Reluctantly, Vern complied. He scooted down a bit, took her left breast in his hand and began sucking on the nipple while he fingered her cunt top. Her nipples were very large, and the nipples were fully erect. It was all he could do to keep from uttering Maria Reese's name. He nursed steadily, massaging the expanded clit and listened to the voice he kept telling himself was that of Maria.
After perhaps five minutes of this, again Ellen made him stop and rest. Usually at this point, Ellen liked to munch on his tool before letting him once again resume his stimulation of her, but tonight Vern told her he wanted her "to go off."
"No, you go ahead, darling," he gasped, wincing as he forced her hand from his raw pecker. "I want you to come first, darling. Come now, won't you?"
"But don't I get to suck my sugar's nice, big prick? Oh, Vern! Don't deny me that! Please."
With all the self-hypnosis he could muster, Vern lay back and let Ellen suck his prick briefly. "Easy, honey," he kept saying. "I-I must have some kind of rash or something. I-I'm a little sore down there." He imagined very hard again that Ellen was Maria.
Finally, he persuaded Ellen to let him resume the sucking of her huge extended nipples while he fingered her cunt. "Better come this way tonight, honey," he said. He knew that fucking was totally out of the question. His prick was like raw hamburger. "Yes, go ahead. I insist you come! Now!"
At last, Ellen took him at his word. "All right, darling," she panted. "If-if you insist."
And then she was thrusting her hips upward in a frenzy to meet his middle finger that worked horizontally-back and forth, back and forth-as his mouth moved back and forth from her left nipple to her right nipple. "Come, baby, come," Vern pleaded softly.
Ellen's head tossed wildly as she raised her buttocks up high from the mattress. She squealed, she ranted, she muttered four-letter words and commanded him to press harder or lighter, depending upon the needs of her dripping wet snatch. "Finger-fuck me!"
She was near her climax now. Her breath-whines became breath-bursts that sounded like muffled, staccato shots from an automatic weapon. "It's coming," she said through clenched teeth. "Gonna come…don't stop…just that way…don't stop…it's gonna come…coming now…oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…coming…coming…nowwwwwwww! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
Suddenly, as always, she collapsed then, her chest heaving as her orgasm struck. She began sobbing, then reached down and pulled his hand from her pussy. Immediately, she buried her face between his neck and shoulder and lay gasping out the aftermath of her intense climax while he rubbed her back to ease her return to this earth.
He was amazed that he had been able to imagine-most of the time-that Ellen was Maria. But there was no need for the masquerade any longer. Now he let himself know-realize-that it was Ellen he'd brought to a climax. He was exhausted and, yes, disappointed. Thank God she had come, he thought, for he knew he could not have continued her clit massage much longer. His right arm ached from the steady, rhythmic up and downstrokes that had brought Ellen to the heights. Now he only wanted to sleep…blessed, blessed sleep. Maria had totally drained him earlier and now he only wanted to sleep. He thought of Maria now as drowsiness overwhelmed him.
His eyelids closed and he felt himself drifting off to beautiful sleep with his head on Ellen's shoulder. Unfortunately, Ellen had other plans. Devoted mistress that she was, she could not conceive of letting her man go to sleep without being fulfilled sexually. Her insistent kisses-showering his eyelids-and her massaging of his raw cock jarred him back to consciousness.
"No!" Vern said sharply. "I've got to get some sleep! No! Leave me alone, Ellen! Let me sleep, goddamit!"
Even the sharp tone of his voice could not dissuade her. "But I have to make my man tingle all over," she cooed. "I have to make my big and wonderful man 'go off' so he can have a truly relaxing night's sleep. You don't know it, honey, but if you go to sleep without your orgasm, your subconscious won't let you sleep deeply. Your rest will be troubled and you'll feel deprived in the morning," she insisted.
"Bullshit!" Vern shrieked. "Leave me alone, you bitch! You got your jollies, didn't you? Now let me sleep!"
Ellen had gone absolutely out of her head, it seemed. Even though she had reached her orgasm and should be drifting off to blissful sleep, she was insisting on touching Vern's very raw shaft. Her head was under the covers now, diving for his organ, hell-bent on sucking his flaccid tool. "Ummm, ummm, ummm," she chanted.
Vern gave her head an upward tug, but she exhibited amazing strength and held onto his hips, still straining to place her lips on his prick. Vern tugged still harder, but to no avail.
Now she had reached his prick and began cradling his testicles with her hand. Vern had prevented her successfully from reaching his prick with her gulping mouth, but she had rested her chin and, entrenched there for the moment, began licking his abdomen hungrily. "Ummm, baby," she cooed from beneath the covers. "I know what my baby needs. I know what he-likes. You can't fool mama, Vernie. Mama knows you're playing some kind of game with her. Mama knows her Vernie wants his prickie-pooh sucked off."
And then, with one mighty lunge, Ellen managed to reach his prick and clamp her lips about it. Vern saw stars-stars of rage. He ripped the covers upward, grabbed Ellen's hair and flung her to the floor. "Goddamit, how many times do I have to say, NO!"
She looked pathetic there, sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her face, her hair a mess, her face puffy. She sobbed, shaking her head as Vern quickly began to dress.
Then, fully dressed, standing at the front door, Vern just stared at Ellen crying before he jerked open the door. "I'm staying at the office tonight!" he yelled and exited, slamming the door after him.
Vern awakened the following morning with a cramp in his neck from sleeping on the fold-down couch in his office. The couch was fine for screwing, but it didn't compare with the big king-size bed with the therapeutic mattress at Ellen's. He wished he had decided to drive a bit further to his own apartment and spend the night in his own bed. He stretched and sat up. Finally, he stood.
He staggered then to his private John, shaved with his electric shaver, showered, and was sitting behind his desk at 9:00 when Stan Kettering arrived.
"Well, what brings the boss to work so early?" Stan asked pleasantly.
"I spent the night here," Vern replied, "and don't bother to ask me why. I'd rather not discuss the details."
Stan eyed him briefly, frowning, then said: "Say, that Maria girl is something else, isn't she?"
"Of course," Vern said. "You don't really think I'd hire some ugly slut to assist me with Reardon, Hendricks, Wyatt and the rest, do you?"
Stan shook his gray head. "Wow, would I love to sink my meat in that doll."
Vern had to laugh. "My, my," he said, grinning. "Listen to the happily married man voicing adulterous desires."
"I was only joshing," Stan said. "But she really is something." He stared over at the unmade bed. "I trust you enjoyed her company."
"Never mind," Vern said. "Uh-would you ask Vera to make up my bed as soon as possible?"
"All right," Stan said, obviously annoyed. "Or shall J make it up?"
Vern removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, Stan," he said, "but I had a most disturbing night. Not with Maria-I mean, after Maria."
"Oh?" Stan seemed to consider questioning Vein further, but changed his mind. "How did the dinner party at Montague go?"
"Fine, fine, really excellent. Maria was a smash hit and old man Wyatt put in an excellent word for us with Reardon and Hendricks."
Stan nodded, pleased. "Good, glad to hear it. Do you want to discuss anything with me? If not, I have some more work to do on both the Reardon and Hendricks presentations."