Then Phil shoved forward quickly, thrusting his cockshaft halfway up her tight ass tunnel.
"Unnnng!" Denise whimpered. "No…"
She whined and protested feebly, but, she was spent-lifeless – and couldn't struggle against him.
He thrust again and gasped with pleasure. His prick was pushed to the hilt up her tight, tight ass. He swallowed and froze for a moment, not wanting to shoot his load so soon.
"Oooooh – you've got a tight ass. A fucking great ass!" he rasped.
Then he slowly started withdrawing his prick. Denise jerked forward, trying to free her sore ass from his cock.
Phil frowned and slapped her hard across her ass cheeks.
"Uugggh!" she grunted, squeezing a few tears from her eyes.
She began to sob quietly, and Phil looked down at her with contempt.
He fucked into her ass again, sighing with pleasure. Then he began a rhythmic pistoning motion.
"Fuck your ass, cunt. Fuck your shithole!" Denise just kept crying. Her shoulders shook with her wracking sobs. Phil paid no attention to her. He kept fucking into her succulent ass as his balls tightened against the base of his prick. He had a heavy load of jizz to shoot into her hot, tempting shitter.
"Gonna ream out your ass – ugggh!" As he pounded into her ass, he felt her hump up back at him.
A tight, surly smirk curved his lips. "Like my cock up your fuckin' ass?"
Denise was too caught up in her own sensual delirium to answer him. His ass fucking had begun to stimulate her obscenely, yet she kept sobbing and begging him to stop.
She ground her hips up, impaling her plump ass on his swollen prick, twisting her spasming ass tunnel, scraping every inch of it around his cruel prick.
"Ugh! Gonna make me come, bastard! Ugghh! It hurts so goooooood!"
Phil plugged her shitter with short rapid fuck-strokes, quickly approaching the orgasm that had been building since he had watched Denise and Paul fucking.
"Gonna shoot my wad! Take it – ugh! Up your fuckin' ass. Fuuuuuuuck!" He lunged forward, shooting a hot wad of jism up Denise's asshole.
His thick, oily fuck-cream triggered Denise's ass-wrenching climax. The hot flood of cum massaged her raw ass chute and stimulated sensitive nerves there, sending her shrieking into an abyss of pleasure.
"Aaaaaaaaaah! Comiiing! Shiiiiit!" she screamed.
Her ass twitched, and her thighs quivered uncontrollably. She mashed her hard nipples against the floor and scraped her fingers along the hard wood, breaking several nails.
"Uggghh, shit. You're killing me!" she wailed. "Killing me so good!"
CHAPTER SIX
Denise checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, straightening her jacket.
"Professional-looking but sexy," she said and winked at the gorgeous image of herself.
She was going to meet Phil for lunch at Genji's, the best Japanese restaurant in town. He had some papers he wanted her to sign that would permit Nights of Greece perfume to use her picture in the ads and set up her payment schedule. And he had hinted that he had a special surprise for her.
Maybe another young guy to fuck, she thought with a naughty glint in her eye.
When she arrived at Genji's and gave the hostess Phil's name, she was ushered into a private room with sliding bamboo doors.
Denise removed her shoes and stepped inside. Phil was sitting on a pillow at a large table decorated with flowers and fruit.
"Denise, darling. You look lovely as usual," he said with a smile as he surveyed her elegant figure. "Come on and sit down." He patted a pillow next to him, and she eased down, sliding her legs under the table.
"You're a big hit with the Nights of Greece perfume people. You're gonna make both of us a pile of money." He reached over and poured Denise a glass of sake. "I've already ordered for us, O.K.?"
"Sure, Phil. Why don't we get the paper signing thing over with now so we can really relax and enjoy our lunch." She winked lewdly at him.
"Good idea, beautiful."
Phil reached over for his brief case and took out some contracts. He explained them briefly to Denise, and just as she eagerly signed the last one, the waitress came in with some soup and more wine.
Phil hesitated for a few moments after she left and then turned to Denise. "I have another matter I'd like to discuss with you. Might as well do it now – and, as you said, relax and enjoy the afternoon."
Denise looked up at him expectantly.
He removed a large manila folder from his opened briefcase and handed it to her. "Take a look."
Denise took another sip of sake and opened the folder.
"Aaaaaagh!" She choked on her wine and looked up at Phil in alarm.
The first photograph, neatly focused and enlarged, showed her naked, hungrily sucking on Paul's cock while he lewdly fondled her tit.
Phil nodded and smiled at her. She turned the picture over, and underneath it, the next photo showed Paul licking her cunt. Her head was tossed back, her eyes slits of lust.
Denise had never seen anything so fucking obscene. She frantically tossed the picture aside, scrabbling onto the next and the next. They were all filthy and obscene and they were all of her!
"My God!" she gasped. She looked up at Phil.
Then she jutted out her chin and gabbed the pictures, tearing them up wildly, strewing them around the table and floor.
Phil just sat there and chuckled. "I have the negatives," he said calmly.
She froze, letting the remnants of the last pictures drop from her hands. "Why?" she whimpered.
"What do you think I was doing while you were fucking that good-looking kid? Snapping pictures – that's what!"
"But – but…"
"I'm going to send another set of copies to Dan."
"No!"
"Unless you do me a little favor! Something I think, you'll enjoy so much, it's hardly a favor."
"That's blackmail!"
"Just good business, darling. Now calm down. It's really very simple. I just want you to help me – uhm – entertain at a party I'm giving for some very special clients. Some of the loveliest ladies in town will be there, but you would be a magnificent addition – so young, fresh. You're a talented cunt, you know that?"
"You – you mean you want me to – to – fuck total strangers for you?"
"Come on, now. Don't be so dramatic. These are some of the richest, most influential advertisers in the business."
"You sonuvabitch!" Denise picked up her wine glass and poured the liquid down his shirt front.
Phil flinched, but retained an outward calm. "Listen, bitch! You WILL do this for me or I WILL send your old man those pictures! Think about it. You know how to reach me. I have to know in the morning."
Denise got up and stalked across the room, opening the sliding bamboo door and retrieving her shoes without once looking back at Phil.
Once outside Genji's, she hailed a cab, and as soon as she got in, began to sob uncontrollably.
"Where to, lady?" the cabdriver barked at her.
"God! I don't care! Oh-shit! Fifth and Michigan, I guess!" For some crazy reason, she had given the cabbie the address of her health club.
Maybe I can relax, take a sauna and try to collect myself, think this thing through, she thought. Yes – I've got to outsmart that bastard, and crying like a baby won't help one little bit.
By the time the cabbie dropped her at Gloria Simpson's Health Spa, Denise had wiped her eyes and applied same fresh makeup. She checked in at the desk and then headed for the locker room. It was almost deserted at this time of day.
"Gotta just get naked and relax. Gotta figure out how to keep those pictures from Dan," Denise whispered to herself as she carefully peeled out of her clothes.
But as soon as she said her husband's name, she began crying again, shaking with wrenching, convulsive sobs.