Wayne Bryant, vice president of Twin Oaks' only bank, chairman of the board of directors for the Twin Oaks exclusive private high school, squirmed nervously in his big swivel chair. His balls were so painfully tight, it felt like they were tucked in the top drawer of his big desk while someone was trying to close the drawer on them. And his cock hurt even more, confined to the tight prison of his jockey shorts, while blood and heat surged into the organ, fighting to lift it to a full hard-on. All this agony because he was mentally fucking the beautiful brunette sitting alongside his desk.
Bryant tried to control his anxiety and nervous twitching by telling himself that he was old enough to be her father, but her big, brown, doe like eyes and pouty red lips turned his rational thoughts to nothingness, while his brain seemed filled with steaming, mushy oatmeal. It was the innocence of her face, framed by her shoulder-length brown hair, that tortured him. Because that innocence as contradicted by her full, sensuous tits and hips that seemed to roll to the tune of "Let Me Entertain You", even as she sat properly in the visitor's chair along side his desk. And he couldn't help thinking that her long, well-turned legs were just an arm's length away, with his fingers itching to touch them, to walk up them. A slow, tantalizing finger-walk up under the short skirt of her green dress, up her thighs; up to the soft flesh of her inner thighs… He had to blink his eyes and swallow the mouthful of saliva to regain control of his thoughts as she talked about her trip up from the city.
At twenty-three, Laura Roberts had already mastered the art of body language, and she was pleased to see it working so well now. Ever since the age of seventeen she had been competing with other beautiful girls for modeling jobs. She had quickly discovered, with the help of Art Lang, the talents necessary to impress the photographers, and later the producers, when she was trying to break into show business. But with so many girls to compete with, and jobs so few and far between, she decided to give it up for a teaching job, just to get out of debt, if for no other reason.
"… this town is so beautiful," Laura was saying in her soft, velvety voice, but fully aware that he was paying more attention to her legs. "It's hard to believe it's in New York."
"We're proud of our little town," Bryant interrupted, frying to show he was paying attention. "And it's only a little over three hours drive to the heart of the Big Apple. As a matter of fact, the town has bus trips once a month for theater parties."
"I'm sure it's a wonderful place to live. But I guess I've already taken enough of your precious time, Mr. Bryant. I'd better return to the motel and let you get some work done for the bank."
Wayne Bryant gave out a nervous guffaw, wishing he didn't have to stand up now, with his cock bulging in his pants this way. But he managed to cover it as best he could with his suit jacket and walked her to the door, adding, "We'll have a decision this afternoon, Miss Roberts. The board meets at three… and I'll be in touch with you the minute we've made that decision."
"Thank you," Laura said with a big smile. "And please call me Laura. I'm really looking forward to seeing more of the town… and you, too, Mr. Bryant."
As she maneuvered her little VW back towards the motel, Laura felt certain the interview had been a success. If the decision had been Wayne Bryant's alone, she was confident she'd have the job already. But now she'd have to put her trust in his doing a good selling job for her at the directors' meeting she told herself.
It was difficult for her to put too much importance on getting the job, other than for the money involved. She wasn't thrilled at the prospects of being a gym teacher to a group of spoiled teenagers from rich families. And after a brief visit to the school, she decided that though they had money, it hadn't bought them any class. The kids were brats, she told herself, and the faculty had to pamper them. There was very little discipline in the school and that made the job even less attractive.
Back at the motel, Laura slipped into an old pair of leotards and tried to get interested in one of the two television stations the town had to offer. It didn't work and she was soon bored and lonely. But she forced herself to wait for the phone call that would either send her back to the city or move her onto the campus the following morning. The television set droned on and on.
When the knock on the door came, it was the best sound Laura had heard since she checked into the room. At least it meant the world outside was still alive and breathing. She rushed to open the door and was taken back by the sight of Wayne Bryant standing there with a sheepish grin on his face.
"I… errr… thought I… errrr… would give you the… er… news in person," he stammered, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "And I brought a little bubbly to celebrate."
"Then… I got the job?" she said excitedly. It was a reflex reaction that sent her arms around his neck, and once there required that she give him a little kiss on the cheek. "Come on in. I thought I'd die waiting for an answer. You're so thoughtful to come in person like this."
Quickly, Wayne followed Laura into the sparsely furnished room, closing the door behind him, after a glance out to see if anyone had seen him. It was a married man's nervous reflex. He set the bottle of champagne on the dresser and turned to deliver the speech he had labored over before making up his mind to give her the news in person. At the time, it had seemed terribly important. But now his mouth was cotton-dry and his voice failed him.
Laura smiled at him. She saw his eyes devouring her body, his jaw hanging limp and his hands fumbling nervously. A glance past him, into the mirror over the dresser, reflected her own image in the tight leotards. That her nipples were fizzed-out straight didn't surprise her, since she had felt them build with excitement. What did surprise her was the fact that the black material of her leotards had been washed so thin, it was much more revealing than she was aware of. She realized he could see the pink nipples and smooth white flesh of her fully developed, pear-shaped tits, even though she were standing before him naked. And even though she couldn't see herself below the waist in the mirror, she was sun now that his eyes couldn't miss the dark triangle of her cunt-hair.
"I… I… just don't know how to thank you," she lied. But before he could say anything, she pressed tight against him again, kissing him on the mouth this time. And that familiar bulge in his pants, nestled comfortably at the junction of his legs, told her all she wanted to know.
Laura suddenly felt very close to him, felt very warm and needed. She felt an aching for him suddenly rise from nothing and swell into a rapid crescendo of desire. She merely looked at him; that simple act was enough.
He grabbed her and swept her the short distance to the bed. His lips locked on hers; his tongue probed the moistness of her mouth; his teeth rubbed hard against hers in the fast firmness of their intense embrace. Laura's reply was swift and pointed; her own tongue snaked between his teeth, pushed hard against his. Her arms damped together behind his back, and she rubbed her cunt lewdly against his pulsing hard-on. The two of them suddenly ached to be totally naked.
Laura tried to slow herself, to ease her frantic impatience just a little, but it was useless; Wayne's very touch made her burn for his cock. Just the feel of his hard-on against her smooth soft flesh sent rippling chills of desire through her body. Her nipples were firm and jutting; she could feel them tenderly poking the taut fabric of her leotard. The garment felt suddenly very tight and constrictive, and she yearned for Bryant's fingers to strip it from her eagerly waiting body.
Still locked as if in combat, they wiled together on the bed, first rising then falling. His lips left the sweetness of her mouth and traced a path of warm kisses across her cheek to her neck, as his hand crept up the long, smooth length of her cloth-covered thigh. Teasingly, fully aware of her gnawing passion, he eased his fingers closer to the soft, hair-lined cleft of her cunt. She was moaning audibly now, barely able to breathe.
Wayne gripped the taut elastic material of her leotard at the smooth curve of her shoulder, hooked the thin cotton in his tightened palm and slowly peeled the clinging garment from her trembling body. The fabric stretched first over the slope of her left shoulder.
Laura sat still, breath coming in fast, heaving swallows, waiting for him to strip her naked, to leave her totally nude and vulnerable, totally surrendered to his wanton desires and her own.
Wayne turned to the other shoulder, and with a stretch of the tight black material, her shoulders were both naked, the leotard creased across the unblemished ivory smoothness of her chest. Just where the garment began, where it still covered her youthful nudity, he could see the swells of her proudly jutting, voluptuously rounded young tits. The deep tempting cleavage between them edged up past the two soft hills and extended beyond the top of the leotard. His fingers touched her bare chest, probed downward into the soft warm furrow of her tits.
His eyes anxiously awaiting the revealing of her ripe full nakedness, Bryant pulled her leotard down over the soft, yielding mounds of her tits and over the smooth flat expanse of her belly, stopping only at the ridges of her trim hips. Her tits escaped the confines of the tight garment and popped free, quivering at the first gush of cool air across her pink, crinkly nipples. Each of his opened palms caressed her naked tits, squeezed her hardened nipple-tips playfully, paused as a chill of wicked excitement raced down his spine to his hard cock.
"Oh, please hurry. Strip me naked," she breathed. "I want to be naked for you, please hurry."
Her eyes were closed, her lips now dry with growing eagerness. She sat motionless, her teeth slightly bared by her half-parted lips. Bryant grabbed the leotard, and with it the taut elastic waistband of her dark tights, and with a sharp tug, yanked the two down over the curving edge of her hips. The first wispy traces of pussy-hair came into his view. He tugged again, and she was totally nude, all her naked young womanhood sprawled invitingly, tauntingly, over the bed.
Laura's fingers touched the tips of her eagerly heaving tits, lifted the ripe full mounds like fruit and offered the twin pink nipples to him. "Hurry! I can't wait any longer! Hurry!"
Wayne Bryant didn't waste any time getting undressed; his clothes fell in a heap beside the bed, as he totally disregarded his usual habit of neatness in his eagerness to fuck her. And then she was stretched naked beneath his weight, her tits crushed under the strong hard pectorals of his chest, her moist, hungry lips locked in fierce combat with his, her probing tongue wormed between his teeth.
Laura was so horny she thought she'd die if he didn't get his cock into her aching cunt soon. Her butt lifted nearly off the pillow beneath the curve of her ass-cheeks; her long, supple legs twisted together in a death-grip behind Bryant's back. Between the warm flesh of her inner thighs, his long, hard cock lay nestled against her damps, hair-fringed gash, pulsing into the soft, moistened lips of her eager cunt.
Laura kissed him again and again, biting his lips, sucking his tongue into her own hungry mouth, urging him on: "Please! Please fuck me now!"
He rocked off her for a second, lifted his weight from her naked, squirming body. Laura responded to her cue instantly. With a quick movement, she reached down and grabbed the hard, pulsating length of his cock. Her fingers locked around the lust-swollen shaft and aimed it perfectly. Laura shivered from the tips of her bare, curled toes to the hairs on the back of her neck at the feel of the hard cock-head against her drooling cunt-mouth. The blood-filled head of his cock pushed between her pussy-lips, entering with a wet sucking sound as she ravenously pulled him into her.
"Ohhhh, yes! It's in! Fuck me hard! Now! Now!"
In that moment, as the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock, burrowed between the walls of her cunt, Laura realized she hadn't gotten fucked in over three weeks. The throbbing meat was more welcome now than the news he delivered. And she concentrated on the burning, filling, delicious sensation creeping up, up, up into her belly and beyond, until it would finally reach her brain. Her hips rolled gently as she sucked the hot, pulsing meat deeper and deeper into her flaming cunt.
For Wayne Bryant, the young girl devouring his cock in the moist, sucking mouth of her hot cunt was a dream-come-true. The middle-aged banker had very little chance of satisfying his constant fantasies about seducing beautiful young girls like Laura. Not in the small town of Twin Oaks, where everyone knew what everyone else was doing. But it was an even greater victory for him today, because he had convinced the other four members of the board that Miss Roberts was better suited for the teaching job than their choice. It had been a proud moment for him, standing his ground as he did and getting his way. He never expected the reward she was now giving him to be delivered the very same day, although he had had hopes of collecting it in the near future.
Laura gasped and groaned, gurgling little animal-lust sounds deep in her throat as she eagerly thrust her horny cunt up to receive his pistoning cock. His mouth sucked hungrily on her tit, his hand feeding more and more of the aching mound into his mouth, and lifting her to the peak of excitement. Her little ass bounced and bucked fiercely as she sought to release her orgasm on his ballooning, puffing, cunt-stretching cock.
"Mrnmmm! More! Give me more cock!" she cried, trying to get over the peak of her orgasm and release the flood of juices building inside her cunt. "Unnnggghhh! I love it! Harder! Fuck me harder! Nnngggghhh! More!"
Bryant felt his balls tighten, ready to give up the hot jizz churning within. There was nothing he could do to keep from popping his wad. It was her lusty cries that made the chore impossible. Her grinding hips and sucking cunt were enough to endure without exploding, but her pleading cries for more of his prick were triggering the explosion in his painfully tight balls.
The first spray of his fuck-juice on the white-hot walls of her cunt took Laura by surprise. She jolted stiff, pausing to absorb the delicious sensation of his jizz, then found she was at the summit… beginning the breath-taking free-fall down. His big cock fired again and again, each spray of cum thrilling her and causing her body to convulse uncontrollably, while answering his grunts and groans with her own screeches of delight.
Then the room was silent, their exhausted bodies coming to rest in a tangle of sweaty flesh. He was grateful for the fact that she was in no hurry for him to pull out, not like his wife, who was always so anxious to get his cock out of her cunt and then run off to the bathroom. But not Laura. Her mushy cunt was still gently squeezing and massaging his cock as they waited for their breathing to return to normal again.
Words! What words does a man use at a time like this, to tell a woman that he's grateful? Wayne asked himself as their eyes met. The soft smile and dreamy look in her eyes completely escaped his comprehension that nothing needed to be said.
And he had no way of knowing that at this very same moment, she was wondering if she hadn't just fucked herself out of a job.
They lay perfectly still long after it was over; his heavy weight should have crushed her, but she hardly felt it as they lay together, still entwined from their frantic fucking. Both their bodies were sweat-soaked, and the chill of the night was beginning to make itself felt on their naked skin. Somewhere down the chain of connected motel rooms a door slammed. Laura wondered if anyone heard her cries when she screamed in blood swirling agony at the peak of her orgasm. But it didn't matter; anyone at the motel during this off-season time of year was either a territory salesman, or a couple there for the same fun they had just enjoyed, she told herself.
"How about some of that champagne?" Bryant asked in a soft whisper.
"Mmmm… sounds like a great idea," she purred. "You stay here. I'll get it."
Laura wriggled from beneath him, still stark naked, and hurried to the bathroom to get the plastic tumblers from the sink. The room was really beginning to feel cold and damp now, she realized, and pause to turn on the baseboard heater. As she bent, with her ass facing Bryant, his eyes devoured the smooth, white, globes of ass-flesh; in his mind's eye he could see the winking little asshole in the deep crevice and his mouth suddenly filled with saliva as he longed for the taste of that, too.
That this beautiful young girl could move about so naturally in the nude totally amazed Wayne Bryant. She wasn't the least bit self-conscious about her body or the fact that his eyes ogled every inch of her. After twenty-five years of marriage, he had forgotten the grace and beauty of the naked female form. Even in his fantasies he didn't imagine his young girls would move about like this, but then his make-believe girls were always shy and timid, needing a great deal of coaxing to do everything he longed for. Thinking about someone like Laura would have made the fantasy too unbelievable for him to accept.
"There!" she said, handing him a half-full tumbler of champagne and kneeling one knee on the side of the bed. "Let's make a toast…"
"Yes!" he cut her off. "I propose a toast to the most beautiful, wonderful, delightful… There just doesn't seem to be enough words… To you, Miss Roberts. A dream…"
Laura reached out her hand and lifted his drink to his lips, to put an end to his clumsy speech. The very thought that she had wrapped him so completely around her little finger was the best reward he could give her. It was hard to believe the sudden change her life had taken in such a short time. If this was the way she affected a dignified, respected member of the community, she began to wonder how long it would take her to own the whole town. Her thoughts wandered off in that direction, while she remained beside the bed, with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed, her eyes staring into space. And in that dreamlike state, which only lasted a few brief moments, she felt as though she had found Utopia.
Then she felt Bryant's fingers gently comb through the damp hairs of her pussy and she looked down just as his lips came in contact with the cool, white flesh of her ass. She watched with fascination as he lavishly covered her ass with wet kisses, then knelt on the bed to give him better access to the tingling skin of her butt. This display of insatiable hunger for her body sent chills up and down Laura's spine. The mirror on the wall was just low enough to reflect the scene on the bed, giving her a tremendous ego-trip as she watched the pained expression on his face as he tried to satisfy his appetite on the smooth white meat of her rump.
This was the first time Laura had been with a man who was so devoted to her body. The others, she reasoned, were constantly exposed to beautiful women and were less impressed. They would be more inclined to tell a girl to get down and ream their assholes than kiss the girl's ass, which made Bryant's thirst for her so enjoyable. In addition, she liked the hot; wet, slobbering mouth on her cool, firm ass-flesh; it gave her chills one minute and pangs of delight the next.
"I could eat you all up, Laura," he gasped between kisses.
"Oh, Mr. Bryant, you say the nicest things," she cooed, watching him in the mirror. He had paused to catch his breath and was eyeing the deep crack between the globes of flesh. There was a look of indecision on his face. "You certainly know how to make a girl tinge all over," she sighed, hoping to help him make the decision to go further. "Mmmmm… I just love your kisses back there."
Then she saw his face move towards her ass again. His lips puckered and she felt the warm, moist kiss settle at the top of her crack.
"Mmmmmm…" she purred, hoping to encourage him to go on.
And his lips moved lower, planting another puckered kiss in the crack. This time she felt his nose nestle in the crack where he had placed the first kiss; his hot breath swept down the sensitive crease, making her want more. His nose traveled down, tucked in the crack of her ass, breathing flames of delight into the deep valley, as he kissed her again. The next kiss was in the area of her little butthole, hidden deep in the crevice, which created a desperate longing in her. She wanted him to spread the globes of her ass apart and kiss the ultra-sensitive skin at the base of the crack, giving her asshole a hot, moist kiss.
Laura could tell by his short, fast breaths that her ass was setting him on fire, too. She wanted to tell him what to do, to tell him to spread the cheeks of her ass and kiss her shitter. But she couldn't do that, she told herself. All she could do was wait and hope he'd do it on his own. The time to give orders was back when he was on fire and mindless.
"Your ass is delicious," he moaned, sitting back now, but not taking his eyes off the exposed of ass-flesh.
"And it's all yours," she whispered, frantically searching for the right words that would send him back to it, without sounding as though she were giving him orders. "Your kisses make me feel so alive… so good all over. I just love it!"
"You mean… you don't think I'm an old fool?" he asked in a soft, sheepish voice. That's what his wife called him when he first tried kissing her ass, and he never tried again.
"Absolutely not!" she chirped back. "On the contrary. It's the sexiest thing I've ever known."
"Then… you don't mind…?"
"Don't be silly. I love it. I'd… I'd love it even more… if…"
"Yes?" he asked eagerly.
"I'd love it even more… if you'd spread the cheeks apart and kiss it again."
Without hesitating, his hands gripped the balls of her ass and tore them in opposite directions, exposing the little blinking eye he was so anxious to see. Then his lips pressed against her crack, and, beginning at the top, he kissed a path down to the butthole, every kiss driving Laura up the wall of another orgasm.
When she felt his lips on her asshole, Laura screeched with delight. She lowered her hands to the bed then, bending on hands and knees to give him all of her ass he wanted, with her legs spread wide.
"Ah… mmmm," Laura moaned when the tip of his nose poked into the little bud of her asshole. "Owwww… it feels so good… please kiss it again…oh! I love it! Blow on it… wow! Crazy! Mmmmm… Oh! Mr. Bryant!"
The shock of his open mouth coming down on pulsing, burning shitter brought her to the peak of an orgasm in one breathtaking sweep. Then she gasped for air and held it in her screaming lungs to see what he would do next.
He sucked! And the air in her lungs seemed to be drawn right down through her body and out her asshole. In the next instant she felt his slippery, wet tongue snake into the dry heat of her shit chute, licking flames of bliss through her body and consuming her mind with its ecstasy. The floodgates to her orgasm bunt open, releasing the tidal-wave of juices into her already sopping-wet cunt.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried over and over, squeezing and releasing his tongue with the strong muscles of her asshole, while he pressed the snaking serpent deeper and deeper, up, up, up her sucking shitter, until she thought her mind was going to explode.
With startling suddenness, he snapped his tongue out of the tight hole, leaving it blinking with surprise, and drove his thick cock into her mushy cunt. His belly slammed against her butt and without warning he delivered his load into the depths of her cunt. When he had squeezed out the last drop of jizz, he withdrew his cock quickly and began to slip into his clothes. It was getting late and he was a bundle of nerves, anxious now to get home to his wife before she got suspicious. And Laura sent him off with a weak smile of appreciation, without getting up from the bed.
Later, after she had showered and climbed into bed for the night, she wrote a brief letter to Art, giving him her new address and a description of the town. Wayne Bryant had changed her outlook toward the job and she was now, filled with enthusiasm.
She was looking forward to moving into the furnished, three-room apartment that came with the job. While it wasn't the most attractive apartment she had ever lived in, it was the first one to be on ground level, with its own entrance, lawn, private walk and even her own little garden. Now New York City was completely out of her mind and she only had thoughts for her own cozy apartment in the country.
And she was also looking forward to visits, from time-to-time, from Wayne Bryant and his delicious, eager ass-tickling tongue.