"Hello," Greg said when he saw Sara. "Please come in."
"Look here, Mr. Martin, what I want to say to you won't take…"
"A glass of wine?" he asked, cutting in. He turned and took a bottle of wine out of a silver cooler. "This is a very good year," he intoned. "The bouquet…"
With trembling hands, Sara threw her briefcase onto a chair and began fumbling with the catch.
She yanked the papers out, half-spilling them, and thrust them in his face, stopping further comment on the wine.
"You think I'm an idiot?" she shouted, her green eyes flashing with rage.
"As a matter of fact, I don't," Greg said with maddening cool. "That's why I wanted your services. I happen to think you're the best. I think perhaps the two of us could have one hell of a partnership."
"I'd rather go into league with the Devil himself, than…"
"After all, we both love each other," he continued.
"Love!" Sara said, her mouth dropping open. "Love? Now I know you're crazy!" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "The only reason you want me in this business is so you can lord it over me to."
"Then why would I give you equal control?" he asked, taking a paper from his jacket. "Here are the rest of the stock proxies. We, when you sign this, will each have fifty percent of the voting stock."
Sara was stunned. The man had to be a lunatic. She looked at the paper, still unable to believe what he was saying. Was this another of his tricks? No, the contract looked legitimate.
She looked up at his grinning face and felt her knees go weak. Furious now with herself instead of him, she couldn't understand the control he had over her emotions. One moment she was ready to choke him, and now – God, he is even sexier than I remembered!
"I've missed you," he said softly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I've been thinking about you all the time. There hasn't been a day gone by that you didn't…" His voice trailed off as he kissed her.
"Oh, Greg…" Sara murmured, her voice shaking with pleasure. "Why do we do this to each other? You're all I think about. You're…"
"Hush, my sweet," he said, lowering his hands to her swollen tits. He kneaded the taut mounds with his thumbs and forefingers, feeling her delicate nipples throb to his touch. "Just kiss me. Just… love me," he whispered into her mouth.
"Yes!" Sara heard herself say.
Nothing seemed real any more. The only thing that mattered was him – his handsome face, those marvelous shoulders, the way his thick slab of cock was pressed into her belly.
"Oh God, yes!" she said again, lowering her hands to his crotch.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. After tenderly placing her down, he slowly undressed her, then himself. When they were fully naked, he slipped down on top of her, nudging her thighs apart with his knees.
"My God, this is even better than I remembered," he whispered, digging the end of his cock into her steaming cunt. It was immediately engulfed by a hugging, sucking warmth. He flinched with pleasure as he pressed further inside. "Oh baby!" he moaned.
Sara's body was reacting violently as she lay beneath him. It was as if this were the first time she'd ever been fucked. Every cell, every nerve was keyed to this man. And when he maintained full penetration, she felt an explosive orgasm tear into her guts like a pounding fist.
"Yessss!" she screamed, answering all the questions either would ever ask.
Greg stopped all movement for a moment when he heard her cry out, thinking he'd hurt her. He had slammed his prick inside with hardly any thought.
Fool! he thought. I'm going to fuck up all my chances by being top eager!
"I'm sorry," he said. "Did I hurt you?"
It was several seconds before Sara could answer. Again, she realized, that even in ultimate pleasure, they seemed to be at cross purposes. Would they ever see things together? At this moment, however, she didn't care. Just so long as she could have joy such as this.
"No," she answered. "I… I climaxed." She felt almost embarrassed, letting him know in no uncertain terms how he affected her. Five minutes with him and she was already defeated. This time, she didn't care. "You gave it to me," she added, looking at him with naked affection.
"Really?" Greg asked, unable to hide his pleasure. He was grinning almost idiotically, his heart pounding with pride. "I… I…"
"Yes, you, you big lug," she said, brushing her lips against his. "Now, get moving! We've got a lot of fucking to catch up on!"
Sara remembered the first time they had fucked.
How Greg had wanted her like an alley cat, without emotion, without feeling. Their lovemaking, this time, had the same intensity, but now was mixed with care. The combination was electric.
"Oh, Sara," he groaned, trailing his lips over her shoulders, into the hollow of her throat, between her breasts. "I've… I've never been happier!"
He locked his lips around one of her throbbing nipples and pulled it across the roof of his mouth. As he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, he sank his teeth around the silky texture of her tits. He felt Sara flinch, then heard her scream out once more.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried. "I… I don't believe this! It's… too good! God, nothing should be this… unhhhhh! Fuck me! Oh, Greg, fuck! Fuck me forever!"
Greg was amazed that she could get so hot so quickly. She had already had two orgasms and his prick had only been inside her for a couple of minutes. What would happen when he really started fucking? He decided to find out, to hold back as long as he could, to give her all he had to offer.
"Hang on," he said, smacking his lips around her tits. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, they're gonna put it in history books!"
Sara was prepared for anything now – or so she thought. She spread her legs and humped her cunt upward, trying to meet his hard, plunging strokes. Once again she felt the pressure build, and once again she shrieked with an explosive climax. When the pleasure subsided to a dull throb, she remained still, letting him hammer into her body, push her around on the bed like a rag doll.
She tried to think, to name the emotion that was storming through her body, but all thought was impossible. Nothing mattered any more except the delicious sensations that riddled her body.
"Give it to me!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his hips, locking her ankles together. "God, let me have it! Fuck me, Greg… fuck me like you've never fucked before! I'll… I'll never get enough!"
Greg slipped his hands down to her thighs and pulled her legs up, crushing her knees into her armpits. As her ass was tilted upward, allowing him to drive the full length of his dick into her, he bit down on her mouth like a striking snake. He fucked with his tongue and prick at the same time, thrusting both in together. After only a few seconds of this, he had become as frenzied as Sara. His nuts were burning, throbbing painfully.
"Take it!" he gasped into her mouth, knowing his orgasm was only a few quick thrusts away. "I'm ready to shove… a whole fucking… I'm… I'm…Oh! Unh! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Sara's pussy was in a state of constant bubbling turmoil, her muscles locking with spasms around his lunging cock. But when she felt the first scalding splatter of juice smack into the back of her pussy, the pleasures of a few moments before were nothing. Her orgasm this time was almost deadly in its violence, the hot, pangs piercing into her brain like bullets. She gave a long silent gasp, her lungs frozen in total release.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Greg barked, slamming in more wads of jism. He, too, was experiencing savage spasms of ecstasy, emptying his very soul into her body.
After several long moments, each giving and taking, sharing the same enormous pleasure, they fell motionless, unable to speak for a long while. Finally, Greg pulled slightly away and looked at her, memorizing once more the delicate features of her face, the emerald color of her eyes. He kissed her gently and grinned.
"In a way," he began, "I wish we hadn't done this."
"Mmmmmm? What do you mean?"
"I was kinda hoping we could build up to this," he said. "Now everything will be downhill. This was the best!"
Sara returned his kisses, feeling snug and warm. His cock was still pulsating deliciously inside her cunt canal, and she could feel the seeping steams of cum soak the bottom of her hole.
"I know what you mean," she said. "But maybe we can make it just as good if we try." She slipped the tip of her tongue between his teeth. "And there's no time like the present to begin!"
"Anything you say," Greg said as he rolled to his back.
He flipped her to her belly and knelt between her legs, gently raising her ass with both hands.
"Oh, I like it this way!" Sara moaned, feeling his prick jam once more into her slicked-up cunt. "You'll seem twice as big… unhhhh!"
Real blinding pain shot into her body as he thrust forward. Yet as it peaked, making her bite her lower lip, it exploded in warm spasms of pure pleasure. She reached under and cupped his balls pulling them into her cunt hairs, rolling them around to feel the vibrations of his cum against her flesh.
"Fuck me everywhere!" she murmured, arching her back, loving the touch of his skin on hers. "Fuck my cunt, my asshole, my mouth – everywhere!"
Greg pounded into her pussy for several seconds, then withdrew completely. He spread her ass cheeks with hands and lunged the end of his cock into the rim of her shitter. Without pausing, he shoved the entire length of his prick into her until the base of his shaft crunched the bud of her anal entrance.
Oddly enough, there was no pain for Sara, merely a huge pressure inside her body. She squeezed her muscles around his dick and exhaled loudly. Again, she cupped his balls, but this time pushed them inside her cunt. Now that he was totally and completely embedded in her body, she felt a new surge of pleasure. Her cunt canal constricted, giving his nuts a milking squeeze, then it spasmed with a hard, gut-crunching orgasm.
"Aieeeee!" she screamed, her body shaking violently with ecstasy. "Just like… God, yes! Unh! Fuck! Oh… God!"
Greg stayed where he was until her climax had subsided. Then as she relaxed, he withdrew his prick almost to the cockhead before slamming back in. As he did this, his nuts plopped out of her spent pussy, gluing themselves to the insides of her thighs. Once more he lunged forward, driving his cock brutally into her hole. He twisted and writhed his hips as if trying to shove his entire body inside her, holding her shoulders for support.
"Take it, you cockloving whore!" he grunted. "Take every fucking inch and suck it up!"
He began an assault that Sara remembered only too well. His body, became a machine, his cock a delicious instrument of torture, sending her into throes of ecstasy. And when she thought her asshole would explode, he yanked his dick out and plunged it into her pussy. Then for several moments he reamed out her cunt canal, giving it exactly the right amount of stimulation.
"Greg! Greg!" she called out, her insides now erupting to a state of constant release. Every pang was better than the last, each ripple more intense than the one before.
Greg called out her name, too, a simple litany of adoration. And as impossible as it seemed, he was ready to spill his cum in her body. He felt the squeezing wads of cum blast from his nuts, bolting toward his ballooning cockhead.
"Where… do you… want it?" he grunted. "In your pussy… or your…"
"Everywhere!" Sara begged. "Shove it in me all over! Just give it to me! Fuck me… hard! FUCK MEEEE!"
Greg blasted the first of his heavy load into her shitter, but as the second hard jerk throbbed his cockhead to rock-hard stiffness, he withdrew and pounded the next gush of jism into her shitter. Back and forth he fucked, until each of her holes was oozing milky streams of cum. His prick was sloshing noisily now, totally engulfed in hot, tight muscle, awash in his own cum.
After what seemed an eternity of unbridled ecstasy, they collapsed together, gasping for air, Greg moaning softly into her ear. Sara was gently rotating her lips, still enjoying the tight, sensations his cock gave her insides. She turned her head and kissed the side of his neck, feeling his pulse throb to her touch.
"Do you think we'll ever get any work done?" she asked with a smile. "I don't know if I will, if I have to look at you all day. I think my pussy would be melting down my legs all the time!"
"We don't have to work," he said. "We can retire to some little island and fuck ourselves to death."
Sara wondered if this was to be their first disagreement. She frowned slightly and pushed him off.
"But I want to work," she said. "I started a good business and…"
"So work," Greg said. "Do anything you like. Just so long as I can have you. I told you once I'd take you on any terms. This time I mean it. I'm only half a man without you."
"Half a man?" She laughed, crawling between his legs and holding his still hard cock with both hands. "God, I'd hate to see you full-sized!"
She lowered her face to his crotch and lapped the stray juices of their bodies between her lips. The flavor was delicious, smelling of her own pussy and asshole, and the arm sticky texture clung to her teeth like jelly. She wallowed the wads around in her cheeks and tilted her head back, letting them ooze down her throat. She smacked her lips sensuously and went back for more. Soon she had licked him clean, leaving his cock and balls glistening with her spit.
"Is it possible that I might one day get enough of you?" Greg asked, amazed that his nuts were once more throbbing with a fresh load of cum.
"I doubt that," Sara whispered, darting her tongue into his wiry crotch hairs. "I'll see to it that I always have more than enough to offer."
As she said that, she gobbled his prick into her mouth and pursed her lips tightly. She inched her way down to the thick meaty base and flicked her tongue up and down the shaft, her teeth gently nibbling the loose sheath of skin. When she felt his cockhead swell to almost twice its size, blocking her air, she pulled back up and moaned passionately.
"I think I could suck you twenty-four hours a day," she said. "And when I die, I want to be buried with your cock in my mouth!"
Greg laughed, happy as a young boy, unable to believe his good fortune. He threw his legs over her shoulders and pulled her head violently forward, digging the head of his dick into her throat. His nuts were crushed against her chin, her tits soft and delicious as they lay in the crack of his ass.
"That'd be my first demand as a husband," he whispered. "You'll have to suck me twenty-four hours a day for a week."
Sara pulled away and said, "Husband?" She pronounced the word as if it were foreign. "You mean…"
"I mean when we finish here, we're going to find the first preacher we can and get married. That is if you'll have me!"
"Yes, I'll have you!" Sara said, her face almost angelic with happiness. "It's just that we have one slight problem."
"What's that?"
"If we have to wait until we're finished here before we get married," she began, "we might not get married! I'm not going to leave this delicious cock for a second!"
"Then I guess we'll just have to send out for a preacher," he said. "Or a justice of the peace. A preacher might object to marrying a couple who are doing what we're doing!"
"Some people are narrow-minded," Sara grinned. "Now, shut up, I've got some work to do, and I only want one interruption."
"What's that?"
"When you shove my throat full of cum," she answered. "Now get ready, my sweet. I'm gonna give you a suck job that you can tell your grandkids about!"