A month passed, and Joe Orgiurio suddenly became the hottest salesman in the Incidental Insurance Company. No one knew what it was that spurred him on, but he was selling like a demon, suddenly finding himself able to convince people to purchase whole life plans. And the sales were good, binding contracts, usually with annual premiums, so there was no worry about first-year lapses.
Mark Silo was right behind Orgiurio, and the other salesmen began whispering how the two of them were conspiring to drive the rest of them out of the business. But neither Silo nor Orgiurio cared what the others thought.
The truth of the matter was, each had found something to push him on. Each sold as well as he did because he had to make a future for himself. Orgiurio had monopolized all of Mickey's time since that fateful night he and Silo had burst into her home and found her and Jenna eating each other's cunts. And the oddest thing was, unlike all the other girls, Mickey was far from tiresome. The
more he got to know her, the more he liked her. The more time they spent together, the more time he wanted to spend with her. Even being near her while working in the office was a kind of blessing.
Mickey felt the same way about him. Without realizing it, she really was falling madly in love with him. She looked forward to seeing him every morning in the office. And she could hardly wait until after office hours to be alone with him.
Though they fucked wildly most of the time they were together, they soon discovered the pleasure of being in each other's company without getting physical. It was enough just to be with each other. And, as Jenna had predicted, the more they loved one another, the less jealous each became of the other.
But it was Joe who had to learn the final lesson, not Mickey. Mickey was more than content with her relationship with Joe, and no longer thought of seeking out other men. It never occurred to her Joe might still have a yearning to wander, but even if it had, she loved him enough she would have wished him total fulfillment.
Joe, on the other hand, was unable to understand why he was so happy with Mickey. He was used to playing a large field and fucking at least three different women a week. Since making it with Mickey the second time, he had seen her, and only her. True, he had gotten in a lot more fucking with Mickey than he would have with three different women a week. Still, something nagged at the back of his mind. Why didn't he want to fuck another broad? What was happening to him? What made him content to plumb the same cunt night after night?
The questions continued revolving in his head day after day, even tough he did nothing about seeking out other women. Still, it bothered him those times he drove from one insurance
appointment to another.
His problem was finally resolved on a Friday afternoon. He had received a reply to one of the many mailers he sent out. A Miss Adrienne Tanibler had sent back a reply stating her need for an insurance savings plan. Joe had phoned her, set up an appointment with her for Friday afternoon, and when the time came, hurried out there.
He pulled his Corvette up in front of the apartment building whose address was on the reply, and taking his briefcase, went in. The hall had a clean, Lysol smell about it as he examined the mailboxes to see which apartment Miss Tambler occupied. It was one on the first floor. At least he wouldn't have to climb stairs.
Going through the open lobby door, Orgiurio, in his neatly pressed gray suit, strode confidently toward the apartment. When he reached it, he pushed the bell, and a moment later the door was opened.
Before him stood one of the most intriguing blondes he'd seen in a long while. Her hair was very long, running well below her shoulder blades down her back. She was wearing a tight halter of some kind of red and white see-through material, and Joe saw through. He saw trough to a pair of tits larger than those he'd remembered Jenna Murray sporting. He could make out the light-brown nipples and large areolas through the flimsy material, and it set his anxious cock to growing. Her bare midriff was a deep tan, like her face. She wasn't what he would have called beautiful, but she had that sexual aura about her that said "Let's fuck". The hips beneath her dungaree shorts were ample, and she had nice legs. Immediately Joe felt an urge he had suppressed for quite a while, and this time he didn't want to suppress it.
"Come on in,," she invited, holding the door wide.
He nodded and stepped into the living room of a three-room apartment. The kitchen was immediately to the left of the living room. He usually did business in the kitchen, sitting around a table. But he had the distinct impression this was one chick who didn't go for kitchens. Instead, they went directly into the living room and sat on the sofa against the near wall.
They talked for a while, Orgiurio able to determine she was earning a good enough living to afford a small savings plan. But all the while they talked he had the urge to reach out and grab those tits. She knew it, too. He could tell by the amused look in her eyes that she was fully aware of what was happening to him.
Shit! She was a cock-teaser. Who the hell wanted anything to do with one of those?
Surprisingly, she liked his idea of the size of the policy he had to offer, and she accepted the plan, He filled out the application while she made out a check. She signed the app, and he put it away with the check in his briefcase. Then he zipped it up and prepared to go.
"I'll bet you work pretty hard," she said.
"Hard enough," he acknowledged.
"Why don't you rest awhile, unless you have another appointment."
"No more appointments today," he admitted.
"Well then, relax," she offered, getting off, the couch, kneeling down in front of him, and taking off his shoes.
Orgiurio was no dummy. She was making a direct offer. It was straightforward, and he intended handling it the same way.
Reaching down, he grabbed the nape of her neck and hauled her up on the sofa beside him. She came easily, and when he pressed his mouth to hers, he found her lips wide apart, her tongue ready and waiting to do battle with his. Her arms
twined around his neck, squeezing his face even closer to hers, trying to fuse it to hers as if it were molten metal. His fingers were already caressing her shoulders on their way down to the swell of her large, solid tits. And all the while their tongues continued dancing together. He could hear her making tiny, thrilled sounds in her throat.
His excited cock, already hard, became ramrod stiff as it poked against the tight pants of his suit. The woman was already removing his jacket and tossing it on the floor. Wild sensations of desire flooded trough his balls, almost overwhelming him. Odd that a little tingling in the back of his brain kept trying to restrain him. He did his best to ignore it.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she whispered when she was able to pull her mouth from his.
He nodded his assent, and the two rose together and entered the bedroom. It had a large double bed with a window on either side. Adrienne pulled down the shades while he shut the bedroom door. There was no one else in the apartment, but Orgiurio was a man who liked to insure his privacy whenever possible. Then he turned to face her, and saw she had removed her shorts and halter.
She stood in front of him, totally nude, once more making his hot cock strain against his pants. He could already feel the hot, sticky drops of juice oozing out of the pulsing dome, wetting the stretched material of his shorts.
She stood with her legs spread apart, her arms akimbo, thrusting those monumental tits toward him as if daring him to play with tern. The tip of her wet pink tongue raced across her lips.
The wet lips of her cunt protruded toward him, also, barely hidden by the blonde fuzz on her snatch. He could see the pink gash between the pouting lips of her cunt, and in the afternoon sunlight the juice leaking from between them made
everything glisten with a shimmering sheen. Those high, perfectly oval boobs stabbed out at him like twin hillocks waiting for the caress of his hands.
Orgiurio stared at her and once again shut out the little signal at the back of his brain. Her hands were already sliding up and down her taut body, stroking her belly and massaging her sweet cunt. When she got to her throbbing cunt, she began to stroke it, whispering, "Come on, take it, its all yours.
Orgiurio waited no longer. He removed his clothing hastily, revealing his long, thick, hard cock to her. He could tell by the way her eyes bugged out that she hadn't expected anything quite that long.
"Oh Christ!" she muttered. "Let's not waste time with preliminaries. I want that thing buried in me to the hilt!"
She lay down on the bed, parting her tanned thighs, revealing the full pouch of her trickling cunt in all its beauty. Orgiurio hopped onto the bed beside her, sweeping her into his arms, crushing her mouth to his, feeling his throbbing cock rub against her thighs. Shit! She smelled good, really good, and he didn't give a damn about whatever it was his mind was trying to convey. All he knew was that he wanted her and he wanted her now.
Her soft tits shoved themselves against his chest as he rained hot, heavy kisses on her face and throat. His hands moved over the fullness of her luscious globes, then slid down the flat plane of her belly and around to her tight- ass. He cupped her asscheeks, then squeezed them hard. She responded by breathing hotly into his ear. Her tongue flicked in and out, driving him crazy.
Her hand was reaching down between their tightly crushed bodies, seeking and finally locating the solid hardness of his cock. He shuddered as the
hot tips of her fingers surrounded his solid prick, and once again their mouths came together as their tongues beat violently at one another. Still holding his stiff cock, she ground her pelvis against his, hard, letting his balls feel the wet, slick promise of her oozing cunt slit. Then she jerked herself backward, tugging herself underneath him, spreading her thighs as wide as possible, impatiently waiting for his cock to attack.
One hand was running wildly up and down his body while the other constantly tugged his cock into position, finally nosing it into the fur-lined crack of her parted cuntlips. She arched her body for an instant levering his weight up along with hers. Then with one hand she used her fingers to part her pussy lips even wider while the other had forced the nozzle of his great flesh hose inside. His shivering cock made strong contact with the soft inner flesh of her steaming cunt, and then rammed in the rest of the way, making her gasp with delight. The full length of his cock now lay simmering in the sodden, flaming depths of her cunt.
Orgiurio continued kissing her, letting his hands run up and down her spine, counting the little bones making up her backbone. She pressed her full, swollen tits against his hairy chest, then rippled her belly until it pressed against his, feeling her teeming cunt suck his full length of solid prick all the way in again and again. He could feel her muscles straining under her tanned flesh. She moved as it she had been constructed simply for fucking and nothing else. Her entire body moved sinuously in a mad fucking beat.
"It feels good in there," she whispered.
"Why?" he asked, curious as he began pumping long, heavy strokes into her.
"Because I need a good cock," was her reply. "Am I asking too much of you?"
Breathing heavily, his. mind on fire, that nagging in his brain still bothering him, Orgiurio shut his eyes, crushed his mouth to hers, and throwing most of his weight forward, let his hands slide down until they'd cupped the full, solid cheeks of her ass. It forced her juicy fuck hole even more tightly against his body, and he could feel those sucking cuntlips trying for his balls. He rammed his cock in and out of her soaked slit, feeling it grow hotter and more aroused as her passion increased. Her hips began a mad rotation against his throbbing prick, until her calves, suddenly and without warning, lashed out on either side of him, locking themselves against his ass, squeezing him even more tightly against her.
He began ramming his flaming cock into her with uncontrolled urgency, matching the grinding force of her aching cunt, groaning as he felt her hands caress his ass and press into his crack as his pumping cock continued chugging through the full dept of her sucking snatch. His pelvis could feel her light, fleecy muff tickle his pecker base. The pressure in his balls was overwhelming, and he knew he couldn't hold it back any longer. Shit! If she couldn't come now, it was her tough luck. He was going to blast his cum into the deepest part of her cunt, and right now.
Flexing his hips with a maddening thrust, he drove his mighty, steel-hard cock as far into her sucking pussy as he could, shoving it into the wetly gaping maw of her gobbling, prick-swallowing cunt, slamming it home with spine-splintering force.
"Ohhhhh Jeeeesussss!" she screamed beneath him, a scream of total animal passion.
Orgiurio felt her flaming, slavering cunt slide slickly and burningly up around his prick, as if it were actually swallowing it whole, pulling it into the far reaches of her belly. Her oily cunt walls greased the way. The swollen head of his cock was
slamming into the neck of her womb, harshly and angrily ramming against the cervical opening as if trying to get inside. His balls were tight and drawn up into his body, squeezing into his groin with such pressure they would shortly blow up. His fingers squeezed the tanned cheeks of her ass, kneading and all but bruising her fine flesh. She squirmed under him, making him realize how pliant and crushing her tight cunt really was. Her asscheeks bounced up from the bed, matching her need for him as he continued slamming viciously into her. He didn't give a damn whether or not she came. All he cared about was whether or not he'd be able to get his own rocks off.
"You really know how to fuck," she breathed, matching every stroke of his with a counter thrust of her own. "Just keep shoving it in deep and hard, just like that. I'm almost there."
He knew she was going to come. He knew it as certainly as he knew his own orgasm was at hand. Well, hell! It looked like he hadn't lost his touch with other women after all. It should have made him overjoyed, but it didn't. That little part of his brain was annoying him, chastising him, shaming him for using his cock on this strange woman when he had the most perfect female in the world waiting for him later that evening. Damn! Damn! Damn! When the hell had he developed a conscience?
Adrienne was rotating her lush hips from side to side, thrashing madly around the solid cock lodged in her creaming cunt, pressed as far up into her quivering belly as it would go. Her pussy walls were contracting in time to the rhythmic way he was fucking into her, its multitude of tiny muscles squeezing and crushing, hungrily tasting the swollen cock he continued pressing into her. The watery lips of her down-lined omit continued clutching tightly to the magnificent prick riding
between them, twitching every time they kissed the base of his cock.
Adrienne was groaning wildly, and Joe felt his throbbing cock expand to an even greater thickness and knew this was it. The orgasm could be held off no longer. Her sweaty, clasping thighs held his hips so tightly he would never have been able to move had there not been perspiration lubricating them.
Her face was contorted as her eyes rolled widely open, and then her calves were no longer around his ass, but all the way up almost around his neck, pulling her thighs all the more widely open, exposing more and more of her sensitive inner cunt as she squiggled her hips under him in a crazed, uncontrolled dance of wild rapture, screaming out her climax to him.
Orgiurio felt the hot, spurting cunt-juice of her climax spatter around his stiff cock as he continued to brutally batter her body with his, unable to understand what it was that was keeping the jism from spurting from his cock. Jesus! He was already in pain!
Her cunt convulsed spasmodically, screwing tightly around the solid meat of his punching cock. She was coming again and again, unable to control herself as his prick refused to shrink but continued jazzing into her at a wild rate.
Orgiurio knew he couldn't take much more of this. He didn't dare pull out. If he did, he would have unbelievable pain running through his groin, not to mention a hard-on of epic proportions which would be more than a little uncomfortable in the tight clothing he wore. The tremendous whirlpool of heat swelling his nuts within the contracted sac was completely unbearable. He was gasping, plunging his solid cock so deeply into her, he was sure he had to be hurting her. He had to come! He had to!
And then some deity took pity on him as the
hot, sticky load of yam came spurting from his cock, flooding her anguished, raw interior. Like a balm it soothed the spots where friction had all but worn her inner flesh of her cunt away. His solid cock remained buried in her aching tunnel until he'd unloaded every drop of aim.
When he withdrew, he saw his cock was only partially shriveled. He really wasn't surprised. There had been almost no sensation when he'd popped his wad inside the blonde. The gushing had provided more relief than any kind of pleasure.
The blonde wanted him to stay for another round, thrilled to have found such a terrific cocksman. But he refused, telling her he had to take her application back to the office before closing time.
He dressed quickly, an odd, uncomfortable, sensation still in his nuts, and he bade the blonde farewell, and left. She called after him, telling him he was welcome back any time he pleased. But he knew he wouldn't be back. He could never go back to any other woman without Mickey at least knowing about it.
He was trapped all right. He was so trapped, he'd never be able to make it with another woman without Mickey's prior approval. He realized that now. He was as dominated by her as she was by him.
He hurriedly drove back to the Incidental Insurance office and handed in his application. Mickey was there, working as industriously as ever on the other side of the desk. God! It was so good to see her.
Just before he headed back to his office, she came over and said, "Hi. I see you made the sale."
'!Yeah," he nodded, "made the sale."
His hand was on the counter, and for a brief second she covered it with hers. And all of a sudden the sensation of orgasm, denied him when he was coming earlier, suddenly shot through him.
He didn't shoot again, but he felt the sensation as surely as if he had popped a load.
Christ! He was trapped all right. But somehow he felt as if he'd never want to escape the trap.