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From: Elliot Mabeuse <dr_mabeuse@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {New Story} Morxay Cosmetics, Part 2  (MF, reluc, stroke)
Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 23:10:03 -0500
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The following story is a work of fiction containing
graphical description of sexual acts and is not
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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 her 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 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."

   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 into the air.

   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.

   "Did I?" she said coolly.

   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 a glance or a stony 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 rather coolly.  "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?"

   I thought fast, and an idea hit me.

   "I'll tell you what." I said.  "You can be the boss.  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 e 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 heavy,
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 of my cock, 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 prot**e9**g**e9** 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.







   
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