"Ahh," said William Dunlop, after he finished fucking BJ on the top of her desk. "All's well that end's well."
BJ laughed. He didn't know what he was starting up in her again. "Who says it's ended yet?"
"I'm too old for this," protested William.
"We shall see about that." She bent over and took his limp prick in her mouth. Using the techniques she had perfected, she soon had him hard and hearty once more.
Meanwhile, Jimmy the window-washer, who had watched the entire proceedings from outside the window on his scaffolding decided he had better get a move on it and finish washing the windows for the day.
Little did he know that he'd be cleaning no more windows that day. As he moved to the next window over, he found himself directly behind BJ's secretary, seated at the receptionist desk. Although no one entering the room could see her because of the desk, her dress was hiked up about her waist and she was playing with herself. Jimmy almost fell off the scaffold.
Jimmy saw Debbie playing with herself, her fingers rapidly rubbing her blonde pussy between her legs.
"Ahh," she moaned. "Oh, shit, fuck me. Fuck me, you big stud, fuck me with that big dick of yours."
Jimmy didn't quite know who she was talking about, as the room was empty except for her. Debbie was thinking about her former chauffeur, James, whom she had tried for months to get to fuck her but without avail. Everyday he brought her to college, on whose board of trustees her father sat. She would sit in the front seat with James and look longingly at his crotch. She knew he knew what she was doing because sometimes she could see he had a fierce hard-on, despite his professional demeanor.
Up until that time, Debbie told herself she had never really fucked a man. All that she had had so far were college boys. Not that they were all that bad, especially the ones on the college wrestling team. She remembered one in particular, Roget. He was the team's heavyweight, a stout fellow with enormous arms. And an enormous prick.
They had attended a dance together and afterwards she had invited him back to her apartment. She turned on her stereo and they sipped wine on the couch. He started telling her about his wrestling career, which instantly bored her, and she thought they would never get on to more advanced holds which she had the brilliant idea of asking him about the techniques of wrestling.
"I mean, how does a wrestling match start, anyway?" she asked. "Do you guys just charge at each other."
"Well, no," said Roget. "There's a very particular stance that both wrestlers start with."
"Like what?"
"Well, one's on the ground, on his knees, and the other kinda stands beside him, his arm around his waist."
"Show me." Debbie threw herself down on the carpet. "On your knees?" She knelt as if she was praying.
"No, your hands are on the matt, too."
"Oh?" Debbie put her hands on the carpet. She was no on all fours, her tight little ass facing Roget who was still sitting on the couch. "Now what do you do?"
"Well, then I-I mean your opponent – would stand beside you there."
"Well, show me," cried Debbie desperately. "How am I supposed to know anything if you don't show me."
Roget moved his big hulking frame out of the couch and knelt beside Debbie. "It's like this." He put an arm around her waist. "And then I try to get out?" asked Debbie.
"Right."
Debbie pulled back so that her hanging breasts rubbed against Roget's arm. She had taken off her bra earlier in the bathroom.
"I can see why you like wrestling," said Debbie.
"Well, it's not always like this."
Debbie began squirming in his arms, wriggling her butt and shaking her boobs. Roget couldn't resist. His hand moved under her waist and grabbed a swinging tit. He stroked it until he came to the nipple, which was large and hard.
"What kind of wrestling hold is this?" asked Debbie with a giggle.
"My personal hold," replied Roget. He grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head, so that she was bare-chested, her breasts swinging freely now. His hands roamed about them freely, practically milking them for all they were worth.
"Oooh," cried out Debbie. "Oh, you're really turning me on."
She wriggled her ass some more until Roget deftly flipped her on her back with a wrestling hold, then, grabbing hold of her pants legs, stripped them off, leaving her squirming about on the carpet in only her teeny tiny bikini panties with the words "Wildcat Country" inscribed across them. The Wildcats was the name of the school's athletic clubs.
When Roget saw her panties, he went wild. "Holy Toledo, baby, baby, I'm going to really have to fuck you good," he cried out. "I'm going to have to give it to you."
"You big wildcat," called out Debbie. "Give it to me. Give it all to me."
Roget took off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and flat stomach. Then he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His prick was the biggest Debbie had seen, even bigger than anyone's on the basketball team.
"Oh, my, my, my," gasped Debbie. "What a pleasant surprise."
"The better to fuck you with, my dear," said Roget.
"But first, just give me a taste of that man-meat." Debbie crawled over to Roget's wang and took it in her mouth.
Debbie began sucking like a true Wildcat, taking Roget's dick all the way down her throat, feeling his big balls bouncing on her chin. Soon, she knew, those balls would send forth their load of cum down the various tubes and it would come pumping into her mouth. She didn't think she could be patient enough.
"Ahhh," cried Roget. He began fucking Debbie's face as hard as he could, pumping his wang all the way down her throat, then retrieving it back out her mouth so that she could generously lick the tip and head with her tongue. A lot of sports groupie had sucked his big tool during his college wrestling career, but none came close to Debbie. She knew what she was doing.
Sometimes Debbie gagged a bit, unable to swallow all of that cock. She knew the secret was just to relax, become almost passive in face of the face (so to speak), and let it slide past the tonsils. Roget's hips moved back and forth, machine-like, fucking her sweet face.
Soon, Debbie lay on her back and Roget knelt over her face, his dong stretched down to her lips. In such a position, her hands were free to play with her clit. She spread her legs wide and fingered herself furiously. Occasionally, Roget would reach down to her tits and pull on her nipples, which only increased her coming cum.
"Oh, Roget, I'm cumming. Oh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it. I'm cummmmmmmmm…" Before she could finish the sentence, Roget sank his cock deep into her throat, and she writhed about with his cock in her mouth as she had one of the biggest orgasms of her sex life.
"Oh, my little wildcat, oh, Debbie," cried out Roget, "I can't take it either. I'm cumming!"
"In my mouth," cried Debbie quickly. "Shoot it in my mouth."
Roget held onto his cock like a fireman holds his hose, and soon, with a tremendous moan, the cum came spraying out the nozzle, first with a big spurt of white gloop, and then almost a continuous white stream.
Debbie meanwhile was swallowing cum as fast and furious as she could, but she could barely, take it all in. Roget must not have cum in years. Later, he would explain, he never had any time for sex during the wrestling season because the coach explained this would hamper his performance.
"It certainly didn't hamper your performance with me," Debbie said.
Finally, the spurting cock began to slow down, and Debbie used this time to give his cock a good tongue-cleaning.
"Now," said Debbie, "I know why we're called the Wildcats."
And so while Debbie had been having quite an active sex life in college, she still yearned for her chauffeur, but he never seem to pay her much attention – until her graduation.
"Are you going to get me something for my graduation," she asked James on their last trip together to the college.
"Of course," he said. "Have you gotten it yet?"
"Well, no, not yet," admitted James. "I was hoping your mother might tell me what you needed."
"I'll tell you what I need," said Debbie. "Oh, okay," said James.
"I need… to see your dick."
"Madam?"
"I want to see your dick," said Debbie. "Now that I'm about to graduate, I want to see what a naked man looks like."
"You've never…"
"Of course not."
Of course James knew Debbie was pulling his dick, her, leg. He had beard stories from his fellow chauffeurs who drove various male members to the college. The young men often told their chauffeurs about their nights of wine and pussy. And more often the two names most frequently mentioned were a famous French wine and Debbie Dimitri, or, as the guys often called her, Debbie Delirious.
"Well," said James, "if that's all you want."
"That's all," said Debbie. "I promise."
"Let me think about it," said James.
Actually, for some time; James had been thinking about it. Every morning he'd see Debbie enter his car in some state of undress, pullig on her dress, combing her hair – she ways slept until the last moment, usually because she had spent most of the night with some boy – and once she even came out in a sheer nightgown and dressed in the back of the limousine while he drove her to college.
On the night of her graduation, Debbie went to a large ball for all the rich kids who had played through four years of college and were now about to embark upon a career in their father's business.
James, of course, drove Debbie to the affair. He waited in the limousine throughout the night, fully expecting to be sent home alone when Debbie picked up one of the young college studs. That was why he was so surprised when she came out of the ballroom alone.
"Home, James," she said.
She climbed into the front seat of the limousine beside him.
As he took off down the street, Debbie scooted closer to him on the seat. She lay her hand right on his crotch.
"Better fasten your seat belt," she said to him, "you're going to give me my graduation present."
"Not now," James protested.
"Oh, yes," said Debbie. "Now."
She unzipped James pants, stuck in her hand and brought it back out with a large flopping dick in her hand. It was large and growing larger right before her eyes. When it surpassed the mark of all other dicks she had seen, she screamed with delight.
"Oh, James, James! You've been driving me around all these years with that in your pocket."
"The better to service you with," said James.
"And how," said Debbie just before she opened her mouth and stuffed in his dick.
"Oohh," she cried. She never thought she'd ever have the chance to suck James' dick. It almost made going to college worthwhile. James had always seemed so reserve to her, but she knew no man could resist her charms for long.
James kept one hand on the steering wheel and another on the back of Debbie's head, pressing her down against his cock.
"Yeah, that's it," he began to growl. "Suck on it, you little tart."
"Oh, yes, yes!" cried Debbie. "Talk dirty to me. Please."
"Get it nice and big and hard," said James. "Because then I'm going to fuck that pussy of yours summa cum laude."
"Ah, yes, James, please. Fuck me."
"When I fuck you, I'm going to make it a fuck you'll never remember."
"I know you will, I know you will," murmured Debbie, licking his long shaft.
"And so, here it goes."
Until then, James had been driving through the side streets of Beverly Hills. He then, had turned down Wilshire Boulevard and drove through Westwood, the college town of UCLA. He took the Wilshire ramp onto the San Diego Freeway.
"Now," he said, "we fuck."
Debbie looked up from James' dick and saw that they were on the freeway. James was going faster and faster, but the limousine was so heavy, the speed was scarcely noticeable.
Debbie rolled down her window and hot air blew in. James inserted a cassette into the tape deck. The music was very hard. He turned up the volume.
"How fast can this limo go?" shouted Debbie above the blowing wind.
"Fast," said James.
"How fast?"
"More than that," said James, pointing to the end of the speedometer.
"Ever, been that fast?"
"Yeah." James stepped on the gas and knocked the college graduate against the back of the limo seat. The engine was finely tuned and strong.
"You've always liked being a chauffeur, haven't you?" said Debbie.
"I like cars."
Debbie bit James on the ear. "How fast are we going?"
"Seventy."
"I love going fast."
She unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Her lips pulled at the hair on his chest. Her hand massaged his long dong. The speedometer read eighty-five. The rear view mirror was empty.
Debbie untied the top of her graduation dress. Her big boobs plopped out, with their big red nipples pointed right at James. He reached over and squeezed one.
"Oh, James."
Debbie crawled across James' lap, straddling him. He leaned forward and sucked on her tits while keeping his eyes on the road. His left hand moved from the steering wheel and fondled her breasts. Debbie hiked up her dress around her waist, ripped her blue panties apart and pulled them through her legs.
She moaned and fell forward on his chest as his dick crammed up her tightly pussy. The speedometer read ninety-five. His hand wandered from her breasts, down her back and kneaded her firm, moist buttocks. She rode his dick up and down, her breasts quivering with each movement.
There were a few cars in the distance, but the limousine took head on them and overtook them one by one, swooping past each one, leaving it behind in the blank darkness.
Debbie ripped open the rest of James' shirt. Buttons shot against the windshield. She pushed her tits into his mouth and he sucked with vigor.
"Oh, James, suck my tits, suck 'em."
James sucked and sucked, keeping his eyes over her shoulder to watch the freeway.
The speedometer hit a hundred. She bit his shoulder. Saliva dribbled down his back. Debbie's hair whipped about him in all directions.
Panting and whining, she cried out, tightening her body around him and shaking furiously.
"Oh, James, fuck! Fuck me."
She arched her back until her head bounced against the steering wheel. She closed her eyes. Her mouth hung open, hungry, as it were, for more dick. Coming down hard on his thighs, riding his prick like a cowgirl, she jammed his foot against the accelerator.
The speedometer bounced past a hundred and five. The limousine whistled and shook down the freeway. The music on the cassette player grew louder. The speakers rattled and fuzzed.
James drove his dick deeper up Debbie's twat. She bit his neck, his lips, licked his face, his eyes, inside his ears. He lifted his hips and raised her in the air. She pushed her pussy down against him.
James maneuvered past a covey of cars. The freeway was clear now, all theirs, extending in a straight line beneath the freeway lamps all the way to the hills.
"Oh, God, God," she wept. "I'm going to split."
Her body shook and quaked. James body stiffened and pounded against her, harder and harder, jerking back and forth in a convulsive fit, until, at a hundred and ten miles per hour, he shot his wad into Debbie's pussy.
The limousine slowed. Ninety… seventy… sixty…
Debbie fell back into her seat, still breathing hard. Her graduation dress was wet and lifeless, wrapped around her waist like a rag.
James elected the cassette.
The limousine was soon back in front of he Beverly Hills mansion where the Dimitris live Debbie started to exit the limousine, but then crawled back.
"How fast did we go?"
"Somewhere over a hundred," he said.
Debbie smiled. She kissed James and got out of the car.
James parked the limousine and walked through the ground of the Dimitri Mansion. He found Jeeves the butler soaking his feet in the pool.
"I've been on my feet all night," explained Jeeves. "I was hired to serve various liquors on a yacht party tonight given my Master Dimitri. All was going well until Mrs. Dimitri pulled me into her private stateroom. I fucked her while she stuck her head out the porthole."
James pulled a pair of blue panties from his pocket. Jeeves laughed. James threw them into the pool.
The panties glided across the surface of the dark water. Wisps of steam rose from the warm pool into the summer night air. "Most nights are so damn forgettable," James said.
The butler nodded.
They watched the torn patch of blue silk gradually fill with water. It slipped beneath the surface and slowly sank, vanishing near the bottom of the pool.
The fact was, James had fallen in love with Debbie. He had always been in love with her, ever since she was a freshman in college. This was why he had always keep a respectable distance between them. He, after all, was a chauffeur. He did the driving; she was the driven.
That night, he wrote out his resignation and put it in an envelope which he left on Mr. Dimitri's desk. By morning, he was gone.
Debbie was shocked, of course, when she found out about his defection, but she understood. She was of the Beverly Hills class and he was a mere servant. Granted, he fucked like nobody else. But standards had to be maintained.