“Right here— on the rug?” he asked as she stopped in the middle of the floor.
“Right here on the rug,” she said. She went down gracefully, arranging herself, nude and supple at his feet.
He stripped down rapidly. “The door…”
“I’ve already locked it.”
“The cleaning women…”
“I stopped at your secretary’s desk, printed a sign, put it on the door. Do not disturb.”
He sank to his knees, staring at his feast in wonder.
“You,” he said, “are the most fantastic woman I ever met.”
“No, Sydney,” she said. “You are the most underrated man in Domino, but you can come into your own if you want.”
All he wanted in the entire world right now was to sink his prick up her delectable fuck channel. She spread her legs and arched her belly, and he went sliding into her saddle. His prick notched the opening of her cunt. He closed his eyes, still not believing that all these wonders had actually happened. He shoved. It was absolute heaven. His eager prick violated a tight, pink cunt and slid into her sex chamber, riding on sweet girl oils. He surged deep into her body, his cock thrilled by her interior body heat, the tight grip of her sex organ, and her quivers of being taken.
“Ohhh, Sydney,” she cried.
“Innn— cred — ibulll,” he sang in rapture.
Sydney looked down on her white, naked body and got the most exquisite thrill of his entire sex life. This fabulous beauty felt his prick, relished his prick, was taken by his prick— and she loved it. He’d never had such an elegant woman, but she seemed just as love-struck by him as he was by her. There was a sheen of moisture on her face and body. Her sex blush of excitement went clear down to those smooth, rounded shoulders. Her nipples locked tight for him and her loins moved in avid hunger for his restless cock. Her beautiful face looked dazed, contented, happy, expressing the enslavement of her luscious sexiness to his cock.
“Ah, Crystal, never-never— so fabulous — oh, baby, I love it!” he cried, beginning to drill her in full male confidence and ecstasy.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” she whispered. “I want it deep and hard…”
Crystal wanted to weep in her relief and joy at having this sex. Despite her beauty and obvious sexuality it was almost impossible for her to fulfill the deep needs of her erotic nature with most of the men she’d met in New York. The executives she worked with, the younger ones, were slick, hard and self-involved. Their cocks used cunts like Kleenex, to be spurted into once and discarded.
For her there was also a deeper, greater danger— the gray sordid walls of some prison, eternally waiting for her in the shadows. Her work for A-C 1100 could save her — but any one of the fast talking, quick thinking executives that she moved among could also penetrate her secret and destroy her.
Sydney was safe. Sydney was open, innocent, lust-crazed manhood. His cock, furiously stroking her to hot heaven, was twice as precious as that of his wolf-like president, who’d also made passes, or the other executives of Domino.
She’d realized that she must act fast and give herself totally if she were to enjoy Sydney Martin as her lover.
Now she gave herself up to the pure ecstasy of the lovemaking. She shifted under him to receive the hot drive of his piercing manhood in this blissful pocket of time when she was loved and SAFE!
Eyes glazed with the sweetness of the friction in her cunt, Sydney came forward to suckle once more on her magnificent breasts. She felt his eagerness and wonder at enjoying her beauties and the thrills that rushed down her body added flames to her fires that already burned so hotly.
“You are— soooo built!” he gasped between sucks.
“Eat them, Sydney. Take them— they’re yours. Oh, oh, oh.”
Riding on his fabulous hunger, she sank into the miracle of the sex world, luscious female giving her all, opening her intimate body passage and her soul to the taking by the male. Soft thigh muscles strained as she worked her belly against his maddening, determined cock strokes. Her buttocks tensed and she gasped and grunted at the fierce ardor that drove her toward her own bitch madness.
“Oh, you’re fucking me sooo good,” she cried. “I feel it— deep — driving me crazeee.”
“Uh, Uh, Uh.”
He felt her yielding to him and his plunging cock, and that inspired him to ream her faster. She cried out in wild lust, joy beginning to rock and whine in her sweet bitch distress.
“Fucked. Fucked,” she cried in wonder.
All through her body the power of the sex organized her, opened her, whipped her to plunging fury to suck that cock deep into her body and milk it. She quivered and twisted— and then she glided upward in the overpowering ecstasy of orgasm.
“Sydney— it’s cummiiiiiing!” she cried.
She had paid him the last and the greatest compliment. Her divine body had succumbed to his prick before it had harvested his own hot-sealed sex reservoir.
Maddened with pleasure, she surged up against him and locked in the exquisite stillness of pre-orgasmic pleasure, going faint as her body processes raped her of all voluntary motions.
At this climactic moment, Sydney released her breasts and plunged his mouth on hers, jamming his tongue into hers, demanding more penetration into her taken body.
She whined in ecstasy and gave up her full womanhood. Throb, throb, throb. Her gigantic cunt squeezes let him feel the most fantastic orgasm he’d ever sensed in a woman. Her slick tunnel pulsed tightly on his prick, not only a token of her complete surrender, but an added joy to his reaming cock. It was enough to blast him right out in space.
“Ahhhhh, oohhhh!” he went.
There could be no long freeze for him— he’d been in a high state of desire too long. He felt a luscious moment of locking and then he overrode her throbbing cunt with his gushes.
“Take it. I’m spurtiiiing!” he told her.
Thrilled shots of liquid male jissum burned into her belly. Sydney twisted and grunted in relief as, at last, he speed forth his frustrated desires, seeding the belly of the most luscious-looking female he’d ever met. As he shot sperm, she contracted in her own hot orgasm of pleasure, the two of them tight-locked and groaning in magnificent good feeling and relief. He went half faint with the wild release of it while she jerked and moaned and sank into euphoria under him in the hottest fuck she’d had in months. The first part of her plan to use Domino had been brilliantly executed.
CHAPTER TWO
“I can’t suck a man’s penis!” wailed Leaf Campbell.
“Yes, you can,” said Crystal. “It’s really very sexy, especially when they break and you feel all that hot, wonderful liquid spurting in your mouth. After you do it once, the flavor is great and the feel of their hard shafts jerking in wild spasms drives you out of your skull in happiness.”
“Ohhhhh, Crystal,” moaned Leaf.
Crystal sat on top of the soft girl’s belly, doing Leaf’s face makeup. Leaf thought that Crystal was the epitome of the mad, worldly New York type of woman. She squirmed helplessly under Crystal’s weight, but that was how Crystal wanted to do her makeup, sitting on the smaller girl’s belly, pinning her to the bed.
She’d only known the computer woman for a few days, but at least Crystal was on her side and willing to help a Pennsylvania small town girl, lost in the cruel winds of the big city. Leaf had lost so many jobs that she was practically thrown out on the street for lack of rent money. That’s when she applied to the giant Avery Cascade Computer Co. for a job— and ran into Crystal.