"She's coming! She's coming, Reed!" Jason cried.
"Yeah, yeah!" Reed gasped. "Hump her!Fuckit into her!"
Trudy's breath came in short, desperate gasps as she felt the two men thrust deeply, their hot jets of cum shooting from the tips of their cocks into her cunt. Their juices mingled deep inside her in a wet pool of passion that made her come all over again. Then all three of them collapsed in a heap.
The muscles of Trudy's drained, exhausted body gave way abruptly. Her arms fell out to her sides oh the sweat-soaked carpet She lay still, her naked back flat on Jason's chest, and Reed's spent body splayed over hers. Her heart pounded and she panted deeply for several moments, sinking into a half-conscious daze.
She was vaguely aware of Mona standing up, and then she felt Reed shift his weight on top of her. Tiny pinpoints of light fluttered in her vision.
"Welcome home, darling." She heard the redhead's voice from above her.
Trudy grinned. "Well, you know what I've always said?"
"What's that, baby?" Reed said, giving her a squeeze.
Trudy looked steadily at her new employers, then her grin widened. "Home is where the best fucking is!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie Barrington looked at the woman and young man across the desk from her, and then down at the file on her desk: JoAnn St. Paul, age twenty-two… and Charles St. Paul, age eighteen.
"And you will be employed as a maid in the Caine household, Ms. St. Paul?"
"That's right," replied the attractive, dark haired English girl.
"And Charles your brother-the Caines have agreed to house him as well?"
"That was the agreement when I was hired by Mrs. Caine," JoAnn St. Paul replied.
"Well, it looks as though everything is in order."
But it wasn't. Connie Barrington had only been in the Immigration Service a year, but she could spot something wrong when it came up and hit her in the face. Mona and Reed Caine had hired a lot of young foreign girls, and they had only stayed a year in the couple's employ.
Now they were hiring two maids at the same time. And a boy, too. Why?
Connie wanted the answer to that question, but she knew she wasn't going to get it from these two.
"May we go now?" the English girl asked.
"Yes, of course," Connie replied, and smiled them both out the door. It had barely closed behind them when the intercom on her desk buzzed. "Yes, Mr. Jones?"
"Connie, would you come into my office for a moment?"
"Of course."
Connie left her office and walked down the hall to Paul Jones' office.
"Come in, Connie, come in!"
Connie sat primly on the edge of a chair across from her employer. "What's up?"
"A complaint. But I'll tell you about it after we have lunch." Paul Jones rose and went to the door. His eyes never left Connie as he moved.
At twenty-four, Connie Barrington was by far the best-looking girl in the agency. She was blonde, and fantastically built. Her tits, rich and ripe, were clearly outlined under the thin blouse she wore. Her hips were well-rounded and her skirt revealed a tantalizing pair of thighs.
Connie was also the best fuck in the office. Paul Jones knew, because they had been having these little lunches twice a week since she'd come to work for him.
Jones locked the door and when he turned back again, Connie was already out of her dress and had her shoes off. He moved to her and covered her lips with his, sending his tongue crashing against hers. It was a long, drawn-out kiss, giving him time to move his hands over her magnificent body and feel the vibration of her excitement and through his fingertips.
His fingers settled on her ass and squeezed the flesh through her panties. Then he slipped his hands under the elastic and ran them down again, this time against the bare quivering flesh.
Connie squealed into his mouth as his finger traced the slit of her ass and moved down into her cunt. She spread her legs to allow him easier access, and moaned when two of his fingers went up her cunt from the rear.
"You know we'll get fired if we're ever caught," she whispered into his mouth.
"It would be worth it," he replied. "I think you're the best fuck I've ever had."
He went to work on her bra and panties and a moment later Connie stood before him completely naked. Her tits were creamy white and perfectly formed. The nipples were red and luscious. Jones moved his lips from one to the other and sucked greedily. Then he pushed her tits apart and moved his head deep into the sweet-smelling cleavage. It was burning with her body heat, and that drove him even wilder.
Then his lips began traveling down her body. He sucked her navel for several moments and then buried his tongue in the opening. Connie squirmed and squealed with delight. Paul was on his knees before her now. He was still fully clothed, but he couldn't pull himself away from her body long enough to undress.
His mouth moved into her pussy, the pubic hair was golden and soft as silk. He ran his teeth through the strands and felt her body shudder with desire. She spread her thighs for him and moaned for him to tongue her slit.
"Suck it, Paul! Suck my pussy juice!"
When he pulled gobs of tender cunt flesh into his mouth and massaged her tender lips gently with his teeth, Connie nearly fainted. He moved his mouth up to her slit and spread the lips with his fingers. Her legs could no longer hold her up. She backed toward the sofa and fell on it and spread her legs as wide as she could.
Paul fell between her legs and buried his face in the blonde muff of her pussy. The aroma was intoxicating, and made him even hotter. His tongue flashed out again and again, making Connie squeal louder and louder with delight until she finally had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming.
Finally, Paul couldn't stand the strain. His dick was bursting inside his trousers and he knew that he had to fuck her immediately or come in his pants. He pulled away from her and began tearing off his clothing.
Connie watched him, fascinated. The sight of this important executive tearing off his clothes did something wonderful for her ego.
Then he was naked and the sight of his long, hard dick made her hotter than hell.
"Hurry, Paul, fuck my cunt!"
He moved between her legs. She wrapped her hand around his dick and guided him to her syrupy hole. He slipped his cock inside.
The cum was churning in his balls now and begging for release. He knew he had better get in as many thrusts as possible to satisfy her before his orgasm. temporarily ended the session. He pushed his cock into her as deeply as it would go, withdrew, and rammed it home again with every ounce of strength in his body. His mouth was pressed tightly against hers and their tongues slashed at each other violently. Small grunts escaped their lips as they fucked.
Connie wrapped her long legs around his body and squeezed him tight as she thrust her cunt up to meet his cock. The tightness of her pussy hole and the wild gyrations of her hips were more than Paul's nervous system could endure.
"Coming, baby, coming," he groaned. "Can't help it!"
The cum churned and the blood rushed through his veins. His breath came in quick spurts, his brain reeled, his throat tightened, and then he erupted inside her. One burst followed another inside her cunt, and Connie responded with an orgasm of her own that caused her to clutch at him with fingers of steel and scream away her passion inside his mouth.
Paul rolled off to lie beside her. "Okay?" he groaned.
"Yes, but I could handle one more." "Do it from the top then," he panted. "I'm only half hard… it'll be easier that way."
Connie scrambled over his body and again put the head of his dick at the entrance to her sloshing cunt. "Oh God, I love fucking," she groaned as she lowered herself slowly and deliberately down the shaft until it was completely packed into her cunt. "Mmmmmm, it feels good, so good! Are you ready?"