He brought his mouth to her hard clitoris, capturing it between his soft lips as he drove his stiff tongue at it, stabbing it with a rapid frenzy as he felt her squirming wildly for more, moving and twisting in erotic rapture, directing his lashing strokes onto her throbbing button, throwing open her trembling thighs to him, giving her all, her everything, in a lust-filled passion, wanting his fiery dagger to whip her poor little knob to an exploding frazzle.
He nuzzled hard against her quivering nub, knocking it from side to side, punishing her with his soft tongue as his wet chin pushed against her sweet hole, keeping it wide and churning, her drenched labia sliding silkenly, wanting to accept the impossible width of his jaw, wanting to engulf his lapping head, his whole body in her torrid cunt. She desperately wanted something in her hot pussy as the searing agony of orgasm closed in on her, covered her in a pink mist of creeping spasms, jerking the walls over her cunt convulsively as it searched for a hard shaft to grip wildly, to fill her, to stretch her quivering vagina with its hammering hugeness.
She moaned softly, clasping his head tightly in her hands and pulling him forward, her widespread thighs shaking uncontrollably at the unfamiliar head trying to force its way into her, spreading her tender cunt lips over his jaw, pressing on her agonized clitoris with his broad insistent tongue, bringing her cherry-red climax shooting up from her toes and down from the very pit of her stomach to the throbbing center of her being and colliding in a blazing shower of spinning rockets that churned her gushing cunt into a molten sliding gash of white hot meat.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "Eat me! Bite my clit. Make me COMMME!" she bellowed, her vagina jumping and pounding, her screaming clitoris blossoming into a fiery throes of orgasm, vibrating and searing her with a technicolor rainbow of sparkling shooting explosions, twisting her burning insides in frantic search for a hard cock head to clamp down on as the momentum of the feverishly racing pin-wheels drew together in a blinding flash of unending brilliance.
CHAPTER FIVE
"My God," she sighed breathlessly as he released her ankles and gently lowered her feet to the floor. "I thought I would never stop coming. You're fantastic!"
"It's nothing, my dear," he said grandly, wiping at the corners of his mouth with a delicate finger. "You make it easy for a guy to do things for you."
She was hardly listening. Her still racing mind was concentrating on her well-used clitoris and the soft rosy afterglow settling warmingly over her. The savage thrill of a moment ago was replaced by a creamy mellowness as she felt his gentle hands adjusting her skirt over her thighs and heard him say something that was lost in the foggy channels of her mind. "Huh?" she asked. "I didn't hear you."
"I said, I am going to keep your panties as a trophy."
"Anything you want is fine by me," she said sleepily.
"C'mon now," he coaxed, sliding her panties into his pocket and taking her hand. "Up-sa-daisy, pretty Paulette." He got her to her feet and suddenly gave her a brisk swat on the fanny. "Wake up!"
"Ow!" she cried, coming out of it and rubbing her bottom with both hands. "Brute!"
He laughed and took her arm, leading her across the gym. "We'll see how Rudy is doing, then I am taking you home and getting in that tight ass of yours again."
Hearing him talk so openly about fucking her ass she came fully awake. She moved closer to him, matching his long steps, appreciating his bigness and the protection he offered. And suddenly feeling a strange draft on her bare cunt, she stopped.
"You have my panties!" she whispered fiercely.
He smiled and tugged at her arm, making her walk. "You said I could have them as a trophy," he reminded her.
She tried to stop him again but his insistent tugging brought her along.
"I can't walk around like this!"
"You're doing fine," he assured her, opening the door to the Specialized Equipment Room where Rudy was working out.
"Hello Rudy," he said, gently leading Paulette into the room.
"Hello boss," Rudy greeted from his prone position on the wide leather exercise table.
"Hello boss," Cassidy said, removing a weight from Rudy's ankle.
"Rudy, Cassidy, this is Paulette, my girlfriend of the evening."
"Hi," she said smally, clearly intimidated by the close confines of the room and the two men's near nakedness.
"Hello," they quipped together, Rudy adjusting his shorts more politely at his crotch, and Cassidy setting his sweat pants more comfortably at his naked waist.
"I came to look at your knee," Tommy said, leading Paulette to the table. "You might as well see this," he told her. "This is what comes from not working out."
Rudy winced at his boss's barb. "Honest. I just started running. I thought-"
"You didn't think," Tommy said gruffly. "If you were thinking this wouldn't have happened." He let his eyes bore into Rudy's, making sure he got the message, then said, "Lie back. I want to look at it."
Rudy obeyed sheepishly, falling back on his elbows and letting his legs dangle off the edge of the table.
"These are his operation scars," he told her, bringing her closer with a wave of his hand. He pointed to the angry red zipper-like scars on the inside and outside of Rudy's knee. "Can you see?" he asked her.
She leaned across Rudy's left leg, trying to keep her eyes from the prominent bulge so clearly outlined in his shorts. "Yes," she managed to say, feeling Rudy's eyes devouring her pendulous breasts as she leaned further.
"Come around here," Tommy told her, positioning her before Rudy and reaching around her to take his ankle. "Put your hands on his knee," he told her, "and you will feel the roughness as the joint moves."
She gently put her hands on Rudy's knee as Tommy moved the leg, seeing at the top of her vision the tip of Rudy's growing tool, lengthening only inches from her hands.
Rudy's pulse pounded under her warm hands. His dick throbbed and pushed downward in the tight confines of his shorts. It bulged obviously, the classic mound of male need. It bulged so obviously that Tommy noticed it.
"You see that?" Tommy said, pulling Paulette back and pointing at Rudy's straining rod. "If he kept his mind on his business like he was supposed to he wouldn't be in that condition. That goes for his knee too."
He lead Paulette to the door and said back over his shoulder, "Sleep tight Rudy. I hope you learned something from this."
He closed the door softly behind them.
Turning out of the parking lot and onto the main drag, Paulette said, "That was cruel what you did to Rudy."
"I know, but sometimes I have to do hard things to make them play hard."
She thought she understood, but she was still uneasy with his callous treatment of one of his players. She let it go, sitting back in her seat and pondering what her reaction would have been if Tommy had asked her to service Rudy.
She remembered the hard shape of Rudy's struggling cock and asked herself if she would have protested loudly before she slid her loving mouth over the broad tip. Ah, she thought, there it is. I might have demurred at first, maybe even acted insulted that Tommy should even suggest such a thing, but in the end I would have serviced the rugged-looking Rudy, sucked him off right there on the table in front of everyone. Yes, she told herself, I would have given him anything he desired, including something I would not have even thought of just a couple of hours ago.
She snuggled closer to Tommy, resting her hand on his huge prick. I might even have suggested that Rudy push his hard prick into my ass, bend me right over the table and flip up my skirt and-Whoa! she thought, remembering Tommy had her panties. She suddenly felt the cool seat beneath her ass, pressing its chill reminder into her open cunt, making her very much aware of her femininity, her hot box and still empty vagina, that very special void that needed filling.