Morzhay Cosmetics

Part 2

       Morxay Cosmetics, Part 2

      

       So there I was, sitting naked on my boss' desk at seven o'clock on a
Friday evening in March, having just emptied my balls into the glorious body of
my boss, Lilah Morxay, president and CEO of Morxay Cosmetics (that 'x' is, of
course, pronounced as an "szh"-- but everyone knows that) while her stunning
secretary-slash-lesbian-lover screwed her ass with a strap-on. The same
secretary who now sat not twelve feet away from me, regarding me coldly, naked
except for the tight, black leather boots that clung to her legs and the black
vinyl S&M teddy outfit.

       The vinyl teddy stopped just below Jennifer's magnificent breasts, which
appeared to be supported somewhat by a small, shelf-type built-in bra. Leather
straps from this bra ran around and between her breasts and attached to a black
slave collar that circled her long, model's neck. Her breasts were large and
perfect, erect and proud, showing a shadowy and inviting cleavage between their
swollen fullness. The effect of the teddy was to make it appear as though she
were serving her tits up to me on a platter, the brown nipples begging for my
lips, the ripe and engorged flesh waiting for my fingers.

       Jennifer was a classic statuesque blonde of intimidating beauty, perfect
in every detail, from her magazine-cover face to her long, deliciously curved
legs. Her hands were smooth, aristocratic, her nails just the right length. Even
the beauty mark above her lip was placed perfectly. The only jarring note was
the loud and garish makeup she wore, but the contrast between her perfection and
the exaggerated, silver-blue eye shadow and bright crimson and wet-looking
lipstick was arousing, as it showed how willing she was to betray her own
classic beauty for cheap, whorish sexual pleasure.

       The only bad thing about Jennifer was that, well, she was gay. She was
Lilah Morxay's toy, and as Lilah herself had told me earlier, I was not to so
much as look at Jennifer without Lilah's permission. But Lilah, temporarily
fucked out, had just given me that permission. Had, in fact, ordered Jennifer to
"clean me up", and both Jennifer and I knew that Lilah hadn't meant a sponge
bath..

       Now Lilah was either in the shower next door, or already in bed. And
Jennifer and I were sitting alone in Lilah's office, the remnants of our recent
sex session scattered around us, checking each other out, and not, it was
obvious, with mutual admiration.

       "Well," I said, a bit too brightly, "you heard Lilah's orders." I tried
to make it sound like I wasn't for it either, but that an order was an order, so
what could I do? Acvtually I was dying to feel Jenn's long, lexxy tongue curl
around my rod, still dripping with Lilah's love-juice.

       Jennifer's blue-green eyes were icy. Without answering she bent over and
picked up her trench coat off the floor, where she'd dropped it in the heat of
our sex with Lilah. Reaching into a pocket, she withdrew a package of cigarettes
and a lighter. She took one of these fashionably long and slim smokes from the
pack, placed it between her lips and casually lit it, then exhaled a cloud of
blue-gray smoke right at me.

       I was surprised. She didn't seem like the smoking type. As she took the
cigarette from her lips, I noticed the bright red blot of lipstick on the
filter. It turned me on. I'm weird that way.

       "Is that what she said?" she asked coolly, cocking an eyebrow at me.

       You've got to understand that my relationship with Jennifer was a little
more complicated than my relationship with Lilah. Lilah was my boss, and up till
then had been way up the ladder and remote from me. I knew next to nothing about
her before she'd had climbed on top of me. But Jen I saw most every day. I was
one of a long line of male employees who'd tried to talk her up or get some
response from her; men were always finding an excuse to go over and talk to Jen
and she always shot them down with no more than one of her stony glances or a
frosty silence. But still they came back. She was the kind of woman you just
liked to look at, just wanted to be around, in case some miracle occurred.

       As I say, I'd made my share of clumsy advances towards Jennifer, and had
held my share of one-way conversations, all without making a dent. But all that
had changed now. I'd had my cock up Lilah's pussy while Jennifer was screwing
her ass. We'd all come together. I'd seen Jennifer lose it in orgasmic ecstasy.
That had changed everything. She couldn't hide behind her intimidating beauty
any more. She could sit there in her boots and teddy, tits hanging out, smoking
and looking down her nose at me, but now I knew her as she really was.
Everything had changed.

       "You don't like me much, do you Jennifer?" I asked her.

       She took a drag, exhaled another plume of smoke. "It's nothing personal."
she said. "I just don't care much for men."

       "Well, that puts you in an awkward position, doesn't it. " I said. "I
mean, Lilah told you..."

       "I know what Lilah said." Jennifer looked at me sharply, then she smiled.
"Really, I have nothing against men in general. They can be useful. If they know
their place."

       "And what is their place?" I asked her.

       She didn't answer me immediately. Instead she crossed her legs, placing
knee over knee, and sat up straighter in the chair, regaining her imperious
attitude. Her nipples were pale brown and the size of half-dollars, and I
wondered if they'd ever felt a man's lips on them.

       "Lilah and I are a lot alike." she said. "On the same wavelength. That's
why we work so well together. We have the same attitude towards life, towards
men, towards sex."

       It took me a moment to understand what she meant. When I did, I had to
smile.

       "Even when it comes to whips?" I asked.

       Jennifer took another drag and dropped the cigarette casually into the
drink Lilah had poured me, it seemed like ages ago.

       "It's not about whips, Mr. Narr." she said. Strange. around the office
she called me Rob, like everyone else. Now I was Mr. Narr.

       "It's not the whips. It's the control." she said.

       "I don't get you."

       "The whips, that's just Lilah. She likes that...that symbolism. But me, I
just like the control." She folded her hands in her lap and looked at me from
beneath the fall of golden hair. I recognized the look. It was the one Jen used
when important clients came to visit. Important male clients.

       "I like a man I can control. A man who'll do what I tell him to."

       Before I could reply, Jennifer brushed her hair back and leaned forward.
Her breasts hardly changed shape. She seemed remarkably at ease for a woman
dressed in nothing but boots and a breast-exposing teddy, talking to a man whose
privates she was expected to lick clean.

       "See" she said, "Lilah's right about men. Men don't know how to make
love. They're slobs. They're selfish. All they want is to get their rocks off on
you. They're like those little dogs that grab your leg and start humping you,
ridiculous and disgusting. Apes. They think because they have a pole hanging
between their legs that their God's gift. They don't have a clue!"

       I found myself nodding along to her litany of grievances. I was half
hypnotized by her, and half in sympathy of what she was saying. My dick was
telling me now that he was fully recovered from the previous session and ready
for more, and it was all I could do to try and keep him down as I listened to
Jennifer and thought about what was about to transpire between us. I had no
doubt that I was about to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass, was going to have the
privilege of being the first man to touch her in what I guessed was a long, long
time.

       But I had to be careful, had to be patient. For some reason, this
woman-loving woman was giving me a chance with her, a chance to give her
pleasure. Maybe it was Lilah's orders, maybe Jen just wanted to boss someone
around for a change and didn't care if it was a man or a woman. I had no qualms
about letting her do that. I knew now that by just giving a lady what she
wanted, you'd get paid back ten times over. And if that was the price for seeing
Jennifer come with my dick crammed up between those gorgeous legs, I was
perfectly willing to pay it.

       My pride? Hey, forget it. I had more important things in mind.

       But I wasn't about to let Jennifer treat me as Lilah had done. I mean,
it's one thing if your boss ties you up and whips your ass for her amusement. I
mean, she's your boss. But I'd be damned if I was going to let my boss'
secretary treat me that way. It was a status thing. I outranked Jennifer. If
anything, I should tie her ass up and pay her back for what Lilah'd done to me.

       Still, I didn't want to lose this fuck. I was aware that Jennifer hadn't
experienced the same mind-melting release that Lilah and I had. Her orgasm had
been kind of second-hand, so I figured that she was still horny and hot for
relief. And the way she looked, and looked at me, told me that the flames were
still eating at her. My problem was how to give her what she wanted (control)
while getting what I wanted (a good dickful of Jennifer) and at the same time
not coming off looking like her puppy.

       "Okay, Jennifer." I said. "So you want control. Nice. I appreciate that.
But I'm not going to let you make a toy out of me. You're not Lilah. You're
Lilah's secretary."

       A look of disgust crossed her face, and I could see the fury building in
her eyes.

       "But I can see where you're coming from." I added hastily. "And I think
we can work this out."

       She sneered. "Is that right?" she asked. "How?"

       "You can be the boss." I said. "I'll let you tell me what to do, you call
all the shots. All you have to do is wear the cuffs."

       I expected her to protest, or sneer again, but instead she looked at me.
Her leg, encased in the tight leather boot, began to swing slightly as she
thought this over, the slightest smile on her full lips.

       "The cuffs?" she sniffed. "I don't think so. How do I know you'd keep
your word?"

       "Are you afraid of the cuffs?" I asked her.

       "Don't be silly." she huffed. "With Lilah, I live in them. I just don't
know if I can trust you is all."

       I scootched down the desk until I could get my feet on the floor and
stand up. I kept the desk between myself and Jennifer so she wouldn't see how
hard I was.

       "Look, Jennifer," I said, "I'm going to be working with you and Lilah for
a long time. At least I hope so. I want us all to get along. I want to get along
with you. I want to give you what you want. What Lilah said, about your cleaning
me off, hell, forget it. But if I'm any judge I'd say you're still dying to get
off, and I am too. So why don't we just cut the crap and give each other what we
want? There's no reason we can't both get off. And isn't that what matters?"

       "I don't know." she said. "Is it?" She thought about this. I was getting
impatient. Those big jugs were staring at me like two eyes as she thought.

	"Okay." I said. "Tell me what you want to do."

	"What?"

       "Just tell me what you want me to do." I said. "I'll give you a
demonstration in good faith. What do you want me to do? Kiss you? Eat you out?
Lick your ass? Just tell me. Try me out."

       For the first time Jennifer smiled, an amused and slightly embarrassed
smile. "No." she said.

       "Come on. Control me, tell me what to do. Your wish is my fucking
command. Just say what you want. I'm your dog." I asked. "Should I crawl over
there and lick your boots?"

       "Don't be sick." she said.

       "Then what? What? Just tell me."

       She looked at me to see if I was serious. Then she said with only the
slightest sneer, "Okay. Yeah. Crawl over here and lick my boots. Let me see you
lick my boots. On your knees."

       Without hesitating I got down on the carpet on my hands and knees and
crawled over to Jennifer like a dog. She giggled self-consciously as I did, but
she stopped when I actually began to lick the toe of her shiny black leather
boot, running my tongue from the toe up over her instep to her ankle.

       She got very quiet as I continued to kiss and lick the black leather
boot, and on the occasions I flicked my eyes up to see how she was talking it I
saw her staring at me intently with more than curiosity in her blue-gray eyes.

       I licked my way up to the top of the boot, just below her knee, then back
down. I crawled around so I could get to the back of her leg, and felt her jump
as I softly bit at her calf. She sucked her breath in with a sharp hiss.
Something was getting to her.

       The boot tasted like leather and polish; it was very clean. I'm sure
Jennifer wore them only for sex. They were too tight and the heels were too high
for them to be worn on the street. They weren't patent leather, but they were
highly polished, and the one boot was soon gleaming with the trail of my saliva.
Knowing that Jennifer's sensitive flesh was a fraction on an inch from my tongue
kept me going, and the little twitches I felt when I bit at her in a sensitive
spot were getting me very hard.

       After awhile I stopped, but remained on my hands and knees. I looked up
at her face and was happy with what I saw. Her eyes were half closed, nostrils
flared somewhat. Without a word she uncrossed her legs and presented me with the
other boot.

       "Now this one." she whispered.

       I sat back on my heels. "Wait a minute." I said. "That was a free sample.
A try out. You know what I said."

       She sighed impatiently, reluctant to break the sensual spell. "Do you
really have to?"

       "That was the deal, Jennifer."

       She didn't say anything.

       I got up and got the cuffs off the floor, where Jen had dropped them
after taking them off me earlier. The key was still in them.

       It was impossible to hide my stiff cock, so I didn't try. I liked the
look on her face when she stared at it. Women always take a certain pride in the
size of the erection they cause, and Jen was looking proud.

       I walked over to her and she offered her hands to me, wrists together.

       "Un-unh." I said. "Behind the back."

       She looked like she was going to protest, and her eyes searched mine in a
sudden seizure of doubt. But then she slid forward in the chair and
half-turning, put her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. I saw by the
way she presented her hands that she was familiar with the routine. No doubt
Lilah had used them on her many times before.

       I slid the cuffs around her wrists and locked them in place.

       "So help me God, if you fuck around with me..."

       I smiled. Having locked her wrists behind her back, I immediately got
down on all fours again, lay my face against the carpet and began licking at her
other boot, kissing it, sweeping it with broad licks of my tongue, showing her
she had nothing to fear.

       Jennifer slumped back in the chair, her imprisoned wrists forcing her
tits out invitingly. She slid down until her ass was at the very edge of the
chair. She lifted her boot higher, holding it straight out in front of her,
offering it to me.

       I held her boot in front of my face as if it were a rare and delicate
piece of art, I licked along the length, tasting it, kissing it, dragging my
lips along it, doing the best I could to be her obedient puppy, giving her what
she wanted.

       I suppose there might be a some thrill to seeing someone lick your boot,
but I'll be the first to admit I don't quite get it. I mean, I don't think I'd
be so aroused if the boot were on the other foot, so to speak, and if it was
Jennifer kneeling at my feet and licking my footwear. I could think of a lot
better things she could do with her tongue than give me a spit shine. But it was
having some effect on her. She was just hypnotized watching me, eyes half
closed, lips slack, her breath coming hot and deepand making her heavy tits rise
and fall faster and faster.

       "Do the heel" she said. Her voice was low and thick.

       I was playing my part by instinct, groveling at Jennifer's feet, licking
her boots, but all the time I was dying to get my mouth on her honey pot and
drive my tongue into her where she'd feel it most. I wanted to hear her moan as
her sweet love juice ran over my cheeks and down my throat. I wanted her to beg
when I fucked my tongue up into her and softly sucked that slick clit between my
hungry lips. I wanted to hear her gasp as I held those trembling ass cheeks
apart with my hands while I wormed my honey dipper up into her butt hole as far
as I could, I wanted to eat her up and swallow her down, pure peaches and cream,
butter and honey.

       She especially seemed to like it when I had to contort my body to reach
the back of her boots, or bridge under her legs to reach the inside, where the
black zipper was. As I lifted her boot to my mouth, I slid my fingers up her leg
till I touched the bare flesh behind her knee. Involved as she was in watching
me, she didn't seem to notice. She ceded control of her legs to me, allowing me
to push and pull them this way and that as I tongue-washed her boots, until,
under the pretext of trying to reach the sole of her boot, I pushed her knee
back against her chest. Looking down I could see the trimmed shock of blonde
pubic hair, the puffy lips of her labia, the dark, blood-engorged and gleaming
lips of her sex just visible between them. I was aware of the hot smell wafting
off her aroused pussy, at the same time fresh and funky, her secret, hungry
smell.

       I'd had about enough of this game. I was hard as a rock now and ready to
feel something soft and tight around my dick, and Jennifer looked like she was
ready too. She wasn't watching me anymore. She'd slid all the way down in the
chair so that her hips were suspended over the edge, and they were humping
instinctively in the air, looking for a cock that wasn't there. Her eyes were
closed, her lips apart, and her chin was tucked into her shoulder which rolled
as she worked her hands behind her, trying unconsciously to free herself from
the cuffs. If I hadn't cuffed her hands behind her, she might now be fingering
herself right in front of me, she was that hot. I would have loved to see those
long fingers and elegantly manicured nails dipping into her snatch, emerging
trailing strings of her lubricious oils, but I wasn't going to unlock her now.

       "That's enough!" she breathed suddenly. "That's enough! Stop!"

       I looked up to see her eyes gazing hotly at me. They had lost their
grayness, and were an intense blue

       With the slightest sneer she said. "Kiss my tits now. Come up here and
kiss my tits. Suck my nipples. Not hard. But suck them! Suck them! Now!"

       I suppressed a grin. She was in no shape to be calling the shots now, not
with her hands cuffed behind her back. I could grab those legs and spread them
and be inside her before she even knew what was happening, and there's not a
thing she could do about it. But that's not what I wanted to do. Not yet.

       I was already on my knees between her legs. It was natural to just lean
over to take her tits into my mouth. She must have known this,. She spread her
legs to give me access.

       Taking care not to so much as touch her with my cock, I leaned over her
body. I gathered up the two hot and heavy globes of meat and filled my hands
with them, so soft and turgid, almost swollen. I often think that hands were
made especially for appreciating a woman's tits, their heft, their warmth, their
heavy resilience. It just drives me fucking wild.

       I closed my hands on her flesh, squeezed tenderly, rubbed my thumbs over
the sensitive aureoles, making her gasp, then held her jugs together and lowered
my head to them, licking gentle circles around the nipples as my thumbs
continued to rub over the margins of the sensitive brown circles.

       She groaned raggedly and her face reddened. She bit her lip to keep from
crying out.

       Not to brag, but I pride myself on my titwork, knowing just when to
attack, just when to back off, taking my cues from a woman's face and her body
language. Some women are very sensitive, some ticklish, some need strong
stimulation, even to the point of pain. You pay attention, and she'll let you
know where and how hard to kiss, suck, when to drag a rough tongue across an
aroused and turgid nipple, when to pinch, even when to bite.

       I could tell right away that Jennifer liked it rough. Not surprising
considering she was Lilah's preferred playmate. I squeezed her big jugs, and
that only made her make a little moue with her lips, as if blowing a kiss to the
air. I pressed my thumbs into her soft nipples, and felt those sensitive buds
harden like little dicks. Finally I sucked one into my mouth, flailing at it
with my tongue, and her body began to hum. I bit gently on the stiffening little
peak and that forced a hot groan from her throat and set her to vibrating like a
plucked fiddle string.

        Soon Jennifer was moaning desperately and making lewd, lunging motions
with her hips. She knew my cock was down there somewhere, and she was trying her
damndest to find it. She was beside herself with need.

       "Rub it against me!" she hissed. "I want to feel it! Touch me!"

       She was still nominally in control, as per our agreement, but with her
hands cuffed together and clawing at the cushion of the chair in frustration,
there was not much she could do to relieve the terrible itch she was now
feeling. I kept my drooling cock away from her pussy, even though I could feel
actual heat from her vagina radiating on my lower belly.

       "Come on!" she insisted, her eyes flashing at me. "Do it! Do it!"

       "I don't know, Jennifer." I said. "I don't know if you're ready."

       "You cheap lying motherfucker!" she spat. She knew what the deal was now,
but she was too far gone to do anything about it. She was hot for dick, and I
had this beautiful, haughty cunt right where I wanted her.

       "Beg for it." I told her, pressing her big tits together and squeezing
her hardened nipples. "Beg me for my cock."

       She twisted and writhed on the chair. Without the use of her arms there
was nothing she could do but twist and kick feebly, and since I was kneeling
between her thighs, her kicks were futile. I held her pinned to the chair by
digging my fingers into her meaty jugs.

       "Come on, Jen." I hissed at her, "Tell me what you want! Tell me!"

       Despite her need, she was still too proud to beg, so I inched forward and
just brushed her pussy with the tip of my cock. She jumped like I'd put a cattle
prod to her, her hips lurching hungrily in reflex action to my touch. She was
soft and spread and incredibly wet; I could feel her juice as it cooled on the
head of my dick. I wanted so much to plunge into her right then, it was all I
could do to resist.

       A strangled growl of anger and frustration ripped from her throat.
"Cocksucker!" she hissed through those beautiful lips. "I won't beg you for
shit!"

       I could feel her fingers trying to reach up to the burning ache between
her legs, Her arms squeaked against the soft leather of the chair as she writhed
and twisted, trying to escape or trying to get her hands on me, I didn't know
which.

       I loved watching her face as she tried to maintain composure, tried not
to show the raging lust that coursed through her body. Her face was red and
flushed, beads of perspiration visible at her hairline, and the sinews stood out
in her neck as she turned her face from me, burying her chin in her shoulder. I
removed my hands from her tits and dug them into the sweet, tight cheeks of her
ass, hard, and felt her muscles tighten in response. I pulled at her, trying to
pull those globes apart to spread her wider. Her entire crack was soaked with
her overflow, the juicy bitch! In response her thighs flopped open, then closed
on me. She might be fighting me, but her body had a mind of its own, and from
the waist down she'd already surrendered.

       "When's the last time you had a man inside you, huh?" I asked her, inches
from her face. "When's the last time you had some real, hot, cock between your
legs, huh, Jennifer? Is that all you do is women now? Or have you always been a
lezzy?"

       Her face reddened even farther. "Fuck you, bastard!" she hissed through
clenched teeth.

       I leaned my head down and captured a nipple between my teeth, biting down
just hard enough. She screamed. A real scream of pain and surprise and
frustration, loud enough for Lilah to hear.

       This caught me off guard for a moment, just long enough for her to raise
her knees in front of her and push them against my chest, trying to shove me
off. But she wasn't strong enough, and I pushed her knees away to either side of
me, shoved her legs apart, and with one hard thrust I slid into that hot and
juicing pussy, skewering her to the root.

       "Aaaagghhhh! Bastard! Son of a fucking bitch! Aggghhh!"" she let out a
keening wail as my cock sank into that sweet cunt, hot and tight. Her head
flailed from side to side in denial and she tried again to raise her knees to
protect herself. This time I just grabbed her ankles, though, and pushed them
back over her head, exposing her pussy even further to my hungry cock.

       I could look down and see where we were joined, see the juice leaking
from her swollen lips and wetting my intruding shaft. With her ankles held
together over her face, her twat was incredibly tight, grabbing me like a silken
fist, and her puffy vulva pooched out in two creamy rolls of hot female flesh
that trapped my prick between them, while I felt quaky spasms deep in her womb
fluttering on the head of my piece.

       "Eeeeeehh! No! Motherfucker! Stop! Stop! You're killing me!" she howled.

       I did as she said and held still, my lust-driven pulse pounding in my
ears. After all, I didn't want to hurt the lady. I wanted her to enjoy it. I
wanted her to need me. I wanted to make her come so I could feel her orgasmic
spasms milk the cream from my dick as I poured my molten seed into her.

       She bit her lower lip as she tried to accommodate me. Obviously she had
been dildo-fucked by a unit smaller than mine, if indeed she'd been fucked at
all since she'd been Lilah's toy. I was touching places in her that hadn't been
touched for a long, long time, and I could watch the emotions sweep across her
face as she explored the feeling of having a real man's dick inside her. This
was no piece of plastic, but a hot, hard, twitching piece of meat, loaded with
come and as real as it gets.

       "I...I can't breath." she finally gasped out.

       I realized I was pushing too hard on her legs, doubling her up. Knowing
now that my dick was deeply ensconced within her, and that she couldn't easily
wiggle away, I released her ankles, and her boot-encased legs opened generously
to me.

       The struggle was over. King Cock had won.

       I again filled my hands with the delicious meat of her ass, pressing one
little finger up to feel the juncture where my cock entered her stretched pussy
lips, exploring the ridge of her distended flesh. She groaned, opening her legs
wider. She was one of those women who lubricate like crazy, and her ass was wet
from the flood of discharge that had run shamelessly down her crack.

       Now that she had grown accustomed to my cock, her hips had begun a slow
revolving as she stirred me around like a spoon in her honey pot, forcing me
against all her most sensitive and receptive spots. Here mouth was open, her
tongue lolling behind her white teeth, her brows furrowed in rapt concentration.
Her meaty tits wobbled slightly on her chest as her hips fucked me with a mind
and will of their own. It was something to see. From the waist up she was still
a lady, bare-chested, but still demure, while from her waist down she was all
whore, fucking herself on my cock like some come-hungry slut who didn't give a
damn.

       I just hovered over her with my cock in her socket, enjoying the creamy
clench of her hot, buttery twat, basking in the little sighs and gasps that
bubbled from her slack lips. There's nothing like satisfying a haughty piece of
ass like Jennifer with a stiff joint shoved up her quim, watching her work
herself off against you.

       "Ohhh! Aahhh! Yes! That's good, That's good!" she breathed, almost to
herself. There was no need to make her beg now; she was a believer, and so was
I.

       I pulled out of her slick grip slightly and shoved back in, bottoming out
against her puffy labia, mashing them flat as a gush of her juice squeezed out
around my cock and ran down her ass, over my fingers.

       "Uuuugh!" she groaned. She looked at me, unsure of how she felt about my
taking some initiative, and, as I pulled out again and gave her another stroke,
our eyes met. What I saw there made a sudden thrill grip my balls, and I thought
I'd lose it then and there.

       Jennifer's eyes were glazed with lust, but beneath that film of hunger
she was looking at me with a kind of curious wonder, as if reappraising me, or
seeing me for the first time. Before when she looked at me, she'd seen only a
male, an enemy, or, at best, a nuisance, perhaps a rival for Lilah's attention.
But now, as she took her pleasure of my tool, she was looking at me with
something else in her eye, It wasn't the way a woman looks at a lover, but it
was with a certain admiration and gratitude and wonder for what I was giving
her. She looked at me like I was a human being. A human being who happened to
have his cock stuffed to the root in her body, and whose hot meat was giving her
thrills and pleasure that none of her dildos or artificial cocks could touch.

       For a while we fucked like that, staring intently into one another's eyes
as my dick slid in and out of her hot hole. I felt her long fingers straining to
reach up from her cuffed hands and make contact with my scrotum. For a second I
panicked, knowing that she could easily grab me and give me a squeeze that would
end my lovemaking right then and there. But to my relief she seemed only to want
to explore me with her fingers, and I felt her long, manicured nails tenderly
scratching at my balls, and exploring the juncture where my thick meat plugged
into the tight ring of her pussy, adding another source of delicious friction to
my unit as it pistoned in and out of her.

       That must have set her off, for I suddenly felt the last shreds of
resistance drain from her body. Her legs feel entirely open, presenting her
pussy to me, offering it to me to plunder and abuse as I wished. Her head fell
back helplessly against the chair, eyes closed, as she gave herself up to the
hot fuck lust I was inciting in her body.

       "Ugh! Oh! Ungh! Ahh! Yes!" she grunted as I pummeled into her limp and
accepting body. Her big, over-ripe jugs shook and quaked each time I banged into
her, so tight it was if she had another hand down there which gripped me
fiercely, skinning my dick up and back as I fucked her.

        I tore into her now, crazy to come myself. Her legs closed feebly around
me, the spike heels of her boots digging painfully into my working ass as I fed
the meat to her, again and again. Her crack was bathed in her juice; it matted
our pubic hair and dripped from my cock. Each outstroke of my cock caused
another gob of her love cream to sluice out of her stuffed cunt, wetting her
crack and the chair beneath her flexing ass.

       She was frantic now, and mindless sounds poured from her lips as she rode
my dick to come-town, climbing higher and higher to that hot and slippery peak
of pleasure. She grabbed at the chair with her fingers, trying to gain some
leverage to fuck me back, as my thrusts drove her backwards in the chair,
forcing her head to twist to the side. My balls were wedged deep in her soaking
wet ass crack and nestled tight against her exposed asshole as I thrust so hard
and brutally that her enflamed clit was exposed every time I smashed into her,
and my pubes tickled that sensitive organ, making her scream with excitement.

       "I'm close!" She screamed, "I'm close...close! Fuck me! Oh my God, Fuck
me!"

       And that was it for me. Hearing her scream out those obscenities opened
the floodgates of my balls. I shoved into her to the very root, and held there
quivering as I felt the lava boil up from my prostate, burn into my cock, and
burst streaming from the tip, plastering the inside of her cunt with my essence.

       "Yeah! Bitch! Whore! Fuck! Take it! Take it all! Hunh Hunh! Unghhhh!" I
grunted like an animal as my balls unloaded into her. All the hot erotic tension
shot from my cock in mind-shattering bursts of ecstasy. I grabbed her ass cheeks
and pulled her up tight against my shooting dick, pouring the gism into her
defenseless and spasming pussy.

       At the first feel of my come splashing into her, she lost it. A wild,
feral snarl ripped from her throat, the sound of a she-bitch being impregnated
by a wild jungle dog, a sound so primal and filled with sex that it raised the
hairs on my scalp even as I was pouring the fruit of my balls into her. Her hips
jerked against me with a furious savagery and strength I would not have thought
her capable of as her body arched in a rictus of orgasm, lifting me up on top of
her with only her feet and head supporting me. I felt the rich, hungry spasms of
her convulsing vagina squeezing my dick in delicious peristaltic waves,
squeezing the come out of me like toothpaste from a tube, and I dug my fingers
harder into her ass to hold her close while I finished dumping my fuck sauce
deep into her womb.

       Her legs quivered against me, her ass clenched mindlessly, her eyes
rolled up into her head in a way that made my blood run cold. I looked at her
face and felt like I was fucking a corpse. Every muscle in her body went rigid,
quivering with tension as orgasm burned through every nerve. A thin, quavering
wail came from her mouth as she rode her orgasm to the limits of consciousness,
saliva dripping from the corner of her red lips, her hips hunching out of
control against my loins as she poured her come out around my joint, quivering,
suspended in a flood of pleasure.

       Then she jerked sharply, as if she'd been punched in the stomach. She
jerked again, and I knew her senses had overloaded, it was all too much. She was
about to pass out. She jerked again, and a fourth time, then just collapsed,
every muscle going slack. She collapsed back into the chair.

       I lay on top of her flaccid body like a sack of mud, utterly spent, the
last dregs of semen sputtering into her from the very bottom of my balls as I
gave her every last drop I had in me.

       Something happened then that I'd heard about but never experienced, never
even thought was real. Her pussy had clamped down on my deflating member and
refused to let it go. I felt her shake and tremble with the aftershocks of her
come, but the tight ring of muscle in her vagina had closed like a sphincter on
my dick, and pulling back only made me wince as my hyper-sensitive cock remained
stuck in the tight clench of her come-soaked pussy.

       "Relax." I said to her. "Relax. I can't get it out."

       She tried to focus her eyes on me, but they were still glazed. Her breath
came hot through her lips, lips swollen from where she had bitten them when she
came. "I...I...can't! I..." she stammered

       I took hold on her knees, forced them up against her tits, and slid my
hips down. My cock stretched briefly, then snapped out of her with an audible
'pop'.

       Immediately a thick stream of come oozed from her pussy and dripped down
between her ass cheeks.

       "Oh, Godddd." she sighed, and turned her head to the side in shame and
embarrassment.

       I watched in amazement. I couldn't believe I had given her that much, but
gob after come slid out of her pussy and rolled down the cheeks of her ass.

       She let her legs flop helplessly down to her sides, she had no control
over her muscles, and I watched as her vagina spasmed once again, sending
another pearly white gob of my come rolling down her ass. It looked like a baby
spitting up its formula. It was a fascinating sight.

       "My arms." she said. "Please!"

       I had forgotten she was still handcuffed.

       "Oh, sure." I said. I hunted around on the floor for the keys, found
them, and knee-walked over to her.

       "Can you roll over?" I asked.

       "I...I... My god! I can't move!" she said. "I'm just like jelly!"

       That was music to my ears. I rolled her trembling body to one side and
unlocked the cuffs, took them off.

       She rolled back and shot a glance at me. The first time she'd looked me
in the eye since we'd come. I waited for her to say something. She seemed to be
searching for words.

       "You two could wake the fucking dead!" someone said from behind me.

       I turned, and saw Lilah standing there in a black terry robe. Her hair
was still wet from her shower, and she had a bath towel draped over her neck.
She cat-walked over and sat casually on the arm of Jennifer's chair and
inspected her protege with approval.

       "Well, how was it?" Lilah asked Jennifer.

       Jennifer, still panting, trying to regain her composure, didn't answer.
Lilah casually leaned over, reached down, and scooped up a gob of my come from
Jennifer's crack on one manicured nail. She held it before Jennifer's lips.

       Jennifer closed her eye, reached her face forward and opened her mouth as
Lilah fed the cum to her, running her finger around Jen's mouth to get it all
off. Without a word Jennifer closed her mouth and swallowed.

       "He's good, isn't he, baby?" Lilah asked her.

       Jen nodded weakly.

       Lilah fixed her eyes on me, and I recognized that look in her eye. Oh no,
I thought. No more. Not now. There's no way!

       Reading my thoughts, Lilah suddenly laughed. "Don't worry, Rob" she said.
"Twice in one night is all we expect. For now. So why don't we call it a night?"

       With that she got up and slowly walked back to the door to her bedroom.
She stopped and looked back at me.

       "I will expect to see you here on Sunday." she said. "There's some things
we have to go over. I like working Sundays. Because I know I won't be disturbed.
Do you understand?"

       I nodded my head.

       "Good" she said, "Then I'll see you on Sunday."

       And she left the room.