"A million dollars!" Sara said, her jaw slack with disbelief. Surely she hadn't heard right.
"That's right, Miss Price," the man said. "My firm is willing to back your venture, on a somewhat larger scale than you are perhaps accustomed to, but we have investigated you very carefully."
Sara still couldn't believe her ears. She sat there stunned, listening to all the man had to say. His company, he informed her, was eager, in fact, to invest money in an international branch of offices, with her as the head. He mentioned promotional firms who would handle advertising, possible locations for offices, and the fact that if she agreed to his proposal, she would have stock options in the corporation amounting to forty-nine percent control after a period of one year.
"This is simply too good to be true," she said after he finished talking. "No one hands something like this to someone on a silver platter."
"I am," the man said simply. "But don't kid yourself," he added, "we will furnish the capital, but you will do all the work. We expect to have full return on our investment plus a tidy sum." He pulled some papers from his briefcase. "Now, if you just read these over and sign right here… and here… and, uh, here."
Sara looked at the man as if seeing him for the first time. It was easy to like him – not only was he extremely handsome and forceful, he had grace and charm. The combination spelled pure sex appeal. From his shock of dark, chocolate-brown hair that framed his rugged face, down to, his powerful, cat-like legs, he was the epitome of all that was masculine. She looked into his piercing blue eyes and was glad she was sitting – or her knees would have buckled.
She took the papers and noticed his hands. Large and capable-looking, they were covered with a wiry growth of near-black hair. She wondered if the hair around his cock would be the same color. She also wondered what his cock would look like, how it would feel, plunging into her aching pussy.
"Why, you're trembling, Miss Price," he said.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No," she answered, clearing her throat. She looked down at the papers, seeing the words run together. "I'll… I'll want to show these to my attorney before, signing," she said. "I can give you an answer the first of next week. Is that OK?"
"Fine," he said, sitting back in the chair. "As a matter of fact, I'm rather glad our business is over. Would you care to have dinner with me?"
That isn't all I'm going to have with you! she thought. I'm going to tear your clothes off and rape you, if necessary!
"I'd love to," she answered.
"Although St. Louis isn't known as the culinary capital of the world, I'm sure we can find someplace interesting."
Whether the place had been interesting or dull, Sara would have never remembered. Intoxicated with both wine and the sheer presence of the man, she felt like she was walking on air by the time they returned to the hotel suite. Then, as if they had known each other for years instead of six hours, they fell into a passionate embrace, slowly edging toward the bed.
"Oh, Brian!" she gasped, fortunately remembering his first name. It had been Mr. Dodson until just a few moments before. "I've been wanting this all evening!"
He pushed her down upon the bed and crushed his large frame over her body, humping his swelling mound of crotch against her parted thighs. He covered her face and neck with kisses, his hands deftly removing her clothing. When she was fully naked, he shucked off his suit and knelt between her legs, his hands on her upturned tits.
"Is this an example of what a customer gets?" he asked, looking down at her firm, supple body, her gentle curves, the hot, steaming crack of her pussy.
"That depends upon the girl," Sara answered, running her fingers over his hairy, sculptured chest. "And this girl says yes!"
Sara didn't want to spoil the mood by mentioning that she always told her girls that they were secretaries first, last and always. It was up to them, and on their off-time, if they wanted anything else to do with the client. The client was also informed of this cardinal rule. Oddly enough, there had never been any complaints – either from the girls or from the customers.
"I'll bet this little mouth of yours sure can suck cock," Brian whispered, interrupting her thoughts. "Want to show me?"
"Mmmm-mmmmm!" Sara answered, pushing him to his back. She held his prick with both hands, amazed at the size. It was thick and long, haloed by a lush growth of hair. "You'll get first class treatment, Mr. Dodson!" she added, licking the tip of her tongue over his huge swollen cockhead.
He lay back, his eyes closed, his hands lightly touching her shoulders. When he felt her warm pursed lips encircle the end of his prick and slide downward, he thrust his hips up, wondering if she could take it all. Few could – or would – but this one seemed different.
"Goddamn, that's fine!" he grunted, feeling her lips around the base of his shaft, her nose nuzzling his hairs. "If your mouth is this good, your little pussy must be a fucking dream!"
Sara was thinking about her cunt, too. Already it was twitching with desire, an oozing stream slicking the insides of her thighs. Her clit was throbbing painfully, as if ready to burst.
"Ahhmmmm!" she moaned, sucking back up the massive slab until her lips pulled the rubbery foreskin over the tip of his dick. She pulled her mouth away and looked at his prick lovingly, her glance trailing down to his two cum-filled nuts. "Such a beautiful dick," she murmured. "Will you give me lots of cum to drink?"
"Yes… just suck!" Brian gasped. He pushed her head back down, jamming his dick into her throat. When her bottom lip brushed over the top of his balls, he threw his legs over her shoulders. "Goddamn!" he grunted. "This is even better than pussy! Jesus, can I fuck your mouth?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Sara answered, bobbing her head up and down.
She turned to her side and pulled him with her, adjusting his legs so that his knees were pressed into her armpits. She gave another moan as she cupped his ass, gliding her fingers up and down the small, hairy crack.
What excited Brian the most was the fact that Sara was enjoying what they were doing just as much as he was. He'd never known a woman with such a hot, eager mouth before. And, Christ, she seemed to get hotter and more eager with each hungry suck!
"If I hurt you, just let me know," he groaned, straddling her chest and leaning forward. "I've never had it this good before, and I might get a little crazy."
Sara didn't care how crazy he got, just so long as he kept poking that delicious cock in her throat. She dug her nails into his ass, letting him know he could fuck her mouth, as hard as he wanted.
The harder, the better!
"Suck it, you cocksucker!" Brian commanded, lifting her head with both hands, crushing her face into his crotch, holding her there with brutal pressure. "Come on, you cum-loving whore, show me how you love to gargle cum."
San didn't know which was better – the delicious ache in the back of her throat or the way her pussy was burning, ready to explode. She gobbled furiously on his prick, her hungry sucks becoming more savage. She could hardly wait to taste the flavor of his body, to enjoy the thick masses of cum crawling down the back of her throat.
Brian humped completely over her body, practically nailing her to the bed. As the base of his cock was rammed between her teeth, he felt his dick swell, then pulsate. A couple of seconds later, his cockhead began spitting a violent discharge of cream, filming up her mouth and cheeks.
"Yesssss!" he hissed, engulfing her body with his, hammering brutally into her mouth, his sperm slinging all over the place. "Suck! Suck it all. Goddamn you, you cocksucker… suck!"
Sara sucked and pulled on his juices for all she was worth, but it would have been an impossibility for anyone to take all he had to offer. Thick globs of jism blasted behind her nose as other swirling streams collected in her cheeks, squirted between her teeth, spewed from the corners of her mouth. Soon the room was filled with sloshing sounds as his cock stabbed through the rivers of hot liquid. His nuts slipped up and down her neck, vibrating with still more wads running into the center of his shaft.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" he grunted, finally emptying the last of his load into the back of her throat. He crushed his full weight into her mouth and exhaled loudly, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" he gasped. "I can't believe this!"
After licking his crotch clean of the stray wads of cum, Sara pushed him to his back and nestled herself between his legs. Slowly she jacked his withering cock, squeezing it back to life. She leaned forward and kissed it tenderly, feeling it swell to her touch.
"You can't believe what?" she asked finally, her tone toy and playful.
"That… that you suck so fucking good!" he gasped. Then he added, "You got any other specialties?"
"I can type and take shorthand and…"
"Shit, you know what I mean," he grinned. Just looking at her perfect body – those delicious hanging tits, those green, cat-like eyes… "At least I hope you do!"
"You just lie there," she said. "I'll treat you like a king. What would you like, Your Majesty?"
"Anything, baby," he murmured, his gaze again taking in the sensuous beauty of her body. "Anything at all!"
Sara began licking and sucking him slowly, her mouth covering his entire body. Leaving a trail of glistening spit, she worked her mouth and into his armpits, over his shoulders, under his chin, down his belly, across his legs to his feet. After only a few seconds, his muscular body was ribboned, and he flinched with increasing agony, his hands gripping the sheets.
When she thrust her tongue between his thighs and darted the tip of it over his asshole, he cried out: "God!" he said. "I… can't take much more of this! It's… too… fucking good!"
Sara felt her own body ache with desire, and although she wanted to continue this delicious torture, her cunt was inflamed, empty, ready to be filled with his huge cock. She straddled his waist and guided his pulsating cockhead into her slick hole, slowly sitting down. When his balls were crushed into the crack of her asshole, she leaned forward and bit down on his nipples, swirling her tongue around the tiny, rubbery projections.
"Fuck, you're tight!" Brian grunted, his hands fumbling for her tits. He cupped the thick mounds and squeezed her throbbing nipples, pulling her harder down on his body. "Man, you're the best fuck I've ever had!"
"It's only started," Sara whispered, now working her ass up and down, driving his cock faster into her cunt. "I'm gonna fuck your Goddamn eyes out, you bastard!"
With that, she began slamming her pussy down around his cock with all the strength she could muster. As she continued sucking his nipples, she dropped her hands under her ass and milked his balls with her fingers, rolling them into the crack of her ass. The size, the feel of his prick, combined with the quick vibrations of a fresh load of cum, made her gasp with increasing pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Shove your big cock inside me and fuck my little pussy full of cum! Give me a whole gallon!"
Brian bounced his ass up and down on the bed, matching her moves, until the walls echoed with the sounds of smacking flesh. His pleasure was becoming almost painful. Her pussy was even better than her mouth! It worked around his prick just like a throat, sucking and pulling, demanding his dim.
"Baby! Baby!" he panted, arching his back, digging his heels into the bed. "I'm… I'm… oh… FUCK! FUCK! UNHHHHH!"
The first blast of hot jism shot into the back of her cunt like a bullet. Almost immediately, more quick jerks of jizz joined the first, completely filling her pussy channel. Soon his cock was slipping into a whole river of cum, squeezed by her spasming muscles.
As the orgasm peaked, splattering out huge masses of sticky cream. Sara felt her climax build. It drove upward slowly, almost reluctantly, making her work harder. But when it hither, it was violent, tearing into every cell of her body.
"Aiieeeee!" she cried out. "More! Unh! More! Unh! Give me… all of it!"
They molded themselves together in one writhing mass of flesh, her cunt locked around his spitting cock. And when it seemed as if their pleasure was about to subside, it would burst again, driving them into a frenzy. Finally, Sara collapsed on top of him, her mouth in his armpit, her tits heaving.
"Yesssss…" she hissed, her cunt raw, "oh, God, yes!"
For the next two hours, Sara exceeded even her own expectations, doing more with his cock and her pussy than she thought possible. When she finally kissed him good bye, she could barely walk.
"You'll get in touch?" Brian said as she made for the door. "Next week?"
"Oh, I'll keep in touch, all right," she answered, stuffing the contracts and stock options into her briefcase. "I'm sure it will be a business doing pleasure with you!"
After she left, Brian stumbled over to the phone and dialed a long-distance number. After a few seconds, he nodded his head and spoke: "Yep," he said. "She bought it."
"What was her reaction?" the man on the other end asked.
"Well, naturally she was a bit skeptical, but her attorney should tell her to jump on it," Brian replied.
"He ought to," the man said. "He's one of my men, too."
"You cover all bases, don't you?" Brian said with a chuckle.
"Yes, that's true," the man said. "I think Miss Price is going to be in for one hell of a surprise pretty soon."
"I still don't understand why you're doing this," Brian said. "You're taking an awful chance. And a million dollars!" His tone took on a meeker quality. "Uh… why exactly are you doing this?"
"Just a game of cat and mouse," the man answered. "But I wonder who's the cat and who's the mouse sometimes." Quickly he added, "Well I've got to go. Thanks for everything, Brian."
"It was my pleasure, Mr. Martin."