He was fucking his hard meat into his beautiful secretary's hot little pussy for the first time in his life, the man could feel his cockhead growing bigger and bigger as it rubbed against the slick, soft ridges of her squeezing cunt-meat. He could hardly believe this young lady was the cool, sophisticated secretary that had been with him for so many years. As the ecstasy built up in his loins, the man thought his big blood-bloated dark might explode from the intense pleasure he was feeling. With their wet, slippery bodies writhing against each other, Paul drilled his cock faster and deeper into the girl's receptive little twat. He was further aroused by the feel of Shirley's hot, hard nipples burning into his flesh as her big tits squashed back and forth under his heaving chest.
"Oh, honey!" she squealed. "Fuck it to me, baby! Oh, shit, I've never felt anything so shittin' good in my life!"
Lewdly locked together, the horny couple screwed with a blinding passion, their wildly undulating bodies pounding together in wanton abandon. Frantically increasing the fury of his thrusts, the man could feel that heavenly sensation burning at the base of his cock. That meant he was ready to shoot his wad, he knew.
"Oh, shit, honey!" Shirley shrieked, pulling her knees back almost to her shoulders. "I'm gonna come, darling! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
His wonderful cock slammed mercilessly into her cunt, the top ridge of it rubbing deliciously against her erect clitoris.
"Ooooooooooh!" shrieked the half-crazed girl when she suddenly felt the man's hot fuckcream gushing into her cunt. "Squirt me good, baby!I'm coming… commmiiinnng!"
Writhing her hot, juicy slit up around the thick base of his cock, she rode the beautiful orgasm as his spurting prick filled her glowing twat with his boiling cum.
"Oh, my God," she whispered when he finally pulled his limp, spent prick out of her pussy. "That was wonderful!"
They just barely had their clothes back on when there was a knock at the door.
"Oh, shit!" Shirley gasped. "That must be Mr. Larkin. He has an early appointment with you this morning."
When Shirley opened the door for Paul's vice president, he stared at the girl's flushed face, lipstick smeared all over it.
"Well," he grinned, seeing Paul's rumpled hair when Shirley had left the room. "You're a dirty old man."
Paul didn't answer as he quietly straightened his tie and coughed nervously.
"You surprise me," grinned Bait Larkin. "I didn't know you fooled around with the ladies. Maybe we should go out together some night."
"What do you mean?" Paul asked. "Well," smiled Bait. "I know a lot of cute young hookers in this town that we could really have a party with. Are you interested?"
"Maybe," Paul admitted, thinking of how exciting it would be to get sucked off and fucked by every broad in town.
CHAPTER NINE
The happiest moment in Amber's life was the night Randy asked her to marry him. She accepted without a moment of hesitation, and they drove directly to his parents' home to announce the good news.
"I'm so happy," beamed Randy's mother as she affectionately embraced Amber. "I just couldn't wish for a sweeter daughter-in-law."
"Oh, thank you," smiled the little redhead, her entire body trembling with excitement.
"And now you can call me Dad," laughed Paul. "Okay, Daddy," Amber giggled, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm your little girl now."
When Amber went to bed that night, she was the happiest girl in the world. Her days of prostitution would soon be a thing of the past. From now on she would be the respected wife of one of the wealthiest men in town. Tomorrow night would be her last call as a hooker. She thought about canceling it, but she'd made the appointment several days ago and didn't want to disappoint her client. The man, Bait Larkin, had been a customer of hers for almost a year, and he'd asked Amber and another girl she didn't know to entertain him and a friend at a hotel.
When she arrived the next night, Bait introduced her to the other girl, who was an exceptionally cute little blonde. While they were waiting for the second man to arrive, Amber noticed when the girl crossed her legs, that she wasn't wearing any panties either. This amused Amber, because she never wore anything under her short dresses when she called on a client.
"My friend hasn't had much experience with call girls," Bait explained to Amber, "and he might feel uneasy with all of us in the same room."
"Well," the girl asked. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Why don't you wait for him in that bedroom," Bait suggested. "I'll send him in when he gets here."
"Okay," smiled the cute little hooker, walking into the other room and spreading herself out on the bed.
She'd been waiting for about ten minutes when the door opened and Paul Goodman walked in.
"My God!" he gasped in a choked voice. "What are you doing here?"
Too shocked to speak, Amber just stared pale faced at her fiance's father. Quietly closing the door behind him, the trembling man stepped over by the couch, glaring down at the girl.
"I can't believe this," he gasped, his face flushed with anger. "You're nothing but a dirty little whore!"
Still unable to speak, Amber felt tears well up in her eyes. Her whole beautiful world was collapsing all around her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Thank God I found out before you married my son!" he continued, still shaking with rage. "You're nothing but a rotten whore!"
"I'm no more rotten than the pigs who pay to use me!" she shouted back at him, suddenly regaining her voice.
"Is a dirty little whore calling me a pig?" he yelled.
"Why not?" she sneered. "You paid to fuck me, didn't you?"
"I haven't given you a cent!"
"No," she smiled. "But you had your friend pay me the money."
"But I didn't know it was for you!" he shouted back at her.
"Don't be so Goddamned sanctimonious," she hissed. "You've been dying to fuck me ever since that night you watched Randy and me sucking each other on the terrace."
"You saw me?" he gulped.
"Of course I did," she continued in a cold voice. "And I saw the lust on your face as you rubbed the hard lump in the front of your pants."
"I can't believe you," he gulped.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, pulling her short skirt up above her hips, giving him a delicious view of her juicy little red-fringed slit. "Are you mad at your naughty little daughter?"
"Don't call me Daddy!" he snapped. "And you're not going to be my daughter."
"Okay," she giggled, running the tip of her finger along the slippery flesh of her open cuntlips. "But do you like my cute little pussy?"
"You're a tramp!" he gasped.
"Don't be so grumpy," she giggled, seductively teasing hey finger in and out of her slippery young twat. "Why don't you fuck my cute little pussy? It's all paid for."
Standing there, staring down at the girl's open cunt, Paul suddenly wondered: Why not? She was nothing but a little whore, and as she'd said, it was all paid for. He knew he'd never see the little bitch again, and it would be fun to fill her cunt with jizm before he left.
"Well." He leered at her as he began unbuckling his belt. "I just might do that."
Almost numb from what had happened, Amber just quietly lay there, watching him slowly undress. The girl's eyes almost popped out of her head when he dropped his shorts and she caught sight of his thick, blue-veined cock spearing out from his crotch. There was something about the silver-haired man's slightly bulky figure that strangely aroused her. There was a look of power on his naked body that suggested unlimited virility, and his thick and lengthy prick was the biggest fucking tool she'd ever seen.