The slosh of his prick in her asshole filled the room, along with the steady creaking of the bed, the steady, rapid slap of flesh against flesh as his hips sailed hard into her buttocks. Gism shot toward his prick again. It was time to spill it inside her.
He rose to his knees again, lifting her as he did so, and his cock remained inside her. She shook her ass, burying her head in the pillow. He pumped a few more times into her bunghole, then ripped his cock from her anus and drilled it into her cunt from behind with one long, clean lunge.
"Oh NICK!"
Her words were muffled by the pillow as she wailed. He wasted no time, twisting his member around with a circular movement of his hips, lunging sharply and bringing their bodies together with slap after slap of wet flesh.
Again he looked down and watched his prick emerge from her body, gleaming in the pink light. She had her eyes closed, savoring the caress of his balls as they swung against her cunt, savoring every last inch of his member as it bored into her.
Holding on to her seething tits for leverage, he lifted his hips from her ass, then paused with only half of his cock in her pussy.
"No, darling, please don't stop now!" Julie screamed immediately. "I-I'm going to come!"
He resumed his strokes, slicing into her at top speed. Each rapid thrust brought another scream to her lips, another thresh from her thighs and arms. Her head was shaking back and forth as she neared her frenzied end.
Suddenly he rose to his knees again, with his cock still buried inside her. He lifted her legs, and then maneuvered their bodies so that he was standing on the bed, she was arched into the air, her head buried in the pillow, her legs draped over his hips. His hands held her up, his fingers sank into her waist. Now his lunges pushed her forward on the bed, his balls swung freely against her drooling pussy lips.
"Oh my God, Nick! Here it comes!"
He screwed into her savagely, his thighs bulging, sweat dripping from his forehead. His cock was gorging with gism as she flew into the most intense orgasm of her life, slithering on the mattress like a snake as she felt the wave of pleasure sweep her into a near faint.
He drilled hard into her pussy again as she crested then groaned as his cock tensed and finally exploded. The first spurt of his warmth in her cunt brought a scream to her lips. He pumped furiously, his cream coming in torrents, his cock hammering into her so quickly that he whipped her juices into a froth even before her channel was filled with his spunk.
When finally he'd spent his last drop, he eased his cock from her cunt and let her fall in exhaustion to the mattress. He dropped on top of her, pressing his cock into the crack of his ass and kissing her back and neck madly.
Julie gradually regained consciousness. He rolled off her, she turned onto her side and embraced him.
"Nick, I've never…"
"Yeah, I know," he smiled.
They kissed, then Julie curled up in his arms. But he was aware that she would have to leave soon. And he wasn't going to waste any time. After they had lain together for a while, he began grinding his crotch against her thighs, then, when he was hard again, slid it into her sopping cunt. This time he fucked her for a full half-hour, first on top, then from the rear again, then sat down and let her sit on his prick and bounce up and down on his lap. By the time he spurted again inside her, she'd lost count of her orgasms.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nick was still sitting at his desk, staring out the window at the glittering spectacle of the Manhattan skyline and thinking about how he would handle old lady Dennison that night, when the phone rang and startled him.
He had a mind to ignore it. At this hour of the afternoon, it was probably Sally Lewis again with one of her giggling sex jokes. But the view out of his window had begun to bore him. He swiveled around in his chair and reached for the phone.
"Another girl to see you," Sally said. "I told her you were finished, and that she was too late. But she seems a bit desperate, and I believe she might burst into tears right here."
"Hell, send her in," Nick said. "One more won't hurt, and I can't stand to see a woman cry, particularly in my own office."
From the moment the girl came in, Nick knew she was far from what Jarvis had in mind. It was not only her incredible body, but her face had sex written all over it, and the way she moved across the office screamed bed, bed, bed, with each step.
"My name is Holly," she said, in a dead-tired voice that was somehow arousing.
"Sit down, Holly," Nick said, and motioned to the chair beside his desk.
"I'm Nick Harrison," he said. "And your last name? And do you have a portfolio or pictures of other jobs with you?"
The harshness of her laugh seemed strange coming from the lovely, honey-toned face and Nick saw that she was sitting on the edge of the seat, with her hands in her lap.
"Mr. Harrison, I have no pictures and no portfolio," she said. "The only job offers I've had in my brief career, or attempt at a career I should say, were for magazines or movies that you hear about but don't believe really exist. I naturally turned them down. I'm not even sure I have a last name any longer. Just call me Holly."
"All right, Holly," Nick said. "Suppose you tell me something about yourself."
Holly fidgeted on the chair and licked her lips. Nick stared at her and was overwhelmed with just how damn lovely she was. Her shoulder-length honey-blond hair framed a face marked by copper toned skin and big, blue eyes and full lips. Her up tilted breasts were straining against a black, one-size-too-small sweater. Her skirt now rode high above her knees to reveal golden thighs and slim tapered legs.
Nick looked back to the face and realized she had an incredible combination of obvious youth etched about the face, but also a way of twisting her lips and cocking her head and smiling that made him go warm with just the thought of touching her.
Still she did not speak, and he saw her body drawn tense and saw the hands pressed tightly together in her lap, and then he saw that her lips were quivering slightly.
He leaned forward. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"
"Mr. Harrison, I really need this job," she said. "Or some job. I really do. I'm desperate."
"Frankly, Holly, you're not at all what my client had in mind," he said. "And I have no other jobs right now. You could always visit personnel. Do you take dictation or type? Do you have any skills?"
"Not the kind to use in an office," she said. "I can't do one damn thing in an office."
"How old are you?" Nick asked.
"Seventeen," she said. "I don't have a single skill, Mr. Harrison. I didn't even finish high school. All I have is this body and my face, Mr. Harrison, and I just don't know what to do now."
Nick saw that she was shaking slightly and then noticed a faint pallor that edged the eyes and he realized that something was really wrong with the girl.
"When was the last time you ate?" he asked the girl.
Holly looked at him, her blue eyes wide. Then she glanced away. "Yesterday morning," she mumbled. "I did have some coffee this morning though."
"Christ, you poor kid," Nick said. And he thought back to times when he was young and hungry, and he knew what it was like to go a couple of days without eating.
He shoved his chair back and stood up. "Come on," he said.
"Where are we going?" she asked, as she got slowly to her feet.
"To get something to eat," he said.
"I didn't come up here for charity," she said. But her voice was weak, and weary and she moved with small, hesitant steps to the door, and then she turned. "I could eat a horse," she added.
Nick was overcome with pity as he led her out, and he felt a little guilty about his plush life and the ease with which he had blocked out the fact that he had once been a hungry, teen-aged kid.