Three hours later, Nick's thoughts were drowned with beauty. Young, fresh beauty smiled at him and wiggled little, lovely buttocks in tight skirts and bounced huge breasts against tissue-thin sweaters.
No fewer than half a dozen girls had openly propositioned him, if he would give them the part, and one girl had even tried to sit on his lap. But somehow they did not really get to him, and he sat now, and talked without really concentrating, to a seventeen-year-old model who was batting her eyelashes and babbling away and twisting in the chair so that her ample body strained against her knit dress.
Nick was polite and went through the whole routine of having her walk around the room and then read the copy. But he had already narrowed the choice down to a couple of girls, and knew that either one of them would be perfect. Still, out of courtesy and the outside chance he would hit on something better, he was seeing all the girls.
Jarvis was introducing a new line of sportswear, and they wanted a definite girl, one with a good body, and definite sex appeal, yet one with a pretty but not overtly sexy face, the kind of girl who could be a cheer-leader in any school in the country and would excite people, yet would not have that come-right-to-bed look.
This girl had enormous breasts and she looked cheap and her lipstick was too gaudy and suddenly Nick got tired of listening to her jabber the reasons why she was sure she could handle the job.
He interrupted her and fed her the we'll-call-if-we-need-you routine and ushered her from the office. There were no more girls outside and he went back to his desk and heaved a sigh of relief and turned to stare at the skyline in the setting sun.
It still seemed hard for him to believe that he was engaged to a millionaire's daughter. Nick had come from a poor family, and had had to work very hard to get where he was now. And Julie had always had someone wait on her hand and foot. There were dozens of men who would have given their right arm to marry her, and for reasons even Nick didn't quite understand, she'd chosen him.
Nick certainly didn't have to chase her, either.
In fact he sensed her infatuation with him the moment they met. He played his cards right, never letting her know how much he wanted her, until it was she who made the first move, taking him in her arms in her father's apartment and pressing her lips hungrily against his. But that night, a kiss was as far as they went.
A few weeks later, after a number of lunches, dinners, and cocktails together, Nick managed to invite Julie to a party at the apartment of another executive at the agency. He knew that every single man at the party would be chasing Julie, but by this time, he was sure she was his. That night, he planned to steer her back to his apartment, and make it official.
Nick had taken Julie to a cozy restaurant for dinner before heading for the party. After two drinks, Julie was ogling him across the table, squeezing his hand in hers as they chatted. The slightest physical contact – holding hands or Nick's arm about her waist – seemed electrifyingly intimate to the both of them. Nick was sure that once they were alone, he was going to take her to bed. And once he'd taken her to bed, he knew she would be his alone.
At the party, Julie had been frequently separated from Nick. Everyone seemed to be vying for her personal attention – especially the men. Julie often discovered herself in the center of a group of leering men. But Nick was always close at hand, ready to whisk her away at the right moment.
Nick knew that Julie's status with the company was, only part of the reason for the attention. After all, she was very beautiful, very sexy, and totally unattached. True, she was a bit spoiled, and always insisted on her way, but Nick felt he could control her. He suspected that what she really wanted was to be treated roughly, to be pawed by a young man who wasn't afraid of her father. Men like that were hard to find in Julie's life. Even Nick had to admit to himself that he trembled in her father's presence. But he wasn't going to let her know that.
The party was only half over when Nick pulled Julie in a corner. She had drunk a lot, and it showed. Nick decided the time had come to make his move, and he was sure she was ready.
"What do you say we leave this jungle?" he whispered in her ear.
The music and voices were loud.
"I'd love to," she sighed dramatically.
They escaped without a word to anyone and fled out into the street. The cool air was like heaven after the foul, heavy, smoke-filled apartment. They walked silently, arm in arm for a few blocks, then Nick hailed a passing cab.
"My apartment, okay?"
"I'd like that." Her voice was husky.
Nick gave the driver the address and they sped away.
Thankfully, they had reached his small but smartly furnished bachelor apartment at about ten-thirty. Somehow she was glad it wasn't one of those extremely luxurious apartments – she would have been disappointed. It was exactly as she had envisioned his apartment to be like. The coloring of the decor was mainly in wood-tone shades of mahogany brown and tan with dashes of color here and there. A long marble-topped coffee table sat in front of an immense black sofa. The drapes were of a rich-textured fabric, the design in black and white.
"Your hobby by any chance isn't interior decorating, is it?"
"No," he laughed, obviously pleased that she was pleased. "But I did choose all the furniture." She screwed down the corners of her mouth and raised her beautifully shaped eyes and said, "I'm impressed."
"I hoped you would be." He looked at her.
"Would you like a drink?"
"I don't think so," she whispered, and through the whisper she could hear her voice shake.
"What would you like?" he asked.
"I'd like you to take me in your arms," Julie said with a slight smile.
She felt her knees grow weak as he approached her. He slid his arms around her and pressed his lips very gently against hers.
"Is there anything else you want?" he murmured.
"I'd like you to make love to me, in the bed," Julie replied. "I'd like you to make love to me every way you can."
"I'd like that."
He kissed her again, his hands roaming up and down her back. She felt a surge of excitement when she realized that, within minutes, she would be naked in bed beside him.
"Let's go into the bedroom, darling," he whispered as he caressed her ear.
They walked hand in hand from the room and stepped into Nick's bedroom. It too was smartly, plainly furnished.
"You don't know how I've looked forward to this moment, every second of today," she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"And I have too."
Nick turned on a pinkish light on the bedside table, then flicked off the bright overhead light. The room was bathed in a flattering, soft, rosy glow.
Her heart was racing, her every nerve tingling, as Nick closed the drapes and then sat down on the bed beside her. He took her in an embrace, their lips met softly, their tongues intertwined in her mouth.
"I want to see your body," Nick murmured. "All of it."
Her knees were still wobbly as she stood up. She took a few steps away from the bed, then caught her image in a mirror on the wall. She could barely see herself in the faint pink light. Blood coursed furiously through every vein in her body. She turned and looked at Nick.
He was seated at the edge of the bed, eyes wide. Obviously he was looking forward to her performance. And she wasn't going to disappoint him.
Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned her dress. Then she pushed apart the sides of the garment and eased it off her shoulders. The dress fell to her waist, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her tits encased in a tight wrap of black lace.
Swirling her hips slightly, she let the dress fall to her ankles, then stepped out of it, picked up the garment, and draped it over the back of a chair. Nick followed every movement of her doughy buttocks as they quivered under her thin black panties.
Feeling his eyes all over her, she reached behind her back and undid the bra clasp, then pulled the cups from her chest. Her firm, fleshy tits wobbled forth, bare, white, satiny, the nipples pink and puffy in the colored light.
Her long, lean legs shone like ivory in the light, her smooth, unblemished calves and sleek thighs shimmered as she stepped barefoot to the chair and dropped her bra. When she turned, her tits were quavering gently, the crevice between them deep and faintly strewn with freckles.
Julie glanced at her figure in the mirror as she slid her black panties down her thighs. Her back was narrow, her spine a deep groove in the tanned flesh. The groove of her spine seemed to merge smoothly with the deep crack of her ass. Her waist was slender, her belly taut and flat, her navel deep, her hips wide, her bush a tangle of black, downy hair. Julie knew she was a beautiful woman. And tonight, she was very glad of it.
Her tits bobbed lightly as she stepped toward the bed, stark naked. His eyes danced all over her body.
"You're so gorgeous, Julie," he murmured in adoration.
He stood up and she reached the bed. But she spoke before he could take her in his arms.
"Your turn, darling," she said.
She sat down on the edge of the bed as Nick started to strip. He pulled off his shirt and slipped down his slacks, tossing them over the chair with her clothes. She watched his broad, muscular back ripple as he bent over to remove his socks his tan, flat belly and taut buttocks gleaming like marble. His legs were sinewy, lightly flecked with hair, his chest broad and darkly tanned. The bulge in his underwear was unmistakable.
Her eyes were fixed on that bulge as he pulled down his underwear. His prick popped clear, fully erect, long and hard, arched over his belly up to his navel. Blood pounded through the wide, spongy cap, his balls were large and taut underneath, tucked into a hairy sac. His rod sprang up and down as he started toward the bed.
When he reached it, he stopped and looked down at Julie. She settled back, her chest rising and falling slowly, her tits still quivering, her nipples swollen, her milky thighs spread slightly. She smiled, her small, white feet curled up against the blankets piled at the end of the bed. Through the pinkish light Nick could see her black bush twinkling.
He knelt down on the bed and lifted her into his arms. The first contact of their naked bodies left them both breathless.
"You're gorgeous too," Julie whispered.
"God, I'm so hard it hurts," he replied. "Feel it."
She reached down and squeezed his manhood.
"Mmmm, you are hard."
"I've been hard since the minute we stepped into the apartment."
"I want to feel that hardness inside me," she said, stroking the back of his neck.
She lay back, he stretched out beside her, pressing his thighs against hers, his chest crushing her tits, his lips pressing against hers, his hands stroking her arms. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
His breath too was quickening as they kissed, his hard, warm lips brushing against her soft, wet lips. Her tongue edged out, he sucked it into his mouth and then swirled his tongue around it. She let her hand drop to his crotch and felt the firmness of his cock again.
"I want to take you in my mouth, darling."
"Oh, Julie," he sighed.
She pushed him back on the bed. His body sprawled on the cool sheets, gleaming in the faint light. She rose to her knees and ran her hands over his chest and belly.
His long, fat cock pulsed with life as she gripped it. Slowly she lowered her head and caressed his navel, then moved her lips slowly toward his crotch. As her lips neared his tool, she reached for it with her hand again and lifted it upright, then gazed in admiration at the throbbing implement.
The pearly crown was dark and hot, pulsating with lust. Her white fingers closed around the base and loosely jerked on the outer flesh. Nick sighed in rapture when she slid a finger along the shaft and nudged it into his pisshole.
Julie clasped the entire rod in her palm now and quickened her strokes. His hardness was incredible, his heat unbelievable. The shaft was dry as her hand brushed against the swollen, reddened rim of his cockhead.
She looked in his face. His eyes were slightly open, his lips parted, his breath quick. She knew he was waiting for that first caress of her lips. She wasn't going to let him wait very long.
She dropped down and slipped the inflamed crown between her lips, closing them shut behind the crown and then plunging slowly down the vein-wrought shaft. As she slid upward she took the rod in her fingers again. Now the pole was wet and glistening with her saliva.
When she slid her fist along the shaft it moved easily, smoothly, her palm slipping over the bulging crown with the lubrication of her saliva. His balls bounced from the force of her strokes.
"Put it in your mouth again," he sighed. "God, did that feel good!"
With two fingers around the base she held his prick upright and clamped her lips around the cockhead again. Slowly she plunged to the trunk. Nick gasped, then exhaled loudly as he felt inch after inch of his maleness submerged in her heat.
Her lips were soft, buttery, moving down his shaft in the shape of a perfect "O" until his entire prick was bathing in her wetness. Her tongue twirled around the buried cockflesh furiously as it entered and left her.
Julie plunged sharply, quickly now, taking in all the shaft and closing her lips firmly around the base. She rose to the crown again, licking delicately around the knob, then bent the staff somewhat to lap along the seam. When she reached his balls, her tongue shot out to caress them.
Nick gasped again when she took his balls in her mouth and closed her lips. Using her tongue to move his balls around in her mouth, she gripped his prick with her fingers and began stroking. His thighs parted, his breath quickened. She dropped the sac from her mouth and licked up to his crown again, then took his breath away by wrapping her lips around the cap and dropping sharply to the root.
She knew she was drawing his gism steadily upward. But she had no intention of tasting his come not until she felt that hard member inside her. But she wanted to devour his cock, wanted to bite it and lick it and suck it for the rest of the night.
His thighs stiffened as she sucked on his cockhead. When she plunged, he gently pushed her head away.
"Please, no, I'll come," he said. "God, that felt terrific!"
"You taste so good, darling." He pushed her onto her back and began to mount her, but she had other ideas.
"No, not yet, darling. I want to do something else for you first."
She lay down between his legs and turned him onto his side. Nick still didn't know what she was up to. But he caught on quickly when she slid her head between his legs, lifted one of his thighs, gripped his buttocks with her hands and spread them, and then pressed her lips against his hairy ass crack.
He shook violently as he felt her nimble, wet tongue worming along the crack. Her fingers held his taut cheeks apart as she dug in to open his back door, slurping her tongue over his dry asshole. When she spread the tight anus wide and edged her tongue down into his channel, he let out a long, loud, blissful gasp.
Nick's body was twitching with spastic furor as she clamped her lips around his asshole and sucked with all her might. Then she guided her tongue along his crevice, all the way up to the small of his back, then down again until her tongue was nudging his balls.
With one finger running along his crack, she bit down on the hairy sac, and then, with his balls in her mouth, moved her finger to his asshole and crammed it smoothly into the channel.
"Oh, Julie!" he cried.
Working his balls around in her mouth, she thrust her finger in and out of his bunghole, twisting it around inside him to probe his prostate. He was whimpering in ecstasy, shaking his ass. Suddenly he rolled over on his belly and ground his aching prick against the mattress as she continued to feast on his asshole.
As her finger slid out of his chute, she caressed his balls with her other hand and pressed her lips over his back door again. Like a tiny snake, her tongue edged out and found its way into his hole, twining down as far as it would go. Already his ass crack was filled with her saliva.
Julie pressed her hands against his thighs and urged them further apart, then licked down from his asshole to his balls and flailed her tongue at the hairy nuggets. Nick ground his prick against the mattress more desperately. She could see he wouldn't be able to wait much longer before sinking that cock in her pussy.
Without warning she slipped a hand under his body and rolled him over on his back. Before he could react, she had plunged back on his cock, taking in the entire length of the fat shaft with one swoop.
"God, no!" Nick blurted out. "I've got to fuck you now!"
This time she offered no resistance as he climbed aboard, bringing his stiff rod down on the pillow of her moist black bush. Her arms closed around his back, her thighs shot open, scissoring around his buttocks.
"Fuck me, Nick, fuck me like I've never been fucked before!" she cried out.
"I sure will!" he grunted.
Nick rose to his knees. She opened her eyes when she felt him rise. Still panting, he grabbed hold of her waist and urged her onto her belly, then lifted her ass into the air.
Julie was whimpering too as she felt his hands on her buttocks. She assumed he was about to enter her from the rear. Her cunt was so wet by now she knew she could accept him easily.
But then she felt the hard cap of his cock rubbing along the crack of her ass. When she felt him rip apart her buttocks and press his crown against her bunghole doors, she screamed.
"Nick, are you going to…"
"It's all right, Julie, just relax."
"But I've never…"
"You want me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he muttered. "And I'm going to."
She gasped as she felt the cockhead pressing harder against her asshole. His hands yanked open her buttocks, two fingers shot out to pry open her doors. Then she felt the warmth of his cock enter her asshole as he drove his fat crown through her snug doors.
"That's a girl," he groaned. "You're tight but I'm wet."
Julie was too breathless to answer. She held her breath as he twisted his hips, then let out a wail when she felt another inch of his manhood slice rudely into her bunghole.
He slid back, then pushed again, and this time his prick drilled almost halfway into her anus. Lifting her hips and spreading her cheeks as far as he could, he eased his cock back until the crown alone was left inside her, then pushed hard with his hips. His long prick screwed smoothly into the narrow channel.
Julie screamed loudly as she felt his heat filling her asshole. The tip of his rod seemed to reach places inside her she never knew she had. In fact, she didn't realize he'd crammed his entire pole inside her until she felt his bush bristling against her buttocks and his balls pressed against her crack.
Slowly he began pumping in and out of her asshole, his hips slapping against her buttocks, his balls swinging into her oozing pussy. She was screeching like a wild animal, he was grunting from his efforts, and the bed was rocking and creaking loudly.
Nick sank his fingers in to her waist for leverage and screwed fiercely in and out of her bunghole. He looked down to watch his long, gleaming rod emerge from between her fleshy moons, then watched it disappear inside her again, spreading apart the pink doors of her asshole.
Quickening his strokes, he leaned forward and reached under her body to grip her dangling breasts. The nipples were as hard as his prick when he stroked them. Her head was shaking back and forth, her black hair showering the sheets under her as her body was jarred forward by his rude lunges.
"Nick, oh my God, Nick!" she screamed out, tightening her anus around his pistoning member.
He was pumping very quickly now, slamming her body down onto the bed with each lunge, his bloated rod ripping mercilessly into her asshole. Now her tits were crushed against the sheets, and he moved his hands back to her waist and nuzzled his way through her hair to caress the back of her neck. But she was shaking too wildly now; he could barely hold on.
The slosh of his prick in her asshole filled the room, along with the steady creaking of the bed, the steady, rapid slap of flesh against flesh as his hips sailed hard into her buttocks. Gism shot toward his prick again. It was time to spill it inside her.
He rose to his knees again, lifting her as he did so, and his cock remained inside her. She shook her ass, burying her head in the pillow. He pumped a few more times into her bunghole, then ripped his cock from her anus and drilled it into her cunt from behind with one long, clean lunge.
"Oh NICK!"
Her words were muffled by the pillow as she wailed. He wasted no time, twisting his member around with a circular movement of his hips, lunging sharply and bringing their bodies together with slap after slap of wet flesh.
Again he looked down and watched his prick emerge from her body, gleaming in the pink light. She had her eyes closed, savoring the caress of his balls as they swung against her cunt, savoring every last inch of his member as it bored into her.
Holding on to her seething tits for leverage, he lifted his hips from her ass, then paused with only half of his cock in her pussy.
"No, darling, please don't stop now!" Julie screamed immediately. "I-I'm going to come!"
He resumed his strokes, slicing into her at top speed. Each rapid thrust brought another scream to her lips, another thresh from her thighs and arms. Her head was shaking back and forth as she neared her frenzied end.
Suddenly he rose to his knees again, with his cock still buried inside her. He lifted her legs, and then maneuvered their bodies so that he was standing on the bed, she was arched into the air, her head buried in the pillow, her legs draped over his hips. His hands held her up, his fingers sank into her waist. Now his lunges pushed her forward on the bed, his balls swung freely against her drooling pussy lips.
"Oh my God, Nick! Here it comes!"
He screwed into her savagely, his thighs bulging, sweat dripping from his forehead. His cock was gorging with gism as she flew into the most intense orgasm of her life, slithering on the mattress like a snake as she felt the wave of pleasure sweep her into a near faint.
He drilled hard into her pussy again as she crested then groaned as his cock tensed and finally exploded. The first spurt of his warmth in her cunt brought a scream to her lips. He pumped furiously, his cream coming in torrents, his cock hammering into her so quickly that he whipped her juices into a froth even before her channel was filled with his spunk.
When finally he'd spent his last drop, he eased his cock from her cunt and let her fall in exhaustion to the mattress. He dropped on top of her, pressing his cock into the crack of his ass and kissing her back and neck madly.
Julie gradually regained consciousness. He rolled off her, she turned onto her side and embraced him.
"Nick, I've never…"
"Yeah, I know," he smiled.
They kissed, then Julie curled up in his arms. But he was aware that she would have to leave soon. And he wasn't going to waste any time. After they had lain together for a while, he began grinding his crotch against her thighs, then, when he was hard again, slid it into her sopping cunt. This time he fucked her for a full half-hour, first on top, then from the rear again, then sat down and let her sit on his prick and bounce up and down on his lap. By the time he spurted again inside her, she'd lost count of her orgasms.