Then she got nervous. If he asked, how could she explain her being there like that? She had never before simply walked in and sat down in his office, uninvited. And how could she cleverly let him know that she was his for the asking?
Each minute he stayed on the phone she was increasingly torn between leaving and staying in his office.
Then, abruptly, he finished the call. He stood up and circled the end of his desk to stand looking down at her. "Is something wrong, honey?" he said. "Aren't you feeling well?"
She tried to gaze steadily up into his eyes. His
very nearness sent strange quivers through her. All that she wanted to happen suddenly seemed beyond hope.
She was a whore who needed the thrill of an engine's roar to get off. How could this man ever really love her?
"I… I'm all right," she said in a tiny voice.
"You don't sound it." He sat down beside her. "Your face is all flushed. Are you coming down with something? Maybe running a fever?" He pressed the back of his hand against her forehead. "Your forehead's cool enough."
"I'm healthy as a horse, Alice said. "Feel my nose… that's probably cold, too."
He pressed two fingers lightly against her nose. "Yep, healthy as a beagle." Laughing, he started to notice.
She had to say something, or he would be gone. "Do you like beagles? Lady beagles?"
He grinned and kissed her nose. Alice, not born yesterday, knew how to replace her nose with her lips, how to suck a tongue, how to caress the long ridge in his pants as though by mistake.
"I didn't know beagles kissed like that," he murmured.
Alice decided to take the plunge. "Chris, I want you. Don't think I'm just itchy. I really want
you.
"You… Jesus, do you mean that?" he asked, a harsh choke in his voice.
"I mean it," she rasped and, as if to prove it, stood up and unzipped the back of her dress. It slithered to the floor, leaving her voluptuous body clad only in panties and bra.
"Jesus," he groaned, "you're even more beautiful than I imagined!"
"And you're even more handsome."
He crossed to her and their bodies molded in mutual passion. He could feel the hard nipples erect beneath her bra, their pressure almost a pain on his chest. Her arms went around his neck and his hands wound themselves in the silkiness of her hair, pulling her face towards him. Her kiss was like fire, and he returned it with his own, probing and searching her mouth, tasting its desire.
His hands roamed over her body, exploring its softness and firmness. She moved against him, lost in the need of her desire. Her movements became more intense, more demanding. Her hands moved across his shoulders down to the small of his back, kneading the flesh as they explored. She unfastened his belt and zipper so her hand could move unhampered to find his hard cock. When at last she did, it virtually leapt into her caressing
hand, throbbing and pulsating in the heat of his need for her.
"God, you're big. I like big cocks. I want it, Chris."
"You don't exactly beat around the bush, do you?"
"Would you want me to?" "No, I guess not."
"Do you want to fuck me?" "Yeah, I sure do!"
"Then do it!"
Chris quickly kicked his pants from his ankles, took her in his arms, and sat her gently on the sofa. He unhooked her bra. Her breasts were full and warm and lovely, with rose-beige nipples that lifted to the touch of his fingers, swelling, wanting him. And then he slowly completed the unveiling of her lovely body by lifting her thin panties away from her belly and pushing them down her thighs and off her ankles.
He gathered her in his arms and kissed her warmly and deeply, his mouth moving to her neck and the lobe of her ear and then working downward, savoring every bit of her fragrant flesh.
Alice moaned with urgency as he held one of her huge tits between his hands and slowly lowered his mouth to encircle the stiff nipple.
It was good. Alice knew it was good. She wouldn't need the roughness of the old days, nor the roar of an engine to revel in sex any more; not as long as her partner was Chris Farrow.
Her hand trailed down between their bodies and grasped his cock. For just a moment she paused, worried that, if she were too bold, he might realize just how experienced at sex she was.
But the feel of his giant, hard cock, and the desire to satisfy and be satisfied, quickly stilled her fears.
"Mmmmm, good… good, hard cock," she moaned, and twisted around on the sofa until her soft lips brushed the rubbery tip.
"Yes, oh God, yes, Alice, honey. Take it… suck it!"
She sucked half his prick into her throat in one gulp. She could feel the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her tongue, filling the cavern of her mouth with the pungent, salty taste of his semen.
Chris began a slow undulation of his hips, his broad cock slipping in and out of her mouth with a wet, gurgling sound. His hand gripped tightly in her pale hair, guiding her head back and forth. He groaned with lust as he looked down and saw the sight of his heavily swollen prick pistoning into the
lovely blonde's face.
He let his hands drop down to explore the flawless white flesh of her tits, tweaking and twisting the buds of her nipples into hardness. His fingers kneaded her velvety flesh hungrily as he watched his long, thick cock sawing into her mouth. It was an exciting picture, and he lifted his hand again to trap her face between his palms, pressing in with his fingertips to feel his cock moving in and out between her cheeks. He pulled her mouth harder over his thick prick, watching her red, straining lips as she moaned in submission between his legs.
"Suck it, beautiful… suck my cock!" he groaned as he jerked his crotch upward to drive the tip of his huge prick down into her throat, causing her to gag and choke. Alice didn't care. The feel of his cockmeat in her mouth forced everything out of her mind but sex.
"Oh, suck me… suck me!"
She could feel his fingers crawling over her naked body as her head bobbed up and down on the thick, fleshy shaft.
Chris groaned as she began to run her tongue wetly around and around the smooth flesh of the head of his cock. She sucked to please him, swirling around the lust-swollen glands with her
tongue and flicking teasingly at the tiny slitted opening at the end. The sharp pungent taste and odor of his cum seeping out caused her to salivate and her nostrils to flare in arousal.
The handsome man twisted and moaned above her as her blonde head bobbed slavishly over his lust-bloated staff. He watched with erotic delight as her tightly stretched lips strained at his pulsating shaft, sucking wildly, as though she wanted to swallow it whale. She was drawing at his throbbing cock like a wanton whore, and the thick pistoning meat seemed to disappear into her face as he rammed upward with clenching buttocks, driving it deep into her warm mouth, until his pubic hair brushed at the tip of her nose.
"Oh God, honey!" he suddenly cried. "Lie down, quick! I want to fuck you!"
That was exactly what she wanted to hear. She pulled her mouth from his cock and wriggled her body beneath his.
"Oh," she moaned, her hand squeezing his huge cock, its head now purple with lust. She pulled on it, urging it towards her clasping cuntlips. "Oh, Chris, it's so good… it's so big, so big! Give it to me… I want it. I want it now!"
He pulled his head back and studied the perfect roundness of her huge tits. He lowered his head
and brushed his lips over the nipples, exulting in their hardness.
"Chris, Chris!" Alice moaned. She felt the hard muscles of his arms and chest embrace -her like a vise. "Please," she begged until tears of passion streamed down her cheeks. "Please… fuck me!"
Chris reached down and gripped the firm checks of her ass, tugging her towards him. He rubbed himself against her, feeling his hard cock against her soft belly. Then his fingers sank into her damp pussy, working expertly, driving her nearly insane with passion.