"Take it, whore!" he spat, his face almost satanic. "Take a big cock… right up your fucking… spine!"
Sara was almost delirious with pleasure. Unable now to distinguish the spasms of pleasure that soaked her body, she experienced a constant flutter of orgasm. She was moaning and smacking her lips over his feet, her eyes closed in total ecstasy.
Randy shoved the first of his load deep into her pussy and fell forward. They fell in a heap on the floor, their bodies locked in furious passion. For several long moments he gave while she received, their minds oblivious to everything in the world except the pure ecstasy that crashed into every nerve of their bodies.
"My God!" Sara said at last. "Did you used to work in a circus or something?"
Randy laughed, almost embarrassed about the way they had fucked. He patted her on the ass and rolled away, his cock flopping noisily onto his belly. It lay glued thereby several milky strands of cum, framed in his golden-colored patch of wet crotch hair.
"Just got a little carried away," he said sheepishly. "Like it?"
"I loved it!" Sara said, passion still in her voice. "You have any mote tricks up your sleeve?"
"A few, maybe," he said with a chuckle. "How about yourself?"
"Me?" Sara asked, fluttering her eyelids, speaking in a mock-Southern voice. "Why, I'm just a little ol' country girl. I do everything simple."
She straddled his waist, her head toward his feet. She slipped her heels into his armpits and clutched his half-hard cock, working the end of it over her oozing pussy. When it throbbed to rock-like stiffness, she squeezed the rim of her shitter over the massive head.
"I want a simple butt-fucking," she grunted, sliding in about half of his shaft.
She paused, trying to get used to the size. When her muscles reined, she slipped in the full length, sitting down firmly on his belly.
"Ohhhh!" Randy gasped, reaching up and running his fingers over her smooth back. "Every time… when I… think I've been fucked out, you… you… oh baby… you're so… good!"
Sara pulled up slowly, her hands on his knees for support. When only the end of his prick throbbed inside her asshole, she lunged back down, gobbling his shaft quickly inside her. Her cunt brushed over his huge balls, sending shivers of pleasure racing up and down her spine.
"You just lay there," she whispered when she felt him begin to buck, driving his cock in and out. "I'll do everything. You won't have to move a muscle!"
Randy didn't know how long he'd be able to take the delicious torture, but did as he was told. He moved his hands across her back and held onto her hanging breasts, fingering the pulsating nipples, his body flinching with growing ecstasy.
"This is so good!" Sara groaned, pulling his knees up. She licked the bony surfaces and gasped out a small yelp. Hardly able to believe how quick her pleasure was already mounting, she began thrusting her ass up and down faster. "Jesus, I… I… OHHHHH!"
Her orgasm was just peaking when she felt Randy grip her sides with both hands and shove her face-down on the floor. He slapped her thighs apart with his knees, and holding her waist in a vise-like embrace, he began hammering violently into her shitter.
"Fuck me, bitch!" he grunted, his mouth on the back of her neck. "Come on, you little cock loving whore, suck my cock with this little asshole of yours!"
Sara jerked her body back and forth, trying to match his speed, his urgency. A couple of minutes later she felt the scalding release of his climax tear into her shitter, making her insides turn to butter.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Randy barked, grinding in more of his thick release. The juice collected, then seeped out of the opening, rolling down the insides of her thighs. "Take it! Goddamn you, you fucking cum hound, take… it."
Sara was surprised that he had as much jism as he did. It boiled wildly in her guts, creamy and hot as pudding, totally filling up her insides.
Finally he smacked the last of his load into her shitter with a crushing stab, then relaxed. He lay upon her for a long time, unable, to move, simply enjoying the way the tightness of her asshole surrounded his withering cock.
"Damn, I wish I were more of a man… or you were less of a woman," he said with a laugh. "I'm already so fucked-out, I can't even stand up!"
"Who cares if you can't stand up," Sara grinned. "Just so long as you can keep it up!"
"You really have to leave tonight?" he asked. "I think I could really go for a nice four-hour fuck."
"Sorry," she, answered. "The guy I'm meeting in St. Louis is very important."
"And I'm not?"
"Let me show you just how important you are," Sara said, wiggling from beneath him. "I'm gonna make you feel like a million dollars!"
CHAPTER NINE
"A million dollars!" Sara said, her jaw slack with disbelief. Surely she hadn't heard right.
"That's right, Miss Price," the man said. "My firm is willing to back your venture, on a somewhat larger scale than you are perhaps accustomed to, but we have investigated you very carefully."
Sara still couldn't believe her ears. She sat there stunned, listening to all the man had to say. His company, he informed her, was eager, in fact, to invest money in an international branch of offices, with her as the head. He mentioned promotional firms who would handle advertising, possible locations for offices, and the fact that if she agreed to his proposal, she would have stock options in the corporation amounting to forty-nine percent control after a period of one year.
"This is simply too good to be true," she said after he finished talking. "No one hands something like this to someone on a silver platter."
"I am," the man said simply. "But don't kid yourself," he added, "we will furnish the capital, but you will do all the work. We expect to have full return on our investment plus a tidy sum." He pulled some papers from his briefcase. "Now, if you just read these over and sign right here… and here… and, uh, here."
Sara looked at the man as if seeing him for the first time. It was easy to like him – not only was he extremely handsome and forceful, he had grace and charm. The combination spelled pure sex appeal. From his shock of dark, chocolate-brown hair that framed his rugged face, down to, his powerful, cat-like legs, he was the epitome of all that was masculine. She looked into his piercing blue eyes and was glad she was sitting – or her knees would have buckled.
She took the papers and noticed his hands. Large and capable-looking, they were covered with a wiry growth of near-black hair. She wondered if the hair around his cock would be the same color. She also wondered what his cock would look like, how it would feel, plunging into her aching pussy.
"Why, you're trembling, Miss Price," he said.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No," she answered, clearing her throat. She looked down at the papers, seeing the words run together. "I'll… I'll want to show these to my attorney before, signing," she said. "I can give you an answer the first of next week. Is that OK?"
"Fine," he said, sitting back in the chair. "As a matter of fact, I'm rather glad our business is over. Would you care to have dinner with me?"
That isn't all I'm going to have with you! she thought. I'm going to tear your clothes off and rape you, if necessary!
"I'd love to," she answered.
"Although St. Louis isn't known as the culinary capital of the world, I'm sure we can find someplace interesting."
Whether the place had been interesting or dull, Sara would have never remembered. Intoxicated with both wine and the sheer presence of the man, she felt like she was walking on air by the time they returned to the hotel suite. Then, as if they had known each other for years instead of six hours, they fell into a passionate embrace, slowly edging toward the bed.