Crystal sat in a banquette in the CELEB room of "Eloise's", the current star restaurant for discriminating New Yorkers. It was like a booth except that it was a semicircle with a high back, a single leather seat, and barely comfortable for six. Seven people had squeezed into it, at the insistence of Gunnar Strand.
Although she considered herself well up on New York ways, she was disconcerted at this slightly drunken brawl of A-C's new customers – the Citizens-Merchants Bank. Somehow she'd always believed that bankers were more sedate than almost anybody. Tonight they were not.
Gunnar sat dead in the middle, facing outward. She sat in the middle of the two men on his left and Leaf sat in the middle of the two men on his right. Of the four bank officials, one was really squiffed, one was slightly squiffed, and two were getting their kicks in other ways.
Those two had their cocks out under the table. She could not believe that it was possible to do this in a public restaurant. The tablecloth quite adequately covered the movements of both her hands. Furthermore, by squeezing seven people into the places for six, things were so tight that it was impossible to see shoulder movements. Add the dim light in the room, the general merriment about them, and Gunnar's expansive monologue – it was easy to do.
Gunnar had cleverly turned the attention to poor Leaf, who was being inundated with sex innuendoes and double meanings that the poor girl hardly understood. It held the attention of the other two men, who were not being jacked off, and covered the squirms and hoots of the two who were.
Earlier, when Crystal received her orders, she squeaked to Gunnar: "You can't mean it. Why, if I touch Mr. Hunt or Mr. Weber, they'll throw their new 1100 out in the street and you and me with it."
"On the contrary, both have indicated to me that they'd gladly give up a couple of supertankers that their bank foolishly funded if they could fuck your platinum-headed brains out. In polite language, of course."
Mr. Hunt headed the Trust Department of C-M. Mr. Weber headed Loans. Strangely, she decided that Gunnar was more interested in Hunt and his trust funds than Weber and his loan funds, whatever wild scheme he'd concocted.
Several weeks had passed since her fateful meeting with Gunnar. Leaf still lived with her and worked for Domino. Leaf had brought Crystal the necessary papers to set up dummy names to receive Domino paychecks, which was Crystal's scheme. Sydney Martin was happy with the sex rationed out to him by Leaf and, once, Crystal, and he was not suspicious. Gunnar paid little attention to this small theft. He had much bigger ideas in mind, and she had to go along with him for now.
It was ridiculously easy for Gunnar to join her tutoring team on this new project. It turned out that he'd crept up on her by getting himself hired by A-C as Security Programmer, a specialist in preventing the misuse of the A-C 1100! As such, he was empowered to enter any project at any time and run checks. He was supposed to look out for just such scams as she had planted in the Domino machine! How he'd managed to document himself into that job was beyond her knowing, but he had always been brilliant, and prison had given him a cutting edge.
"The best cover in the world for a thief is a policeman's uniform," he pointed out to her.
So here he was, affable and charming, pretending to be slightly drunk and ultra genial as the host of the evening, and here were the bankers and here she was heading into an evening of unknown erotic adventures under his direction.
Eloise stopped by their table to trade repartee with the bankers whom she knew, and Crystal guessed that the restaurant owner probably had a big loan out from the C-M Bank chain. There was foreign money behind it, and it was the latest of "hot" banks in the Big Apple.
Crystal stilled her action until the owner left for another table. She was high and hot herself, thoroughly amazed at what she was doing and how Mr. Hunt and Mr. Weber were able to indulge in this weird kind of sex kick.
"Even presidents play pool," had been Gunnar's only comment before he'd crammed them into the banquette.
Per instructions, she waited until dessert to start her aggressions. Naturally both Hunt and Weber knew what was supposed to happen. They seemed to get a huge kick out of what she did. As zippers opened on either side of her, and she sent warm hands inside of flies in her erotic quests, the two men leaned across her to whisper and kid.
"Belly up yet?" asked Hunt.
"Out but not up," laughed Weber.
Her role was to sit poker-faced and bored looking between the two while she kept her hands busy. Gunnar had cleverly focused all the sex kidding on the more obvious girl package, Leaf. He'd borrowed her for the night. The less daring and somewhat squiffed bankers on either side of her thought their side had the real sex excitement as they nudged and rubbed shoulders with her. Gunnar kept the bawdy conversation going at that side of his table, ignoring Crystal and her partners.
"Is it true that some girls have one higher than the other?" Gunnar asked.
"Mr. Strand, I don't know what you're talking about," said Leaf, blushing.
"A guy has only one chance to get one up," said one of her partners.
"Wrong," said the other. "A guy can hang one down lower than the other."
"There goes the old ball game," yipped Gunnar.
This dumb dialogue, accompanied by laughter and nudges, was quite enough to occupy the two innocent bankers, and Crystal thought Gunnar played the part of a not too bright table companion perfectly. He must want to gag at this flat babble, thought Crystal, but he's really hugging himself over the job he's given me to do panded to glory as the gentlemen sipped after dinner drinks. One was longer and thinner than the other. What stirred her was the odd, kinky feeling of fondling cocks right out in public in a situation of a pleasant dinner where she'd been many times without trying anything as tricky as this.
She wondered how far Gunnar expected her to go… in no time at all she had produced two stiff standers, and Hunt's penis throbbed exquisitely, making her mouth dry and her cunt wet. Was she supposed to flower both sexy stems under the tablecloth – or what? Would her two cavaliers come like gentlemen with a sigh and closed eyes, or would they snort like pigs and gurgle, and turn the party into a coarse exhibition?
When she had both cocks nice and stiff and had produced blushes and sparkling eyes on the faces of both Hunt and Weber, she let go for a moment, to show her hands, sip her drink, and try to look natural.
"More bread and butter?" asked Gunnar, eyes twinkling. "I know you're a butter freak, Crystal."
She caught on and nodded. As soon as the attention swung back to Leaf she carefully, coolly buttered one hand lightly and slid it under the table to grip Hunt's cock in a greased palm. Weber buttered her other hand and they were in business…
If the sensations were great when her dry hand whispered along dry cocks, it went to fabulous as her greased palms closed on both pricks to give her under-the-table lovers wild action. Hunt strained up with an audible gasp of pleasure while Weber made a soft, delighted sound in his throat. Her fists pumped greasily on both cocks to make them throb in ecstasy. She felt the silken gloss of preseminal fluid near each cock head. Crystal's forehead went to a light sweat, while her cunt creamed in warm desire-feelings. Whatever Gunnar's game was, this was certainly a sexy way to start it! Hunt reached over and put a hand on her flat belly, then sent it down to dig for her cunt lips. She lifted a little and a long, male finger rode her opening pressing panties and dress tight in her box while she got her own friction thrills.
They hung there like three monkeys on a stick, jiggling a little and feeling the hot sexual responses to the covert masturbation. It began to delight Crystal to realize that she could harvest both cocks and no one would be the wiser.
One of the bankers across the table called: "Hey, Weber, you must really be looped. Your eyes look like marbles."
"Ge-ge-getting there!" gasped Weber. "All the good food – and drink…"
He was almost there, all right. His cock slogged in her hand, fussed and frictioned to the point of bursting. Hunt was not far behind, thrusting up his loins in a more and more open manner.
The danger was that in the crazing moment of explosion both Crystal's lovers might go out of control and create a scene. There was also the mess that the two wildly spurting cocks would create under the table.
"Are you guys all right?" asked the other banker of the two who were being masturbated.
Hunt patted his forehead with a napkin, using his left hand.
"Maybe a little jit-jittery. It's all that coffee."
"Face it," said Gunnar, "Leaf is more fun to kid than Crystal. These Scandinavians take life too seriously." He winked at Crystal.
"No," said Crystal. "This is just the old folks' side of the table. Leaf's only twenty-five."
They all laughed at that and the other two bankers happily devoted their attention to Leaf, one of them pinching her thigh so she squealed while the other kissed her neck and blushed at his daring.
Crystal could put off the inevitable no longer. She was half hot and shivering in delight while her two men were about to peak.
"The computer's going off line," she told Gunnar desperately.
"Look!" he cried. "Talk about celebrities. Isn't that the Mayor of New York that just came in?"
Heads swiveled while Crystal made her decision. She was caught in the game now. She felt a wild desire to top Gunnar's wildness. She slid off the banquette seat. She pulled the top of the tablecloth over her head. Suddenly she was in a gloom world of laps and legs, but there was plenty of room. In the murk the two cocks stuck up like beacons, each gleaming with the grease, looking dark, hard and dangerous.
Up above Gunnar kept the attention diverted. She heard his voice babbling on. She grabbed Weber's prick and sucked it into her mouth. She didn't have much time, so she gave him a hard demand pull. It was sheer ecstasy for that lucky individual. He almost rose in his seat, but she held his thighs down. The cock bucked in her mouth. She felt his sex freeze.
Up above, Weber gripped his glass as his body locked in an exquisite, taken spasm of muscles. He spurted fast, hot darts of male cum, fucking into Crystal's mouth beneath the table.
She almost died with delight at milking off the banker's cock.
"Oh, my goodness!" he cried softly, and gave his spurting liquid to her in hot bursts of pleasure.
As Crystal drank the exploding prick, she rubbed her own cunt and relished the hot, tight contact, getting reckless and careless. She moaned in joy and sucked greedily on the taken cock, determined to empty both males – and let smart ass Gunnar find a way to cover it.
Gunnar did. His hand shot out and set a full glass of ice water tumbling into Leaf's lap across the way. Leaf struggled up with a cry, her two partners coming with her, while all the attention went focused on her sexy little belly, where the men were happy to pat and rub with napkins.
Weber finished his spurts and sank back. Crystal gave his cock a farewell squeeze. Her mouth and throat were coated with rich, virile semen, and she was about to complete a fabulous serial suck, one cock right after the other.
Hunt had the advantage of knowing what was coming and shoved his prick into her mouth in wild delight. She was so startled she let him deep throat her for long moments while she held her breath. That was a wise decision.
His cock felt the smoothness of her indrawn cheeks as she sucked it into the soft slickness of her throat. It burned with wild pleasure as he sensed the deep penetration into the lovely face and body.
"Why – why not?" he gasped in heavenly awe, and let his semen go.
She pulled back so she could lightly munch on his prick meat as he gushed. The secret of a good cocksuck was to give the guy a fairly strong ride, because his loss of aggression in the passive act needed to be equalized by laying a heavy trip on him. A man had once told Crystal that good oral sex always left his cock with an ache afterwards, but it was all pleasure while it happened. The excitement was worth the later distress.
She milked Hunt hard. He went through exquisite pleasures, feeling his cock nerves thrilled beyond their limits, forcing the deep gut spurting reaction. He laid forceful squirts of crazed male pleasure into her mouth, which she drew out of him and swallowed in wild glee. Gunnar might've started this weird action, but she gave it a finish he never dared hope for.
Upstairs, Gunnar managed to keep the confusion going while pretending to help clear up the mess the spilled water created. There was such an uproar that a waiter and a busboy came running, which was fine for Crystal. Everybody stood up, milled around, tilting the table dangerously this way and that, so that she could reappear as if she'd slipped down momentarily and was recovering. She didn't know how Hunt and Weber managed to cover their open zippers and spent cocks, but they did. A few minutes later, order was restored, the party sat down again, all buttoned up, and she was filled with the rich spill of two consecutive cocks. She grinned at Gunnar in triumph.
Gunnar's wolfish face looked annoyed. She saw that he thought she'd carried the game too far – but that's what he got for putting this sort of demand upon her. He wanted her to secretly sex the two men under the table – well, she'd showed him how to do it right!
The only trouble was he had more jollies in mind for the rest of the evening!
"What do you mean – go to the company apartment?" she asked Gunnar angrily when they'd left the restaurant and he drew her aside while the others looked for a cab.
"Just that. I want us locked solid with Hunt and Weber. I can't have one without the other, because they're buddies. The other two don't count."
"I'm no hooker!" she protested bitterly. "I've already done too much for your friends."
"Oh, you'll put out," he told her. "I can make you too much trouble for you to refuse."
"I'm trying to help. You're going too far, Gunnar. You can't have unlimited license with my body, no matter how much blackmail."
He patted her round fanny. "Just tonight, dear heart."
She swung on him furiously, slapping his face with a blow that echoed.
"Not tonight! Not ever!"
His eyes blazed as he grabbed her arm. He told her that they were going to a company apartment that the bank maintained for out of town customers. He told her the address, as Hunt and Weber succeeded in pulling a cab to the curb. She jerked loose from him and began to run, which was possible since she wore a split skirt. Because of her heels she ran on her toes until her calves ached, losing Gunnar and his friends, losing herself in the nighttime crowds of the city that was never still. It felt good – as if she ran from her dangerous past and her even more dangerous present.
Gunnar was insane if he thought she would…
She wished she'd gone on with Leaf and the other two for a tour of night spots. There'd be a lot of kidding and fast talk but nothing serious in sex would happen with that innocent group.
It took no great brains to see Gunnar was too reckless to ever pull off a successful computer theft. He was bright enough, but took sex too seriously. Her plans were infinitely subtle, carefully worked out so that she siphoned off small amounts and transferred the losses from one budget to another until it became a tax deduction. If a certain amount was going to be sent to the government in taxes anyway, nobody looked too closely at those deductions. It was already lost money. Whatever the company could save in deductions was most welcome.
The tax people seldom bothered with challenges of a few thousand dollars, especially when the whole company's financial affairs were serviced by a computer. Even tax people thought computers were honest.
She had poured over the company's complete financial set-up for long hours, preparing the way. Once her "Starshell" system started to operate, she was further protected that if a programmer challenged her special accounts she knew of it instantly and could wipe out that part of the computer's memory. Then it was merely a machine mistake, and everybody knew that computer start-ups always meant early mistakes. It took a long time for company executives to get used to a new computer and work the bugs out.
But Gunnar – too reckless – too impulsive. They were bound to get caught. It was bitter, bitter to have just set up everything so nicely and then have this madman nail her!
She walked a few more blocks, calming down, remaining lost in the misery of her entrapment. Then she hailed a cab and went to the address of the company apartment.
Gunnar expected her, the crud! He merely gave her his insolent grin.
"I knew you'd come, but I didn't know how long it would take."
"How did you know, Gunnar?" she asked wearily, defeated.
"You think I'm stupid, Crystal. The challenge is – if I'm stupid, you're smarter. If you're smarter, you should be able to outfox me, save yourself, shake me off, and come out clean."
"That's correct." Give him his points.
"I accept the challenge. Now take off your clothes."
"I will not!"
He caught her by the hand and led her into the apartment living room. The place was big, elegantly furnished, but impersonal. Hunt and Weber both jumped up with anticipatory smiles. She stood there like a fool, listening to an argument break out between the two friends as to who would be first. Talk about a girl being set up as a piece of meat! She spun on her heel to go, but Gunnar, who'd listened to the debate with a delighted grin, caught her arm.
"Crystal has a great idea as to how we can settle who's first," he said. "We simply turn off the lights and each man gropes in the darkness for the prize. The first one who catches her undresses her and takes off. I've already locked the doors so she can't cheat."
"What!" she cried. "Why I never – that's ridiculous – you-you…"
Even while she sputtered Gunnar slid to the walls and cut off the lights. The last thing she saw was the two faces of the astounded men, surprised as she was by Gunnar's game. Then she found herself in pitch blackness.
Hand it to Gunnar! He'd thought the whole thing out ahead – her protests, a way to get her stripped and into the action. The men were big and strong. They could strip her all right and probably fuck her, too. Gunnar didn't have to rough her up or do any of the dirty work.
"Gunnar, you bastard!" she shrieked. Then she heard the whisper of movement and began to run around the big living room in desperation. The girl hunt was already on. She bit her lips against her rush of anger. If she was to save herself, she'd have to be quiet and clever. She immediately adjusted to the new situation, discarded her shoes, and tossed them on the rug for someone to trip over. Sure enough, Weber did almost at once. He and Hunt got a big kick out of this game, once the first surprise was over – calling to each other and laughing.
"I can see better than you in the dark, Hunt. You're a loser," said Weber.
"You move too slowly, Weber. You'll never make it," retorted Hunt.
The apartment was really pitch black. Gunnar must've arranged that ahead of time. The two bankers quickly caught on that talking and sounds of movement alerted their prey. Suddenly the room became very silent.
Crystal drifted toward the spot she was sure there was a door. Maybe if she pulled it back and crouched down… Dammit, here she was playing Gunnar's game. So were the others. Maybe he was smarter than she thought.
She heard the two men moving about the room, occasionally bumping into furniture and giving muttered curses. Then she was swept off her feet by strong arms. She knew at once it was Gunnar. He bore her swiftly through the door into a bedroom.
"Gunnar," she gasped. "How the devil…"
"Smell," he said. "Your perfume."
The fight on the bed in the blackness was short and fierce. She inflicted a few scratches, and lost her clothes, every stitch, in about one minute. Gunnar, the beast, had already stripped and was hard, of course.
Gasping, she rested for a minute. "I think I can put you in jail for this," she said hotly.
"Sure you can," he said brightly. "Just go to the police and tell 'em who you are – and who I am…"
"Damn you…"
There was no more time for words. He pulled her, struggling on top of him, spread her legs, and jabbed his stiff cock at her cunt. She almost died of astonishment as he violated her. Why, her cunt was hot and wet-really flowing.
"Gunnar, you beast…"
It was partly anger and partly a moan of pleasure. She'd been heated up at the restaurant and her hungers had not been fed. The emotional excitement kept her nerves keyed up. The darkness was what had turned her on, however. Who could resist getting excited when there was a sex game going in complete darkness?
He fucked up into her body and she felt her cunt welcome him with hot friction. On some animal level she did want the feel of a prick, dammit. It was the one weakness of spending so much of her time in brain activities – she forgot she had a body and that her body liked pleasure, never mind the moral source of it. She gave an exasperated laugh. "Gunnar, you know those two would wire me up."
"Only that it was probable. Ahhhh."
"You're cheating on your own game."
"Being second and third with you, honey, is as good as first with most women," he said coolly.
She relished his cock plunges, but also had no intention of giving him a lot of free pleasure. She decided that ten strokes would be luscious and quite enough. She stretched out on his big, nude body and kissed him, letting him enjoy full body contact. It also relaxed him.
"Maybe just this once…" she gasped.
"I'm soooo ready, baby. I died all through dinner watching the others get it. But you were too wild with that suck at the end."
"Funny Hunt and Weber didn't complain."
He grunted. She thrilled – nine and ten.
He was so relaxed now that she was able to jerk upwards, uncock him, and slip off of his body in the darkness all in a smooth motion. One second she was there and the next she was gone.
"Goodbye, Gunnar…" she laughed.
She crouched down, going through the door. That was a mistake because she ran right into one of the other men. He had also crouched down to sweep the rug with his hand. While Gunnar cursed and fumed back on the bed, the second man seized her and stood her up right at the door jamb.
She had always heard it was possible to do it standing up. This was the first time in her life that anybody had tried it on her. He – it was Weber, the shorter man – just stood her against the wood and got between her legs.
"Why waste time?" he chuckled and drove his stiff cock up into her.
It shocked her to have a second male hard-on ravage her within minutes. She felt herself pressed flat against the doorway and the thrill of Weber's round prick digging up into her.
"I'm not supposed to d-do this," she complained. "I'm a computer expert, not a…"
Kisssss. The meaty smacking sound resulted from his burying his mouth on hers. She surged against him in surprise, felt his deep cock penetration, and began to fuck off against him in spite of herself. With his hot tongue roaming around in her mouth and that sweet friction down below, it began to look like she was going to learn what a standing up fuck was. Imagine being stood up against the wall, naked, in total darkness, and being cock reamed by a man you hardly knew. It was so crazy that she got a little excited and moaned as she felt sexy rushes clear down into her legs and up her torso. They were doing it standing up, all right!
Gradually Weber folded into her arms, driving his prick up her as he took most of her weight. He was in his forties, yet he seemed to have superhuman strength to handle her. It was a tribute to her beauty that he developed all that power. He really wanted to ream it off in her and make her. His excitement added flames to her excitement.
She felt her nipples go into his devouring mouth as he ate her breasts greedily. Hot sensations shot down her body to give her that overall feeling of being completely fucked and taken.
"Ah, Georgie," she gasped. "Ah, my God!"
What Gunnar had started, George Weber expanded, driving that hot prick into her and turning her on like fury. She gave a small leap and circled her legs around his hips so that he held all of her weight, with the happy result that his cock seemed to grind deeper into her body. She clung to him and turned him into her fucking machine.
"Ahhhhh, sooo good!" she thrilled.
"Quiet," he hissed. But he was also groaning and moaning.
He felt strong enough to fuck the heels off this sexy woman even if she weighed three hundred pounds. Her Scandinavian beauty was fabulous, and he connected every bit of muscle and erotic fervor into his fuck.
They clung, keening, loins plunging, crazy hot, his rod reaming and digging into that tight, soft cunt, while she felt her body opened up as he whipped her to the first feelings of ecstatic orgasm. His grunts grew deeper. He, too, began to reach the hot, itching stage of glazing animal pleasure.
That was as far as they got, because Mr. Hunt heard the sounds and found them in the dark.
"You cheated!" he cried, his voice suddenly jumping at them from the dark. He grabbed George Weber and pulled him backwards with such force that he unsealed the sex coupling and Weber spun back into the darkness with a cry of anger and disappointment. Crystal whined at the loss of the sexy contact.
Henry Hunt caught her up and walked her across the living room in the blackness.
"Never mind, child. I can give you a better time than that meathead."
Their knees bumped into the long sofa, enabling Hunt to push her down on it to take his own turn.
Crystal was dazed. The hard struggle in losing her clothes to Gunnar had depleted much of her strength. The shock and good feeling of Weber's attack and successful penetration made her hungry for the relief of her aching vagina. It shamed her to think that a third man, inside of minutes, would penetrate her cunt, but as Hunt lowered his big body on her she thought it was easier to take him than to resist.
His cock was long and rock hard. There was a breathless moment while he spread her legs and found her cunt. Then he shoved with a happy grunt, giving her the hot feel of the third cock to invade her body in this wild experience. Just the same, the hot sexy rushes that had been interrupted resumed again.
"Just do it, do it," she muttered.
"Oh, baby, baby, you know I'll do it. I've waited all night for this chance!" he hissed. As far as she could see there was no guarantee that he'd be anymore successful than Gunnar or George Weber. One or both of them could stop this action, and the whole thing could start over.
Yet she really began to relish the sex now. The sofa was soft and comfortable, the pitch blackness added sweet pleasure to the sex, as if she and Henry were doing something so naughty that it had to be done in darkness. Henry's plunging member was better than George's, or he used it better. Each hot thrust set her heart to pounding and her pleasure nerves to singing.
"You've g-g-got it good. Keep it good," she encouraged him.
"You and me – we're special for each other," he told her. He brought his naked belly down on hers so she felt the hot seal of their nude bodies. Her nipples flamed as he resumed the suck George had started. Oh, they were sensitive!
"Ah, Uh, Uh, Uh," she gasped.
The lights came on. For several moments she wasn't aware, because her head thrust back, her loins drove with meaty, satisfying plunges against Henry's cock, and her eyes were closed. She savored the deep belly thrills of Henry's fuck and felt her body lifting, lifting to the incredible, impossible moment of orgasm.
She opened her eyes. Both Gunnar and George Weber stood there, watching. Neither one of them made any attempt to interrupt the action that Henry gave her. She stared at them through a thin haze of luscious passion, resenting a little their voyeurism, but too far gone to stop her part of the action. Henry, reveling in the springy, hard nipples, also paid no attention.
"Gunnar, you did this…" she started.
At that point an ugly suspicion seized her, rushed to a horrible certainty, and she surged up against Henry in the realization of what had really happened.
"It's a con!" she cried. "It was a con game on me from the first."
"What's she saying?" asked Weber of Gunnar.
"Beats me," said Gunnar. "She does have a suspicious mind, though."
"You planned it all ahead. You knew I'd never agree to stripping and sex. The fight between George and Henry was – is – fake…"
She had to stop now as Henry's prick made her grunt in ringing joy as he whipped her closer to orgasm.
"It was all planned," she went on. "Gunnar to strip me and turn me over to George, who'd lose me to H-Hen – Oh, oh, oh. Henry here!"
"Why would we do that?" asked Gunnar patiently.
"I'd have no time to protest. I'd get all hot with the kinkiness of having three different guys c-c-c-cock into meeeee. Oh!"
"You see?" said Gunnar to George. "I told you she had a suspicious mind."
"Well, anyway, we might as well leave the two lovers in peace," said Weber. "I do like a cozy domestic scene."
"I'm not much for sentiment myself," said Gunnar. Then coolly he walked over naked to a chair and sat down. He picked up a newspaper and began to read it. His big cock was still stiff, but it disappeared behind the paper.
George was not so cool. He sat on the edge of another chair, watching them with hot eyes, occasionally jogging his hard prick with her dried juices on it, waiting his turn.
She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. Gunnar had plotted her emotional reactions as surely as a computer could chart a graph. He expected her to run and she did, after the dinner. He knew she'd come back to the apartment out of curiosity. He knew she'd resist a cold dive into sex and had invented an interesting game based on the fake argument between George and Henry to distract her while they ripped off her clothes and started the sex. What woman could resist being fought over? Henry had been the chosen winner from the first – and here she was, taking Henry's hot prick into her cunt like a good little girl less than a half hour after coming here.
The other way the men might've argued for two hours, wasting time and good liquor to bring her to this point. In point of fact, Gunnar mastered her as easily as she mastered Leaf Campbell!
What was she going to do about it? She groaned, yet her groan was mostly pleasure. She was going to let Henry have her cunt, because there was no way she could escape the deep hungers in her body that the men had stirred in her. Their methods might be uncouth, but the results were fantastic.
"Should've foreseen this," she muttered to Henry. "I – ohhh, my goodness – I won't be a poor loser."
"Honey, you're a winner," the delighted Henry gasped. It was fabulous how much difference there was between an older, ugly woman's cunt and the sweet insides of a stunning girl like this. Henry was in the eighth heaven of the human condition – perfect sex!
"What would your bank de – depositors think, if they knew?" she gasped.
He laughed. "The C-M Bank is a modern bank. We aren't stuffy – not at all."
That was the end of the conversation. Her animal needs possessed her and she grunted in joy, thrusting up…
She felt a touch on her shoulder.
"Please?"
George Weber looked almost pathetic, standing by the sofa, hungry eyes burning on hers, hot desire suffusing his features. The poor old guy really felt bad about being left out of the sex after that hot beginning.
She felt absolutely fabulous with that hot prick taking her. She relented. She beckoned to him. His face broke into happy smiles as he brought his hard-on to her like a boy with a pet for his mother to enjoy. She sucked it into her mouth.
The taste of his cock meat in her mouth almost blew her to orgasm. She realized that she was into kinky sex of a sort she'd never tried before – servicing two men at once. The thrusts of the fucking cock down below felt more delicious as she was able to suck on the stiff rod up above. The press of the two men so close to her, their grunts and gurgles, the feel of her power to drive them crazy with her body, excited her. It was really fantastic!
"Mmmmmmm. Wild," she sighed.
"George, you jerk – don't sp-spoil my – my…"
"It's making her hotter, you nincompoop, don't you see?"
"Hooo, hooo," exclaimed Henry. He had begun to reach his own animal state where his delighted, glazed cock had had too much. He felt surges of deep feeling far inside his body as the boiling contents of his sex reservoir steamed up to the bursting point. Already he knew that this would be the greatest emission of his life.
George did not have the cunt friction – but he did have the outrageous feel of her teeth and tongue to add fires to the suction of her mouth. That devilish little tongue went into ceaseless action, reaming and rimming around the head of his shaft where the thick pleasure nerves lived – and they went wild. The bony ridge of her teeth made him gasp with rushing joy and strain up on his toes as he felt his sex juice break into a roiling boil.
Henry wouldn't admit it, but the sight of his best friend having his cock sucked inches from his face, digging into that beautiful blonde face of the girl, added heat to his seething desires. He began to miss strokes as his eyes got big and his body began to lock as he reached the magnificent point of bursting.
"Oh, Crystal, you're fuuuuucked!" he cried.
She gave a whimper as she saw and felt him reach the tight, impossible and utterly delicious moment of his sex death. She loved the way his body locked into a paralysis and he gave a deep animal groan of pleasure.
Her own body tensed. Her belly glazed over with the outpouring of good feeling as her own sex nerves overloaded and she strained up to meet him. She had to lose George's cock, but there was nothing she could do about that.
"Ah, Henry. I'm goiiiiing, I'm cummiiiiing, too!" She shrieked.
They made it together, her cunt gripping on his blade and flexing in runs of joy, ecstatic and luscious. She just floated out of her body and away in her paroxysms of joy. The double sex made it all the better. He gripped her tightly and seeded her cunt with guttural grunts, earthy and passionate.
"Aieeeeee," she gulped.
"Uh, Uh, Uh. Ohhhh. Uh, Uh, Uh," he sighed.
It was a perfect mating with each unleashing the total capacity for good feeling in the other. Time and again Crystal lifted her butt to take his glorious gushes of sperm and to glove his rod and throb hungrily on it, getting her own relief and joy.
"Ahhhhhhh."
For Henry Hunt it was perfect because, for once, in a world where things seldom came off as good as he hoped, he got his full measure of enjoyment. Crystal Locke was every bit as passionate, as sexy and as feminine as he'd hoped. Maybe more so.
Naked, she lived up to the promise of her clothed body, flawless and fuckable. She was just enough animal to be broken to cock when you took her over and just enough virginal to excite the desire to plug her trim little belly and make her take a full flood of seed.
He worked it off into her belly with ecstatic pleasure, laying every ounce of his manhood deep in her guts, holding back neither his boiling, body hot sperm, nor his depths of passion. She was total; she got total.
When he tapered and his cock spurts turned into the happy, euphoric glow of aftersex, he expired happily, pulled his cock out of her, and rested, as if he were floating on clouds near heaven.
"Best – I ever had," he admitted.
Crystal was likewise both exhausted and glowing. The men had crazed her body with sex flames and finally let Henry quench them, and the relaxation was tremendous. She felt like a queen with all that semen pumped into her body. But she reached up and took George's cock to finish him.
"Permission?" he asked.
She looked up at him and her eyes widened. Then she laughed in exasperation.
"Why, George – yes, if you must."
He fucked into her right over Henry's jissum. It was the most fantastic sex experience Crystal had ever had in her life. The double lubricant in that tight cunt was like liquid silk. George's cock throbbed fantastically, sealed inside her cunt.
"Oh damned!" he cried. "I've never felt anything like this in all my life."
"Neither – have I…" she gasped.
She'd just finished orgasming, but the feel of a new prick riding on the steaming passage so well-oiled with juices made her heat up to juice some more. Talk about lascivious, demented sex. The physical sensation was absolutely crazing.
"Oh, oh, oh – you're so hard – hot…"
"Slippery, gorgeous – un – beee – leeev – able," he gasped.
His loins plunged fast, as if he feared she'd change her mind. There was no chance of that. She was enraptured with this new physical sensation of being fucked right on top of another man's sperm. She dug her heels into the couch and drummed up on Weber's prick with faster and faster motions.
"You two nuts are freak-crazy," laughed Hunt, watching this new exhibition. "Isn't that right, Gunnar?"
"Crystal Locke," said Gunnar from behind his paper, "is the hottest cunt who ever touched New York town – if you can get past her stupid ego."
"Oh, youuuuu," she protested. But it was no time for anger. The lusciousness of this new fuck thrilled her.
It was impossible for the action to last for long. Weber had been in a state of high stimulation from the moment he'd fucked into the girl at the door, standing her up to take his prick. Then he'd enjoyed the sight of her magnificent body being screwed by his friend and been driven half to orgasm by a luxurious suck. Now he laid it to her cunt on the slick bed of sopping juices.
She was at once tight and very slick. The friction seemed to burn through his cock shaft and fuse his brain with pleasure.
"I – oh, I can't believe this. Take it. Take it!"
"George!" she cried. "I feel it deep.Oh, Oh, Oh!"
It wasn't so much a new orgasm as a continuation of the one she'd just had. All of the sex thrills were just too much. She tensed for Weber and thrust up and gave a long cry of happy distress. Her cunt began to flex again on his shaft, which had already glazed.
"Here it comes!" he shouted in high excitement. Then he gave an exquisite grunt of completion.
"Ah, Eh," she gulped as if a knife had been pressed into her flesh to make a delicate cut.
George got it off with vigorous spurts of grunting happiness. His explosion was complete and satisfying, feeling as if it came from his toes. Hot male seed spurted from his cock to add to the lubricants in the girl's swollen chamber. He gave in to his body's deepest needs, squirting and jerking like a madman as if the force of his seed would evaporate the jissum already there. It was a fabulous ejaculation. It left him sex-sated and dizzy on top of Crystal's soft, yielding body.
Crystal returned the joy with the last of her own hot cunt squeezes and expired for a second time…
"I was thinking of going home," she told Gunnar a few minutes later as she was dressed again. "I have an early day tomorrow." Her body felt great, but her muscles felt like an old woman's.
"Sure," said Gunnar from behind his paper. "Take a taxi. Charge it to the company."
"I can hardly stand your overwhelming generosity," she said, and left, aware of the adoring looks of the two older men she'd serviced so well.
Just like a stupid hooker, she thought. But she knew she herself was mad. The truth was, she resented Gunnar behind that newspaper, being able to resist all the hot sex. She'd fought against it – but couldn't understand why he wasn't as entranced with her as the other two men. Crazy, crazy!