his mustache on her overheated cunt was wonderful. He ran his long wet tongue up and down her sensitive inner thighs as he poked around her cunt-folds.
"You're not playing the game," he said, and she immediately began whimpering.
"You're going too fast for me!" she cried. "You're nothing but an animal! An animal!"
"Cunt!" he said, sitting up and slapping her hard across her face.
"Oh, no!" she shrieked. "You struck me!"
"And I'll do it again, bitch, if you ever talk to me that way again!"
He glared down at her and she felt her pussy moisten as he pushed her onto her side and smacked her butt. He continued spanking her and soon the flesh of her ass was red with his fingerprints.
He hit her until her pussy erupted in a glorious orgasm. When she regained her senses, he was staring down at her.
"You love it, don't you, Terry?" he said. "You really get off on kinky stuff?"
"I guess I do," she said, wiggling her ass.
He pumped his cock slowly as he gazed down at her. "You'd love my parties," he said.
"I don't know if I'm ready for anything like that," she said.
"You mean group stuff?" he said.
She nodded and yawned. "Uh huh," she said.