Suddenly, his moment arrived.
He gasped, a low guttural sound that started from somewhere deep in his chest, as he felt the boiling hot sperm begin to make its nerve-scorching dash from his testicle sacs and begin spurting in thin hot streams into her omnivorously working mouth. Marian's cheeks expanded and hollowed like a blacksmith's bellows as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking on them. Still, she continued to suck madly as he emptied every last drop of the hot milky cum into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled into her hair with savage fury and he pressed her head down on the throbbing prick, shoving the squirting head all the way down into her throat. The redhead coughed sporadically as she swallowed to regain her breath and he moaned his last, grunting in complete fulfillment. Then, inch by inch, his cock deflated in her mouth, even though she continued the gentle sucking, milking off every last drop of the hot sticky cum from his exhausted cock.
She had sucked him dry and with a groan he collapsed, arms out, back across the mattress. Marian nibbled gently at him for a while, her head resting softly on his thigh, then crawled up over his body to cradle his head against her full, still-heaving breasts. He was too spent to return the gentle kiss she leaned down to place on his lips.
"There. Was it as good as I promised?" she said softly after a minute.
"I… well, I…" he struggled, trying to find the proper words of appreciation.
"That's all right, Ed, baby. Tell me later," she chuckled gently, snuggling up against the warmth of his body. "Let's just rest here for a few minutes…"
"Mmmmmm," was all he could manage before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell into a light doze of exhaustion.
CHAPTER 7
As George took her arm and led her down the darkened hallway of the Executive Club, Lynn had thought that she heard strange noises coming from behind one of the doors, sounds like the shrill squeaking of bedsprings and perhaps a woman's voice crying out. But, after what she had seen down in the salon, Lynn wouldn't have been surprised to find out that one of the couples who were watching the show downstairs had decided to make love in a private room. At least, they would have shown a little more delicacy than most of the members who had been writhing on the couches and the carpeted floors like a whole zoo of animals suddenly gone into heat.
After the sweltering heat of the salon, this part of the building seemed pleasantly cool and Lynn could feel the perspiration drying on her forehead. As shocked and excited as she had been while watching the young girl and the German Shepherd, the darkness of the hallway and the lingering effects of the drinks smoothed out her nerves and made her feel free to lean gratefully on George's supporting arm. He really was being very nice tonight, she thought to herself, and she really couldn't blame him for having become aroused during the lewd performance. After all, she had become aroused as well – more than she cared to remember. In fact, she couldn't deny that the fires of passion were still smoldering inside her, and she could feel the sticky moisture between her thighs where it had flowed excitedly out of her.
The simple action of walking seemed to be re-igniting the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling waves of unwanted pleasure spreading out in all directions from her inflamed clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her clothing as she moved were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to even greater heights of distracting sensation.
"Are we almost there, George?" the tiny blonde inquired nervously. "I… I think I'd better sit down, right away…"
"Just a few more feet… ah, here it is, my dear," McHenry said softly. "We'll just rest in here until you feel a little better. I had to admit that that was one of the most realistic performances that we've had in a long time. It might take me a few minutes to recover, myself!"
Lynn didn't have to wonder what he was talking about. Even though she was fighting her arousal with all her strength, the flutterings of passion she felt were just as intense as they had been while they watched the lovely young girl being fucked from behind by the lust-maddened dog.
She waited a moment while McHenry fumbled with the door's lock, then passed through the doorway, blinking hard at the light he had just switched on. As she became accustomed to the brightness of the illumination, Lynn looked around her and realized with surprise that she was standing in the middle of a large, luxuriously furnished bedroom. The massive double bed that faced her was the last thing she had expected to see in the room they were going to, but then as she thought again, she realized that any place that presented obscene "floor shows" like the Executive Club would have to give its members a place to relieve the passion the floor show had inspired. She was certain now that her suspicions had been right about the sounds she had heard in the hallway coming in, but then another shattering thought struck her.
"If Ed and Marion aren't in the salon, where could they be, George?" she asked McHenry, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
"Oh, there's a wine cellar downstairs, or maybe they decided to take a walk," he shrugged, smiling a little as he guessed what was going on in her mind. He too had heard the grunts and moans from behind the closed door and, though he didn't know or care what young Waring sounded like when he fucked, he'd recognized his wife, Marian's usual wild cries of ecstasy.
For a crazy moment, Lynn considered running back out into the hallway and banging on that other door until the people inside identified themselves, but she quickly got control over her raging jealousy. If the people inside weren't Ed and Marian, and she had no reason to suppose they were, then she would embarrass herself and Ed in front of some very disgruntled company executive and his partner. She hoped against hope that Ed might be down in the cellar discussing vintage wines with Marian. In fact, she mournfully decided, she wouldn't even mind if he had deserted her to take the sexy redhead out for a walk in the snowy streets – Only please, she silently prayed, don't let that be him on that squeaking bed with her in the other room.
Then, Lynn suddenly and unexpectedly forgot her anxieties as a strange wave of strong, mind-reeling desire rose in her, dizzying her and confusing her. McHenry stepped closer to her to encircle her shoulders with his arm and Lynn gripped his hand for support. She was grateful that McHenry was being such a gentleman, so helpful and understanding. One would never had known from his behavior that he had been touching her so intimately, less than five minutes ago. She automatically clenched her thighs together as the memory of his hand on her breasts and between her legs flickered momentarily through her mind, causing a secret shame to rise to her cheeks. But the pressure placed on her clitoris by her tightly-squeezed vaginal lips only stimulated her more and she could not understand why she was suddenly the victim of these unnaturally powerful sexual urges.
Perhaps the alcohol was affecting her, she thought, casting about frantically for an explanation of the erotic feelings inflaming her whole body. Surely it could not still be the effects of having watched the obscene performance, for at that moment she could not even remember the young girl's face or much of anything else. Her only thought was to find some form of relief for the inferno inside her… one that seemed to have come up out of nowhere…
"How do you feel, my dear?" McHenry ventured tentatively as he noticed the expression of worried befuddlement that clouded her pretty, youthful face.
"I feel funny… there's something wrong with me, I think," she muttered uncertainly.