"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Shove your big cock inside me and fuck my little pussy full of cum! Give me a whole gallon!"
Brian bounced his ass up and down on the bed, matching her moves, until the walls echoed with the sounds of smacking flesh. His pleasure was becoming almost painful. Her pussy was even better than her mouth! It worked around his prick just like a throat, sucking and pulling, demanding his dim.
"Baby! Baby!" he panted, arching his back, digging his heels into the bed. "I'm… I'm… oh… FUCK! FUCK! UNHHHHH!"
The first blast of hot jism shot into the back of her cunt like a bullet. Almost immediately, more quick jerks of jizz joined the first, completely filling her pussy channel. Soon his cock was slipping into a whole river of cum, squeezed by her spasming muscles.
As the orgasm peaked, splattering out huge masses of sticky cream. Sara felt her climax build. It drove upward slowly, almost reluctantly, making her work harder. But when it hither, it was violent, tearing into every cell of her body.
"Aiieeeee!" she cried out. "More! Unh! More! Unh! Give me… all of it!"
They molded themselves together in one writhing mass of flesh, her cunt locked around his spitting cock. And when it seemed as if their pleasure was about to subside, it would burst again, driving them into a frenzy. Finally, Sara collapsed on top of him, her mouth in his armpit, her tits heaving.
"Yesssss…" she hissed, her cunt raw, "oh, God, yes!"
For the next two hours, Sara exceeded even her own expectations, doing more with his cock and her pussy than she thought possible. When she finally kissed him good bye, she could barely walk.
"You'll get in touch?" Brian said as she made for the door. "Next week?"
"Oh, I'll keep in touch, all right," she answered, stuffing the contracts and stock options into her briefcase. "I'm sure it will be a business doing pleasure with you!"
After she left, Brian stumbled over to the phone and dialed a long-distance number. After a few seconds, he nodded his head and spoke: "Yep," he said. "She bought it."
"What was her reaction?" the man on the other end asked.
"Well, naturally she was a bit skeptical, but her attorney should tell her to jump on it," Brian replied.
"He ought to," the man said. "He's one of my men, too."
"You cover all bases, don't you?" Brian said with a chuckle.
"Yes, that's true," the man said. "I think Miss Price is going to be in for one hell of a surprise pretty soon."
"I still don't understand why you're doing this," Brian said. "You're taking an awful chance. And a million dollars!" His tone took on a meeker quality. "Uh… why exactly are you doing this?"
"Just a game of cat and mouse," the man answered. "But I wonder who's the cat and who's the mouse sometimes." Quickly he added, "Well I've got to go. Thanks for everything, Brian."
"It was my pleasure, Mr. Martin."
CHAPTER TEN
Sara sat in her bedroom, a puzzled expression on her face. Even when Randy had come over, her mood hadn't altered. There was something nagging in the back of her mind, something not exactly right, about that business with Brian Dodson. She'd told herself a thousand times not to question her good luck, to accept it as her attorney had suggested – but still, she wondered.
"Hey, come on," Randy said, getting up from the bed and standing beside her. "This isn't like you. Still worried about that deal?"
"Yes," Sara admitted.
"Well, what's to worry about?" he asked, stroking her shoulders. "You've been handed a business on a silver platter. Some people just luck out."
"I checked with my broker," Sara said, her voice barely audible. "The corporation who will control Secretaries To Go isn't listed on any exchange. As a matter of fact, it's a dummy company owned by another dummy company, which is in turn owned by a real estate company in Montana, and their telephone number – if they have one – is unlisted. Now tell me, isn't that strange?"
"No," Randy said, leaning down and kissing the back of her neck. "Just big business, that's all. I read somewhere that DuPont owns General Motors, or did. And did you ever look on a can of Minute Maid? They're owned by the Cake Company. The big corporations are like a bunch of cousins who intermarry. Just accept it."
Sara was still trying to figure it out, but Randy's insistence was getting the better of her. His large strong hands were now slipping ova her shoulders, his fingertips brushing into the valley between her full, upturned tits. She leaned back, her head against his belly, and closed her eyes.
Damn you! she thought. Every time I come close to solving this puzzle, you do this to me! You've been doing it all day!
Her pussy, raw from fucking, was now throbbing with life once more.
"You win," she moaned, turning her head to one side. His rigid cock brushed over her cheek and throbbed under her nose. "Let's forget about it for a while." She held his cock with both hands and jacked it slowly, squeezing the rubbery foreskin over the huge head. "Just make it worth my while."
"I will, baby," Randy whispered, lying back on the bed, pulling her with him. "This is gonna be a million-dollar fuck!"
He pushed her to her back and crawled between her legs, nudging her thighs apart with his knees. As he lowered himself on top of her steamy cunt, he buried his face between her tits, his mouth hot and wet. He slipped the end of his prick between her swollen pussy lips and dug forward. At the same time, he bit down on her nipples, drawing them across the roof of her mouth. He gave a low, growling moan of pleasure as the base of his dick was crushed into the rim of her opening.
"Now!" he gasped. "Isn't this better than thinking about some Goddamn corporation?"
Sara had to admit it was. She thrust her hips up, locking her pussy canal around his shaft, giving it a squeeze with her rippling muscles. His nuts, rumbling with a new load of cum, was lying in the crack of her ass, making her shitter purse with excitement.
"Fuck me!" she demanded, running her fingers over his shoulders and back. "Ram that big dick of yours inside me and shove in a whole fucking gallon of cum!"
"You got it," Randy assured her, nibbling on her tits with increased hunger. He withdrew his prick and thrust back in with savage force. "Unh… like this?" he groaned.
"Yes!" Sara answered, feeling her cunt turn to butter. "Just… like… that!"
Randy slipped his hands under her ass and cupped the firm mounds, pushing her crotch into his own. Each quick lunge of his cock made them both shiver with increasing ecstasy. He held her ass and crawled up further on her body, completely imbedding his cock in her hole.
"Goddamn, this is good!" he moaned, relaxing slightly, then slamming back in. "Sometimes I think… it's too good!"
Sara began matching his movements, driving his cock in and out of her pussy until she became frenzied with pleasure. Her cunt was boiling, sucking on his cock like a mouth, begging for more brutal action. She bent her knees, and digging her heels into the bed, lifted her body.
"Fuck me!" she cried out, digging her nails into the small of his back. "Goddamn you, fuck me!"
Randy began slamming it to her like a crazed animal, his hands pulling her ass cheeks apart brutally, if trying to rip her pussy to shreds. His cock, bathed in her juicy tunnel, was rock-hard, the tip of it pulsating painfully. Already he could feel his jism draining from his nuts into the base of his prick.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" he grunted, his teeth tearing into her breasts, his ass a blur. He felt the juice squish up the center of his cock, ready to blast into her cunt. "I'm… I'm…"