"It hurts," the girl yelled, as he forced the spear in. "Ohhh, it hurts."
Her pain was even pleasant to hear, he discovered. The drive up her squeezing, resisting tunnel was a slow process, but watching her squirm and cry for help made him determined to get it all in pushing his hard cock with more force, spreading her ass farther apart, until his meat was finally buried in the tight-fitting sleeve. And finally enjoying her throaty sobs as he squirted come into her, pressing the soft flesh of her ass tight against his groin.
Once his education was underway, putting it to use came naturally. At the office he had already gotten the reputation of being a "cuntman", from his constant association with all the girls there. The bosses were already taking notice and the guys his own age were beginning to treat him with respect. They sensed that Paul had a secret way with women and wanted to share it with him. But the real test came when he decided to try for a position that seemed to be sewed up by one of the college boys. He invited the manager to lunch, after a few drinks, asked for the job and gave a signal to one of the prostitutes he had hired to make her entrance. The manager didn't have a chance to answer; they suddenly had a pretty blonde at the table and before he knew what happened, the three of them were in a hotel room and the blonde was draining the sap from his cock.
Paul got the job! And shortly after that the company grew too small for him. He was mixing with top executives in a variety of companies and was sought after for every stag gathering in town. Money, prestige, and even power began to chase him. Every business he entered turned into a gold mine. Suddenly the girls were chasing him, giving their bodies freely now-just to be a part of his expensive life. The island became a necessary retreat, where his now prominent clients could sneak off to satisfy their fantasies in guaranteed privacy.
A phone rang, bringing Paul out of his daydreaming trance. Someone-answered it and a girl's voice announced that it was for Liz. Paul found himself frowning. There seemed to be growing excitement in the hall outside his study. Then Liz knocked softly on the door to the study, opening the door on a crack and peeking in.
"It's Penny's brother," she said in a velvet-soft whisper. "He wants to take me out."
Paul just stared at her with a puzzled look on his face, as if he hadn't heard her right.
"Is it all right?" she asked bashfully.
"If that's what you want," Paul sighed.
"I could use the change," Liz offered weakly.
"Then go ahead," Paul said, adding a faint smile to show that he wasn't angry.
Liz rushed back to the phone, no longer concealing her excitement. But it left Paul with a feeling of emptiness. Liz had been the pride of his harem, he thought to himself. Perhaps the one he would someday marry. He had certainly given her more personal attention than any other girl in the stable. Now he was turning her loose-to be gobbled up by another-but all he could feel was emptiness. Not sorrow.
Slowly Paul moved from the study, strolled aimlessly through the halls, looking for something to do. Something to hold his interest, he decided, opening doors and glancing into the various rooms. He stopped along the aimless walk to chat with his "students," grasping for something that would take his mind off the emptiness he felt in the pit of his stomach.
A pretty black girl came bustling down the hall. Obviously she was thrilled about something that was going on, he thought as he watched her running toward him. But when she caught sight of Paul she jolted to a more graceful, gliding stride.
"How's it going?" Paul asked the twenty-year old girl, smiling warmly at her.
"Just fine, Mr. Lagarde," she answered in a sexy voice. "Elizabeth is so thrilled about her date that she's got all of us excited with her."
"So I see," Paul said with a grin. "How're your lessons going?"
"Great," the girl said, smiling as Paul stepped closer.
"Then let's have a little check," he said, slipping his hand under the hem of her brief white dress.
Paul's experienced fingers went directly to the spot between her legs, through the curly curls of hair, and covered her unsuspecting cunt. A good test, he thought to himself, taking the girl by complete surprise like this. One minute she's rushing excitedly through the hall, thinking of some childish game, and the next minute she has to perform.
The palm of his hand slid over the warm cove between her legs, feeling for the telltale sign. The spot was dry and the hair all fluffy. Just as he hoped it would be. But then a hint of moisture, as the girl's juices began to flow from the walls of her sex. In a few short seconds she had flushed with passion-juice, scoring a high mark on the test.
"Not bad, Roni," Paul commented casually. "But I don't want to interrupt what you were doing."
"Oh, I wasn't doing anything important, Mr. Lagarde," Roni purred back at him. "Just sitting around with the girls talking about the guy Liz is going to date."
Paul slid his hand around to the firm balls of her ass, appreciating the smooth, firmness that met his fingers. A slow exploration of the crevice seemed appropriate. The girl wiggled coyly, but said nothing, seemingly grateful for the attention.
"Let's go into the study," Paul suggested dryly, leaving his finger lodged in the crack of her ass to feel the swaying movement of her flesh as she walked. The smooth cheeks rubbed pleasingly on his finger, while he supported one of the globes in the palm of his hand. This girl is really solid, he decided. Nicely balanced ass too.
"Ooooowwww," the girl purred with delight when his finger poked into her anus. It encouraged him to force his way deeper into the tight passage and she smiled approvingly, walking now on toes.
Somehow the whole thing seemed aimless, Paul thought, as they entered the study. He really didn't have any desire for sex tonight, he realized. But it seemed like the only thing to do a few minutes ago. Something to take his mind off Penny! He finally admitted the cause of that ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't stop thinking about Penny.
"Take off the dress," Paul stated without emotion.
Roni slipped out of the white dress, letting it fall at her feet, while she stared with wide, expectant eyes and found herself breathing faster from the excitement of it. The ebony figure seemed to tingle with anticipation. Her firm, conical breasts heaved gently, their protruding nipples quivering, as she watched Paul saunter over to the liquor cabinet for a drink. She found herself nodding when Paul asked if she'd like a little Scotch. Just staring at this naked girl with such a beautiful figure was a pleasure, Paul thought to himself. The kind of pleasure a man might get from viewing a fine statue. And even though he handed her a drink, he did little else to put her at ease or suggest a more comfortable position. He let her stand in the middle of the room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while he devoured her body with his eyes.
"Let's see you turn slowly, Roni," he said, resting his buttocks on the edge of a table.
Roni obeyed, nervously turning in place for her teacher to see all that she had. And dying at the thought that he might not like something about her.