For Symphony Baker life was one beautiful game that she played at. Her father had built an empire out of a small lumber company. Her mother was the queen of the social circles. And Symphony enjoyed the wealth she had with the kind of lust that one wouldn't normally associate with such a young woman. But Symphony wasn't a normal woman by any measure. Her body turned every man's head when she walked by, and Symphony knew it.
She was young and sexy and appreciated the attention and affection of dozens of men.
Symphony's body wasn't the only thing about her that appealed to men. She also possessed an extraordinary mind and was capable of calculating vast figures in her head when other people were busy tapping at adding machines. Symphony was one of those rare women of brains and beauty, determined to live life to the fullest.
In the hot summer afternoon, Symphony felt her cunt tingle pleasantly. Somehow it always tingled, particularly during the afternoons and late evenings. Those were the two times during the day that she really needed a strong cock to satisfy her strong, lusty needs. Symphony's body – her tits swelling out to a full thirty-eight inches, her waist narrowing to a mouth-watering twenty-three inches, her hips flaring out to thirty-six inches – had little goose bumps all over it. Her hair, jet black and hanging to her ass, swayed as she pranced about the room.
"Got to find someone," Symphony murmured, looking around her bedroom, wondering where she could go to find a hard cock to fill her mouth. She was dressed in her usual at-home apparel: black silk panties, black silk hose with matching lace garter belt and a lacy bra. Seldom did she wear anything more than that at home. When her parents were around she would put on a robe, but that was the only concession she made. Silk, she would confide to her mother, made her skin feel like it was continually being caressed by a man's gentle touches.
Symphony flipped the switch on her stereo system and instantly the room was filled with a popular rock song. A voice, hoarse and sexy, spilled out the words: "If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on…"
Symphony's incredible mind was particularly tuned to electronics and engineering. Her bedroom reflected her interests in both sex and electronics. Large speakers were suspended in all four corners of the room. Tucked into the wall was a television that she had rigged up to work off remote control. She pushed in a cassette in the specialized system and pushed the remote control. Soon, on the screen of her television, an image became clear. A young woman, looking vaguely like Symphony, was lying on a bed. Also on the bed were three young men who were eagerly feeding her their cocks.
As Symphony watched the television, her fingers crept under her panties, slithering through her thick, curly bush. She scratched her clit with her long, red-painted fingernails as she stared intently at the screen.
The young woman was on her back with one man kneeling between her legs. His cock, big and hard, was gliding smoothly into her snatch. Squatting on both sides of the woman's head were the other two men. She held their cocks in her hands, first taking one cock into her mouth, then the other. Symphony watched the look of sheer passion on the woman's face and her mouth started to water. She needed to suck a cock and that was all there was to it.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Symphony moaned, sticking her middle finger between her pussy lips, feeling the warmth of her body spreading into her limbs. She watched as the woman's lips stretched over the round cockhead. The actress didn't move her head. Instead, she allowed the man to fuck her face, shoving his cock between her lips, filling her mouth completely before pulling back.
In Symphony's mind, the woman on the screen was actually herself. She envisioned the three men pushing their cocks into her cunt and mouth, envisioned wrapping her slender fingers around their pricks and guiding them to her hot, wet lips. She fingered her snatch faster and sucked on the middle finger of her other hand as if it were a tiny, slender cock.
On the screen the dark-haired actress was really going at it. She was mouthing a cock as though it was an expensive steak and she was famished. Her lips puffed out, sliding along the quivering shank as the man pulled his prick from her mouth, then puckered inward as he jammed his cock back into her.
The actor ramming his cock into her twat was thrashing feverishly between her upraised, parted thighs. His meat slammed full length into her snatch so deeply that his balls, heavy with come, slapped against her ass. Then suddenly the man pulled his cock from her cunt and began pounding on his reddish meat. A moment later several streaks of come splashed on the woman's stomach, leaving white, sticky lines of cream from her tits to her curly cunt hairs.
The woman's eyes were closed and her mouth open as the remaining two actors whacked on their cocks. She fondled their nuts, urging them to give her the jism.
"Give it to me," Symphony whispered, stabbing two fingers into her cunt. "Give me your come!"
On the screen the woman was still waiting for her come shower. And she didn't have to wait long. First one man came, aiming his cockhead at her face as several powerful blasts of come erupted from his balls. The spunk hit the actress on the cheek and trickled down the side of her face to mingle in her hair. Blast after blast shot against the side of her face and over her lips. Even before his balls had been completely emptied, the last actor came. His jism, extremely thick, spurting out in blobs, covered the actress' face.
Symphony dropped to her knees, still fingering her pussy, as she watched the woman's face getting creamed. She gasped for air, her long, silken hair swirling around her shoulders, caressing her distended nipples. The scene was just too erotic for her computer-like mind, and she, too, climaxed. Clear love juice spewed from her cunt, coating her beating hand.
On the screen the woman was still fingering the men's balls. Long lines of come covered her face, one stream going across her nose before trickling down to her ear, another ran from her cheek over her lips. Symphony gasped when the woman licked her lips and smeared the come around her face, using the men's cocks to stir the thick mixture around.
Symphony pulled her fingers from her cunt and licked the salty juices off her hand. Although she had just come, she was still horny. Fingering herself wasn't enough to satisfy her urgent needs. She still wanted a cock to fill her mouth and give her a belly full of come.
She got unsteadily to her feet, pulling her panties up from her thighs, and shut off the music and the television. Walking to her clothes closet, she selected a wrap-around dress made of some synthetic material that hugged her body tightly and hid nothing. It tied at her waist and, by untying the knot, opened up completely, exposing her body.
"I've got to find me a cock," she whispered, putting on the dress and stepping into a pair of high-heeled shoes.
Jack Baker leaned back in his chair and looked about his office. Yeah, he had come a long way in a short time. Just ten years earlier he had been an employee of the lumber company he now owned. Once he had worked with his back, now he used his mind to make his money.
Though he was forty-five, his body was lean and sinewy, not having gotten soft from sitting at a desk. Almost every day he jogged three miles, and he regularly did a hundred push-ups in the morning to keep his muscles bulging in his shirt.
Jack had everything he wanted now. But there was still a fire in him, still a special ambition. The older he got, the more Jack lusted for younger women. When he was thirty, women his own age were fine. But as he slipped into his forties, Jack began to lust for women in their early twenties, even late teens. Rebecca, his wife, had the body of a twenty-year-old, but she no longer turned him on like she once had. At thirty-four, she suddenly became commonplace in his mind. He had fucked her so many times that he knew every curve of her body.
Jack's mind was buzzing with thoughts of svelte young bodies when he heard the high-pitched beep. Angrily he pushed the intercom button.
"Yes?"
"Mister Baker, the woman is here," his secretary said.
"What woman?"
"The one applying for the inventory position, sir," the secretary replied. "You were going to interview her for the job."
Jack's mind clicked back into a professional mode again and he was angry with himself for thinking about fucking during business hours. After all, he hadn't built a lumber empire by fucking when he should have been working.
"Send her in," he said, leaning back in his chair and lighting a long, thick cigar.
When a beautiful young woman entered, Jack's cock immediately started to get hard. The job applicant had blonde hair, cut short, combed back in the wind-blown look. Her body was compact, medium-sized tits, a nicely rounded ass and narrow waist. She had the body of an athlete and Jack liked that.
"Hello, sir," she said, standing in front of his desk. Jack shook her hand without standing. If he got up, she would surely see the bulge in his pants and he didn't want that – at least not yet.
"Have a seat," Jack said, pointing to a chair. "What's your name?"
"Cindy, Mister Baker." She crossed her legs and Jack noticed how slender her thighs were. Even in a pants suit, Cindy's fine features were visible to the experienced girl-watcher.
Jack asked her several questions, which she answered quickly and without excessive chatter. She needed employment during her summer break from college. Though she had no previous experience in inventory work, she was good with figures, she assured Jack.
"Do you realize that everyone working in the yard is a man?" Jack said, his eyes taking in the faint swell of her tits beneath her suit coat. "When you go out there, you can almost guarantee that you'll hear a lot of swearing, and more than one compromising statement or two."
"Yes, sir, I realize that." Her blue eyes flickered concern. She felt uncomfortable talking about that sort of thing with a man she had just met.
"There are going to be men out there who'll ask you to fuck them," Jack said. He was pleased when he saw her take in a gulp of air and hold it. She was shocked by his statement and that's exactly what he wanted. "Other men might ask you to suck their cocks until they come in your mouth. Do you think you can handle that?"
"I'm not exactly sure I know what you mean, sir."
"How badly do you want this job, Cindy?"
"Very badly, sir. It's difficult finding part time work just for the summer. And this job pays quite well… considering."
"Yes, it does. And if you want the job, you're going to have to realize that I'm the boss. You'll take orders from me without question, and follow them carefully or else you're out on your ass in a second."
"Does that mean I've got the job?"
"Yes… provided you play your cards right." Jack took a puff of his cigar and kicked his feet up on the desk. Cindy's eyes immediately went to his throbbing erection that strained against his pants, almost begging to be freed. Jack smiled at Cindy. "Stand up and come over here."
Cindy got to her feet and walked around the desk so that she faced Jack. Her knees were trembling slightly and she tried not to look at his groin. She knew what was coming and was prepared for it. She needed this job to continue her education and whatever Jack asked her to do, she was willing to.
"Take my cock out," Jack commanded, putting his feet on the floor. "Get down on your knees and take my cock out." Cindy summoned up all her courage, but hesitated. "Do it now or walk right out of this office and don't ever come back."
Cindy slowly dropped to her knees between Jack's spread legs. With trembling fingers she found the tab of his zipper and tugged it down. His cock sprang out instantly.
"Oh!" Cindy gasped, looking at the long, hard pole of meat. A thick vein ran along the underside of the cock and Cindy could see Jack's pulse pounding through it.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty, sir."
"I think you know what you're supposed to do, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
Cindy grabbed Jack's cock and began to stroke it slowly, without putting a lot of pressure on his hard cock. She ran her fingers up and down his eight-inch cock until a small drop of come formed at the slitted tip.
"Look at that, Cindy. Doesn't that look delicious?" Jack said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wouldn't you like to taste that come?"
She looked at him with wild, frightened eyes. This wasn't exactly what she had expected. She stared at the cock in her hand, feeling it throb powerfully as her fingers worked slowly up and down. The cock's heat seemed to go through her palm, spreading throughout her body. No, Cindy never thought it would be anything like this at all.
Jack put his hands on both sides of Cindy's face, feeling her hair between his fingers. He liked the way her hair swept backward, knowing that he would be able to watch his dick sink into her mouth without those golden locks getting in the way. He pushed her face down until his drooling cockhead was just an inch from her lips.
"Now suck it, Cindy. Suck it good… or forget having a job."
Still Cindy hesitated. Could she suck cock? Sure, she had fucked before. Plenty of times. She even had a boyfriend who fucked her every Saturday night when they went to the drive-in movies. But sucking cock? That was an entirely different matter.
Slowly she opened her mouth, her glistening lips ovaling as she prepared to taste cockmeat for the first time. Jack, impatient, suddenly pushed her head down. His fat cockhead punched between her lips, stuffing her mouth. Cindy groaned low in her throat and struggled briefly, but Jack held her fast. He liked the look of fear on her face, particularly with his cock buried several inches deep into her mouth.
"Yeahhhhhhh!" Jack hissed, watching the way her lips formed a perfect circle around his shaft. "Suck my cock you little slut!"
When Jack released Cindy's head, she stayed motionless for a long time, getting used to the taste of cock against her tongue. Then, after deciding that she would and could do anything to get the job, she slowly bobbed her head up and down. The glistening knob of his prick slipped easily between her lips and Cindy quickly learned to regulate her breathing while sucking cock. When she felt her prospective employer squirm in his chair, she knew she was sucking his cock just right.
"Use your tongue," Jack gasped, feeling his balls begin to tingle. "Use your tongue on my cock."
Cindy curled her fingers around the base of his shaft and released his prick from her mouth. Looking up at Jack with her beautiful blue eyes, she began flicking her tongue out against the head. Her tongue danced here and there, scraping lightly around the head and shaft.
Jack squeezed the arms of his chair, fighting to hold his come as long as possible. But she was such a pretty girl, and so young! Jack knew he couldn't hold off forever, but he wanted to enjoy her hot mouth as long as possible.
When Cindy took his cockhead back into her mouth, Jack trembled all over. He watched the way her lips moved over his prick and it excited him more than anything he could remember in a long, long time.
Cindy tightened her grasp of his cock and began to jerk his meat while she sucked. Her hot, pink tongue swirled along the cock's sensitive underside, and her lips kept a tight, slick hold on the head. She began to get turned on by sucking Jack's cock, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself. Her panties were getting moist from cunt juice and she was throwing her head up and down on his cock faster than before, now waiting eagerly to taste his hot come.
"Yeah, cunt, suck that cock! Eat my meat, you little bitch!" Jack cursed. Since his meteoric rise to power, he had become thoroughly obsessed with telling people what to do. The power had gone to his head and being in control of another person's life – or at least their actions – was a big turn-on for him. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" Cindy moaned, sucking hard on his fat prick.
"Do you want my come? Huh, cunt? Do you want me to blow my nuts in your mouth?"
"Um-hmmmmmmm!" Cindy was able to groan out, pistoning even faster on his cock. She reached between her legs and pressed her palm against her cunt. It was so hot! She had never dreamed of sucking cock before – always felt that it was something that only naughty women did – but now she was getting horny by just having a big, hard prick in her mouth.
And then, without warning, Jack pushed Cindy onto her ass. She toppled backward, and he sprang out of his chair, his saliva-slick prick sticking out from his pants.
"What's wrong? What did I do wrong?" Cindy gasped, her eyes once again wide with fear.
Jack ignored her questions, intent only on sticking his cock in her young cunt. He grabbed her belt and loosened it, then unfastened her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Cindy struggled weakly as Jack grabbed her panties and tore them off.
"Gonna fuck you now, bitch!" he said, grabbing her knees and pushing them up so her legs rested on his shoulders. He saw her hairy slit and puckered bunghole and wondered briefly if fucking the young girl in the ass would be more enjoyable. Deciding that she probably had never been cornholed before, and not wanting her to scream and alert his secretary, he decided her cunt would be a nice target for his cock.
Cindy's ass was tilted up as Jack bore into her, his fat cockhead pushing between her pussy lips, then driving deep into her. He held his hand over her mouth, silencing a groan as he felt her twat tighten around his meat.
Once… twice… three times Jack pounded his meat into her, then shivered and began to come. His jism erupted from his balls like volcanic lava, filling her tight pussy. He slammed into her, pushing her knees down against her tits while he buried his dick into her hot, juicy hole.
"Grrrrrrrrrr!" Jack groaned as his balls released their cream.
He reamed her pussy as he came, and once all his jism had been released, he immediately pulled his dick from her cunt and stood up.
"Now get my cock nice and clean," Jack demanded.
Cindy started to pull her pants up, then decided that following Jack's orders immediately would be better. She got to her knees and took his shrinking cock in her hand. Is smelt faintly of pussy juice and come, but she opened her lips anyway and buried it deep in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean. Finally, when Jack's dick was soft, she let it slip from her mouth.
"Put it back in," Jack sneered. "Stick my cock back in my pants, then get the fuck out of here. I'll see you here tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp!"
Cindy got to her feet and pulled her pants up. Jack, in his haste to sink his prick in her cunt, had pulled her zipper apart, ruining it. She felt dizzy, but his come was warming her insides and that wasn't a bad feeling.
"Will you be fucking me again?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know yet. It all depends on how hard-up I get. Get the fuck out of here."
Rebecca Baker was strung out. She needed to get laid more than anything in the world. At thirty-four, she was at the height of her sexuality and Rebecca needed a good fucking daily. But Jack always seemed too busy to spend much time with her, and when he came home from the lumber yard, he was always too tired to ram his big prick into her cunt.
She watched the secondhand of the clock turn slowly. When it was exactly noon, she went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself three fingers of scotch. Maybe that would calm her jagged nerves, she thought.
The liquor burned as it went down her throat, slowly soothing her. In her mind's eye she could see Jack's body clearly. Every muscle was visible to her. His cock was standing straight out from his body, hard and proud, promising to drive her into sexual oblivion. She adored his prick, worshipped it, loved to feel it, suck it.
Rebecca slugged down the scotch, then poured herself another. Something in her mind said that drinking in the afternoon was wrong, but her need for cock overpowered her better judgment. If she couldn't get fucked, booze would be the best outlet for her frustrations, she figured.
When she heard the knock at the back door, Rebecca set her drink down and went to answer it. She was happy to have some diversion from thinking about her horny body. Maybe if she didn't think about fucking so much, she wouldn't need it so badly.
At the back door was a young boy, holding several bags of groceries. Rebecca opened the door and ushered him into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry it took me so long," she said quickly taking in the boy's body with her eyes. "I forgot that you were coming today."
"That's okay, ma'am." The boy set the bags on the counter, then let his arms hang at his sides. "Boy, those sure did get heavy!"
"I'll bet," Rebecca said with a laugh. She looked at the boy and liked what she saw. He was short and stocky, wearing faded jeans that hugged his small ass. His hair was cut short and he had a clean-scrubbed look to him. Innocent, Rebecca thought. Young and innocent.
"Are you going to pay for these now, or should the store bill you later?"
"Bill me later, okay?" Rebecca picked up her purse and pulled out her billfold. She took out two dollars and handed it to the boy. "Here's a little tip for you."
The boy took the money and tucked it in his pocket. He wheeled around and left, leaving Rebecca standing there wishing she had done something else. She watched the boy get on the street and start to jog back to the store and a sinking feeling took over her body.
"Hey!" she called out, not really sure what she was doing. "Can you come back here?"
Rebecca's heart thumped in her chest as she watched the boy run back to her.
"Yes?"
"Can you help me put the food away? Some of it goes on the upper shelves and I want someone to hold me so I don't fall." Rebecca knew it sounded like a feeble excuse to call him back, but it was all she could think of. She opened the door. As the boy stepped past her, Rebecca leaned forward slightly so that his shoulder rubbed against her full tits.
"Maybe I should put the groceries up there," the boy said, pulling a chair near the cupboard. "And you can just tell me where everything goes."
The boy got up on the chair and Rebecca began handing him various packages. Standing on the chair, his crotch was just below face level for Rebecca and she didn't resist looking at the swell of his cock beneath his jeans.
"Just stay there a minute, will you?" Rebecca went to her purse and extracted a twenty-dollar bill. Going back to the delivery boy, she felt her mouth begin to water. "Here," she said, tucking the twenty into his pocket.
"Gosh! What's that for?" the boy exclaimed.
"You get that if you just stand there and don't move. Don't say a word. Don't do anything." Rebecca looked up at him, her eyes glassy with lust. "All you have to do is stand there until I finish and not tell anyone what happened. Deal?"
"Well… yeah… sure thing, ma'am."
Rebecca grabbed the boy by the hips and turned him slightly so he faced her, then she unbuckled his belt. When the boy started to say something, Rebecca looked up at him, putting a finger to her lips to silence him. The boy, a virgin, really didn't understand what was happening and had no idea of what would soon be happening to him.
Rebecca, her hands shaking, unbuckled the boy's belt, then unsnapped his jeans. She pulled down his zipper slowly, like she was opening a Christmas present, then peeled his tight jeans down his legs until they were at his ankles. She grabbed the elastic band of his underwear and pulled down slowly, moaning softly when she finally got a look at his cock. His prick was soft and not particularly large, but Rebecca knew that she could change that quick enough.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked quietly.
"Hush," Rebecca said. She knew that Symphony was up in her room and the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to hear anything out of the ordinary. Rebecca took his cock, holding it up with just her fingertips. She kissed the head. Almost immediately she felt his prick twitch and begin to stretch her lips. She licked circles around the head, feeling the young, tender meat grow long and hard.
Rebecca turned her head to the side and licked the boy's nut sac. In doing so, his cock rested against her cheek and she felt its heat radiating throughout her body. Rebecca sucked one nut into her mouth, basting it with her spit before giving his other nut the same treatment. When she finally finished licking his balls, she found his cock had grown to considerable size and hardness.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Rebecca purred, curling her fingers around the shank of his prick.
She cupped his balls in her other hand and squeezed them while whacking softly on his shaft. Her lips were just inches from the cockhead, and the sight of it was just too good to resist. Suddenly she dove at the boy's cock, letting his cockhead plunge deep into her hot mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, working her tongue on the slick cock. Rebecca held the cockhead between her lips, then fisted the shank quickly, urging his balls to feed her their come. Releasing his cock from her fist, she pushed forward again and took his prick completely into her mouth. His cockhead was wedged tightly in her throat and her nose was pressed into the boy's bushy pubic hair.
As Rebecca chewed on the base of the boy's cock, she gurgled on the meat. Both she and the delivery boy had their eyes closed and were completely unaware of anything going on around them.
Symphony heard the faint sounds coming from the kitchen and she went to investigate. She froze in her tracks when she saw the boy standing on a chair and her mother slowly tossing her head back and forth over his cock. Symphony stepped back and peered around the edge of the doorway, fascinated at the sight.
"Ohhhhhhh! I need your cock," Rebecca whispered, taking the boy's prick from her mouth briefly before putting her lips to work on the head. She bobbed her head, taking his prick full length into her throat with each stroke. Symphony, an accomplished cocksucker in her own right, was amazed at how much her mother enjoyed sucking cock, and how she could take it into her throat. Despite having sucked nearly three dozen cocks in her life, Symphony had never learned the art of deep-throating.
Rebecca tightened her lips around the shank and put her tongue to work. She could sense that the boy couldn't hold back much longer. She gulped on his cock, taking it down her throat. Holding a nut in each hand, she squeezed them tenderly and they released their come right down her gullet. The boy's whole body quivered as he climaxed, blowing his jism fiercely. Rebecca kept his cock down her throat, feeling the head expanding even more as jets of cream spurted out.
Then, having taken everything he had to give, Rebecca pulled back slowly, squeezing the shank to get the last drop of his cream from the tube. The drop of jism formed at the tip and she licked it off, curling her tongue back in her mouth to savor its taste.
"Son of a bitch," she murmured, kissing the cockhead. "I really needed that."
The boy was speechless. His head was spinning and he worshipped Rebecca with the child-like reverence only a young boy can have. Rebecca helped him jump off the chair and watched as he pulled his pants back up and fastened them.
"When you come back next week," Rebecca said, reaching out and squeezing the boy's cock through his pants, "I'll show you an even better time. Next time we'll fuck and I'll show you how to do it so every girl around will want you to fuck them silly."
Symphony was glad the soft carpet muffled the sound of her three-inch heels as she climbed the stairs and went back to her room. Watching her mother sucking cock had been one of the sexiest things she had ever seen and her incredible mind was at work, thinking up a plan to do something bizarre.
Symphony closed the door of her bedroom and took out the video camera and the portable recorder that accompanied it. Then she took out two suitcases and placed them on the bed. Slowly her plans became clear in her mind.