Maggie ran her hand over Kappy's sleek coat as she quietly watched Ken Wilson drive her toward her husband's office. She decided that she liked the way his long, chestnut hair hung down over the jacket collar of the uniform she insisted he wear. He was a handsome-homely boy, intriguing in the expression of his discerning eyes and wide, honest mouth. She knew that she was going to possess him one way or another, but in her mind she hoped it was going to be her own, the ageless way…
Ken sat confidently manipulating the controls of the luxurious vehicle, the anger he had felt when he left Jean quite diminished, his faith in their future warmly inspired by the morning sun and the fact of the limousine he drove, the latter warranting a multitude of eager eyes that somehow made him feel important.
"Park, darling," his mistress ordered and he did, standing nearby the auto until she returned a few minutes later.
"Where to, Mrs. Keele?" he asked in his very best modulated voice.
"The home, darling. We have things to do there, too," she answered warmly, the tone of her voice setting tingles along his spine.
"Yes ma'm," he managed, forcing himself to ignore the seductiveness in her words, concentrating on the streets ahead of him… and then he was there, parked in her private slot out of view of the main house, and she said: "I'd like for you to come up with me, Wilson. I have things for you to do for me."
"Yes ma'm," he replied awkwardly. "Yes ma'm…"
He followed obediently behind her through the bleak, gray corridors of the institution, aware of glancing young female inmates' eyes, as well as matrons', appraising him. They entered an elevator that took them to the fourth and top floor; it was then that Ken learned the lift was the only means to the superintendent's office and suite, a luxurious series of rooms that had undoubtedly been designed as living quarters for the home's top official. An ugly-faced, middle-aged woman in a matron's uniform sat behind a desk in the outer office and greeted the beautiful superintendent with a homely smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Keele."
"Seybor," the other responded briskly. "I won't want to be disturbed for the next couple of hours… I have some personal matters to attend to."
"Yes, ma'm."
"Kappy, you stay out here with Seybor," Maggie ordered the great dog and immediately he lay down beside the desk. "Come along, Wilson."
Ken heard the thick, heavy door lock behind him as he closed it, noting that there was no knob, only a security key-mechanism from which Mrs. Keele had taken the key, placing it in her purse.
"Well," she sighed, turning to him with a smile. "Home at last." She glanced around the plush living room with seeming content as she spoke. "I always feel so at ease here, Wilson… absolute privacy, security… what better working conditions could a girl ask for? Do you like it?"
"I-It's very nice, Mrs. Keele," Ken replied, surprised at her sudden altering of character, the crispy formalness she had borne all morning falling away like a discarded mantle; yet, not quite certain whether he approved of the unexpected change or not.
"So, make yourself comfortable while I slip into something loose and silky, dear," she invited, still smiling as she moved gracefully away from him toward an open doorway he surmised to be a bedroom. "I always work better when I'm comfortable, don't you? Take off your jacket and make us a couple of drinks while I change. The bar's right there to your left, and I'll have Scotch and water."
Ken could only stare after her in growing astonishment. Dear…! Dear…? Drinks…? Something loose and silky? Work better…? What the hell was going on here, anyway? What kind of work did she have in mind for Christ's sake…?
Maggie smiled to herself once inside the sensually appointed bedroom that she had redecorated in the wake of her predecessor with ample frills and strategically placed wall mirrors. In one of the latter and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him through the open doorway, still standing as she'd left him, an expression of obvious awe on his ruggedly handsome face. God, but he resembled her Daddy so much it was almost frightening… as well as damned exciting.
"Lots of ice, darling!" she called out to him without looking directly at his reflection in the mirror, while she wriggled out of her dress and half-slip, knowing that he was gaping at her as she carried on in her black bikini panties and wispy bra… shocked, no doubt, but certainly stimulated too by her unexpected actions… unless he was a hell of a lot less man than she'd watched on their TV the night before.
Along with these thoughts, other, more intricate and ambitious ones, fleeted through her mind enjoiningly. He could be the one… the necessary male assistant she needed to pull off her coup when the time came… though he was young and inexperienced, where Jack Heath, whom she had met not an hour before in Max's office, had the suave maturity, plus the educated mind the maneuvers were going to require… but as handsome and desirable as the young Mr. Heath was, he didn't resemble her Daddy, and the young darling in the next room mixing their drinks, did! Oh well, plenty of time for major decisions. First came the preliminaries, and they were just about to begin…
Ken stood behind the small bar, making their drinks and compulsively glancing through her open doorway, aware suddenly that her enticing near-naked reflection in the bedroom mirror was visible from damned close to every corner of the living room. In fact, if one sat on the davenport across from the bar he would have only to stare at the mirror on the wall beside him and enjoy the same view!
On second thought, he added a bit more Scotch to his own drink. If he ever needed the bracing effect of liquor, it was at that crazy moment! What the hell was she trying to pull, anyway…?
"There! Now, I feel more like myself," Maggie said, floating into the room with statuesque elegance and wearing a peach-colored, diaphanous, floor-length negligee that did absolutely nothing to hide the visibly delightful contours of her ivory-skinned body, the black wispy panties and bra adding a provocative note of sensual mystery to the apparition. "Drinks ready, Ken dear?"
He swallowed tightly, watching her glide to the davenport and fold down into one corner of it, her small feet drawn up beneath her. N-Now it was Ken dear! Goddamn! He had to put this beautiful siren straight, before things went any further… and there was no longer any doubt in his mind what she had clicking in that brain of hers… only this time she'd picked the wrong guy! He wasn't only a married man, but he loved his young wife Jeannie…!
"Well, darling…?" she prodded, ever smiling beautifully. "That is an odd look you're suddenly wearing. Do I shock you… or just stimulate you…?"
Ken felt his face flushing, aware suddenly that his cock was half-hard inside his pants, adding to his reasons for standing there behind the bar and hiding it. He held both glasses in his hands, but simply stood there staring at her, trying to think of what to say that could possibly end this incredible situation.
Her little laugh surprised him… frightened him, too, as he watched her move up off the davenport toward him, calmly taking the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bar, and drawing him around from behind it. She eased close to him then, her whole ravishing length of hot female body pressing tightly and hotly to him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and pelvis ground snugly into his.
Startled, Ken could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety soft, jellied flesh at the small of her back, feeling the muscles ripple lightly beneath as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves openly upon his own.
Eventually, she said: "How does that strike you for a beginning?"
Ken raised his head, half-sighing, half-gasping in confusion, but still holding her. "I-I… damn, Mrs. Keele… I-I don't know what you're trying to do… but-but you've got the wrong guy…!" he stammered awkwardly, feeling his hardening cock stirring responsively to the barely perceptive undulating motion of her pelvis and full, rounded thighs.
She tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before backing out of his arms. "Really, Ken dear, I wasn't of the opinion that you have much of a bargaining point in the matter," she said with cold matter-of-factness, picking up her drink and walking toward the davenport once more while he gaped after her, his flustered brain rapidly becoming intoxicated on the lithe suppleness of her sensuous body, enhanced by her aristocratic walk in the inch or so of sandaled heels. He could feel his cock straining into a state of unwanted, embarrassing rigidity, and when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her dark, glittering eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems, darling?" she taunted.
Ken sensed his face flushing again. He cleared his throat and tried: "Look, Mrs. Keele… let's get some things straight…"
"Call me Maggie, please dear, when we're alone like this," she said, tilting her beautiful head cutely as she folded down onto the davenport once more, "and bring your drink here with me. Then, we'll clear up everything, oh?"
He did, sampling the potent measure he'd poured himself before dropping into a chair across and away from her, his brain racing chaotically. "M-Mrs. Keele…" he started.
"Maggie," she corrected.
"All right, then Maggie… you know I'm married… and I love my wife!" he managed, sounding very much to himself like a pleading child.
"That's noble of you, Ken, darling," she replied sweetly. "Though I believe that's the expected thing… to love one's chosen mate, isn't it?"
"C-Christ almighty!" Ken blurted uncontrollably. "I-I just don't get it, Mrs… Maggie…"
"Then I'll make it quite simple for you, darling," she said in that same cold matter-of-fact tone of before. "You appeal to me… I want you… and I'll have you."
Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he reasoned stupidly. "And if I don't cooperate…?"
She broke into a slow smile. "But you will, darling," she informed, watching him with level eyes as she raised her glass to her lips. Then: "You've already told me that you love your sweet little wife… and I'm sure you're constantly thinking of her welfare… aren't you, lover?"
She couldn't have made it more plain had she spelled it out for him, Ken realized, his guts knotting hollowly at her veiled, if obvious, threat. It was all crazy… and the absolute insane part was that she was anything but hard to take! Christ, she was breathtaking… and here she was trying to coerce him into… into fucking her! What the hell else?
"I do shock you, don't I, darling," she said rather than asked. "And you're wondering about my husband, too… but don't. We have a rare understanding that permits these little affairs… though I don't like having to force you this way; but sometimes a woman… a sensuous woman like myself, does have to resort to desperate measures to get what, or whom she wants."
She arose spontaneously and came over to melt down onto his lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect cock. "So, let's resign ourselves to the circumstances, shall we, lover? Who knows, they might even turn out to be to your advantage."
Ken could hardly do much else, he thought wildly, the way she was intentionally squirming down onto his hardening penis, the weight and pressure of her softly rounded curves inescapably increasing his excitement at an alarming rate! Unwittingly, he had set his drink on the table beside him and suddenly realized that his hand had moved inside her nylon gown at the waist to caress the smooth, satin-like skin, and was slowly stroking upward over her trembling nakedness toward her breasts.
"Hmmmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch. "Ooohhh… God, that's better, lover," she hissed, straightening up and reaching behind her to unhook her bra through the flimsy material of the negligee, then sensuously slipping both garments off before laying warmly back against him. "There… that's even more comfy…"
"Goddamn!" Ken gasped as the large, full mounds of creamy flesh burst into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. Oh, Christ, what the hell was he doing? My God, Jean… his wonderful wife Jeannie… but to think of her while lying here with a naked woman beside him seemed almost sacrilegious…!
He forced her out of his mind and clutched one breast excitedly in his hand, the feel of its soft, warm resilience causing his cock to jerk uncontrollably as she writhed erotically against it, and there went his last token of resistance. Whatever the hell was to come, let it! He had to fuck this wildly sensuous woman! With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue between her smooth, moist lips beyond the barrier of her white, even teeth and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
She accepted it with a caress from her own, a hot and liquid caress; then she began to nibble and suck erotically! He felt her lush body quivering to his kneading and massaging of her breast and she whimpered, forcing her tiny tongue into his mouth as she pressed the fleshily trembling mound against his manipulating hand. Abruptly, she was on her feet and pulling him up.
"Bring your drink!" she ordered hissingly. "I want you to do it to me now… right now!"
Ken's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the bedroom, her firm full breasts dancing and swaying with the effort. Then, without further preliminaries, the older woman let free of his hand to roll her tiny nylon panties down off her smoothly rounded hips to the floor, pouncing onto the oval bed and rolling onto her back in a lewd spread-eagle position to smile wantonly and teasingly up at him.
"Now!" she exclaimed. "Undress for me, you daddy-like darling! I want to watch you!"
Ken could still hardly believe what was taking place. It had all happened too fast and compellingly for him to comprehend, though in the maze of lust-building excitement he'd satisfied himself that somehow he was protecting his darling, Jean… and that whatever this severely beautiful woman forced him to do he would do it for his delectable wife.
Hungrily, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one hand raising to the secreted button behind the headboard that set the intricate video tape into motion; he was too busy watching her salacious writhing movements that were sending ripples of hot desire charging through him… obscene actions as she lay stretched out in anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the breathtaking firmness of her high-set, jutting breasts and now he was staring at the provocative arch of her ivory-pure hips that led downward to long, fully rounded, tapering thighs. Between them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the raven-black pubic curls covering her loins… see the delicate pink lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny drops of dewy moisture glistening there!
"Damn…! he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman!" He still held his drink and was staring down at her, and after he spoke, saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling dark eyes seeming to glaze slightly.
"Now!" she choked. "Please hurry, Daddy… I need you!" she insisted.
Ken began pulling at his clothing as she watched, refusing to let his young wife re-enter his mind, removing everything, even his shoes and socks, before dropping his shorts that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock. He saw her raise up on elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins when he made the unveiling.
"Oh, God!" she gasped breathlessly at the hardened rigidity of it standing out from his lean, hairy groin. She stared at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lip-line passionately. "God! It's more beautiful in reality!" she gasped, confusing him entirely. "Oh Daddy, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood naked before and above her.
A compulsory spasm of delightful tremors coursed over and through him as she gently let his cock rest in the palm of her hand, slowly encircling her fingers around its thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand moving between his thighs to encompass his balls tenderly, then… then… he saw her tiny wet tongue dart out to lick at the tiny split of its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that had seeped out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the unexpected hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her, opening her lipstick-rimmed lips and sucking it slowly but continuously into the hot, moist shelter of her mouth, her tongue instigating a slow, smooth, swirling motion as she kept drawing it in… in… in… until he gaped in disbelief as almost all of the entire thick shaft of cock-flesh disappeared between her sucking lips into her mouth and throat! Finally, she withdrew her head in a slow and delicious drawing sequence, then, rolled back onto the bed, her arms and luscious legs open to him.
"Oh, God, Daddy… lover… I want you to fuck me to death with that young handsome cock!" she breathed up at him.
"Shit!" Ken blurted, all else unimportant measured against this fantastic moment, the lewd word, "fuck", tumbling beautifully from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed eagerly; half on top of her, his hand smoothing salaciously over her enticing flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, cupping, massaging, his mouth finding her hungrily, his tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own cock there, and adding to his mounting passion.
"You're going to be my baby," she whispered, "I just know it! Would you like that, Ken, lover? To be somebody of importance… maybe even the governor someday?"
Ken heard her words and accepted them lightly. "Right now, all I want is you," he hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over the warm, soft skin of her flattened belly, and below to the silky hair-covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, flushed and fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink, hair-lined slit between her firmly rounded thighs to the soft warm crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face continuously from the sensations it obviously set off inside her, her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough of.
He ground his hard, ever-growing cock against her naked hip while he caressed and taunted the moist secret parts of her voluptuously curved body, even as his brain whirled with the incredibleness of the act. Lying there beside her, making love to her in the most lascivious manner, he couldn't help but wonder what Max Keele would really say should he walk through that door! Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to fuck her… the beautiful, enchanting creature… and she'd actually sucked his cock! Good Christ! He'd heard plenty about these husband-wife understandings, the swap-arounds; who hadn't these days? But he'd always have his doubts about such an arrangement working out… Her baby, she'd said… be somebody of importance… maybe even the governor someday! What the hell kind of line was that…? But she hadn't had to say it…!
Oooohhhh! She had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth was clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as she tried to maneuver him between her opened thighs, wanting his cock inside her warm, moist cunt…!
He responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips, the idea suddenly striking him that she must be at least twice his age, but damn, he'd never know it to look at her, or feel the firmness of her luscious body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to add to his lust as he traced the raised ridges of her spine and felt the licentious undulation of her soft flesh against his own in a lust-provoking rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under the ivory-white skin, indicating a hidden strength in her lithe body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips and he couldn't help but wonder how they would grip about him once he'd sunk his now throbbing cock deep inside her hot, white belly…
"Oh, God, you're as wonderful as I knew you would be… the perfect replica of him," she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the little bowl of her belly up against him. Ken tried to grasp the meaning of her words, but gave that up when her hands sought his lean, taut buttocks, her nails raking him lightly there, finally moving upward the length of his back in a like pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, Daddy boy! It's important that you understand that!" she hissed into his ear passionately. "Do you…?"
Ken hesitated; it was all so wildly crazy… but he didn't want to do anything that might anger, or turn her off… Christ, he had to have her now! "I understand that I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you forget where you are… or who you are!" he rasped down at her.
"Ooohhhh… oh, God, yes, Daddy… yes!" she moaned. "Do it… do it! Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that beautiful cock of yours up into my cunt until I go out of my mind, lover! Do that to me and I'll love you forever…!"
He forced his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and drawing her moist loins up tighter against his. He wedged his cock into the partially opened split of her cunt, moving it back and forth, up and down until it was well insinuated within the damp pink slit separating her softly hair-lined vaginal lips, and began a pressurizing, upward fucking motion, sensing the velvety, raw flesh growing more wet with every passing second. Her smoothly rounded buttocks began an urgent rotation, grinding her impassioned genitals against his loins, while the bulbous head of his cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clitoris, and she gasped through her teeth at him.
"I… I can't stand it any longer, baby! I-I've got to have it fucking up inside me! Now… fuck me now, Daddy! Hurry…!"
Her legs scissored out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves situating themselves against the backs of his thighs as she tried to force him tighter into her.
He kissed her hungrily and lowered his hand, guiding his aching cock downward between her hot, moist cunt lips. She trembled all over and whimpered out as her pelvis lurched upward at him, the damply open mouth of her cunt desperately seeking the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his shaft of hardened young flesh.
Ken grunted in his own salacious passion, feeling the soft, silken hairs of her cunt grazing his cock from her sensuous movements, and he knew that trying to hold back was useless for him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward, feeling the lubricious, nibbling mouth of her vaginal passage accepting him, immediately absorbing his prick in the hot, moist channel right up into her belly with a wet little sucking sound, her vaginal muscles setting to work around the hard, fleshy length of his wildly throbbing cock.
Oh, Christ, he thought! He'd never had anything like this! Her cunt sheath was milking his cock like a warm, butter-filled hand!
"Oooohhhh… aaahhhh…" she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep beyond the secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur incoherently while he started to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth in his own driving lust. Her body followed his pace, lurching in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him.
"Ooohhhh, God, Daddy… ooohhhhh… so good… so good! Harder… fuck it harder, baby! Yes… yesss… like that!" she gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the soft whiteness of her breasts.
Ken plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm, moist channel of her cunt, sensing the whole of her inner belly opening receptively to his furious ravaging. Her voluptuous body spasmed and twisted, while she moaned ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic rapture. He watched her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils flared in untamed, animalish desire that had seized hold of her whole being as though it were writhing in the throes of a convulsion. Her forehead was suddenly coated with a film of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her short, raven-black hair. It was as if nothing could prevent her wild race for fulfillment now and Ken fucked like an insane man to attain that goal for both of them.
"Oh… ooohhhh, God, yesss…! Do something, Daddy! Shove your finger in my ass! Hurry, do it, do it!" she ordered whimperingly as he slid his strong, gaunt hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising them off the bed for greater access to her open and hungrily clasping loins. Then, he reached further between the hotly undulating spheres as he continued his jack-hammer fucking into the liquid depths of her hotly clenched cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus… until he found it.
A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth, widespread cleft from where his throbbing cock was pistoning sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it sufficiently for his experimental probes, then, he pushed hard, feeling it give almost reluctantly, until suddenly the tight elastic sphincter ring opened before his pressure and his finger popped smoothly inside the warm, rubbery channel and slid into her to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward beneath him while she gasped out her pain.
"Ooohhh… ooohhhh Godddd! It hurt, Daddy, baby…!"
He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs jerked out erotically, her feet in the air above them, her toes curling under spasmodically.
"Aaggghhhh! Oh, lover, baby… yesss… yeeesssss!" Maggie groaned, and in spite of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her rectum crazily back onto his finger until it was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began to jiggle it wildly, rotating it around deep inside the fleshy depths of her velvety rectum.
He ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs, feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a saliva-filled mouth around his bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming the last fraction of cock to thunder up her passion-dilated hole, raising a new ecstatic wail from her lips as he maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep in her back passage. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, stared glassily and unseeing up into his face, a feral, unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
"Aaaauuugghhhhh… Goddd!" she grunted, as he buffeted her rhythmically undulating loins in perfect cadence of finger and cock that were dually ravishing her genitals, a masochistic pleasure filling her from her cunt to the top of her head. Her arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her long nails digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of his back, slithered downward and dug painfully into his taut, thrusting buttocks as they pounded demonically, driving his beautiful cock into the seething core of her needing body.
Moist, fleshy smacking noises resounded throughout the room with every pile-driving lunge he made into her, while his hotly worming finger skewered into her tight clasping anus with unceasing fury. Her skin was greasy with the sweat from the wanton gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen slack in blissful salacity; she had become something almost inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking her knees back to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Ooohhh… ooohhhh… deeper, baby! Harder! Fuck me harder… harder, Daddy!" she commanded, her climax obviously nearing, while Ken breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.
He was damned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger from her rectum with a damp, hissing sound; then she swung her strong, smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around his back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling her clasping cunt up and down insanely on his plunging and hotly expanding cock.
"Oh… ooohhhh, Daddy, baby… yessss… I'm cumming! Cuumiiinnnggggg…!" she suddenly cried out with a gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a deathlike grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time, her arms tightly engulfed his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her body arching as she held to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his hard-driving cock and down the widespread crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.
The wildness of her climax triggered his own, and he gripped the cheeks of her still working buttocks, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began choking from his throat.
"Oh… uunngghhh… damnnnn!" he blurted, suddenly increasing the viciousness of his stroke, his pelvis slapping brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, his throbbing cock driving deep into the furthest hidden recesses of her quivering belly.
He felt himself cumming and threw his hands down behind her knees, forcing them back higher around her head, grinding as far into her open and yielding cunt as he could, raising groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his loins, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic delight once more as she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep, soul-shattering groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot, thick sperm into the warm depths of her delicious, tremoring belly…!
And then, came the end… there was no more… except the creeping remorse for his fidelity… and he collapsed, rolling off of her onto his back with a deep, bitter sigh of exhaustion. He heard her long breath of release, then felt her move beside him and realized she was getting off the bed. He looked up at her in all of her enchanting nakedness, surprised at the austere expression that had returned to her beautiful face.
"Well? Don't just lie there, Wilson," she snapped. "Get up… and don't get any stupid ideas just because I chose to use you as a bed-partner today. You're still on probation you know."
With that, she left him staring open-mouthed after her as she walked into the bathroom, her firm rounded buttocks quivering teasingly with every step she took. Then, from the doorway, she said: "You get dressed and wait in the living room. I have some other chores I'll want you to look after for me…"