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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Mark Spaulding was depressed. He had just received the news that his set designer, Gregg Connelly, had committed suicide. And the problem was, Gregg hadn't left any note about why he did it, no explanation. One of the tenants in the apartment building he lived in smelled gas and notified the landlord. They found him naked on his bed, asphyxiated.

Mark decided he needed a little cheering up. He pressed his intercom button down. "Sharon, could you please come in here for a moment?"

"Yes, Mr. Spaulding," she replied.

Sharon would cheer IT up, all right. He still remembered the gang-bang the other day. Now that was a lot of fun. He liked ft when she was held down, helpless, while she was getting cock shoved into her from all directions.

Sharon entered the room with a smile. "Yes, Mr. Spaulding?"

"How about shutting that door and giving me a blow-job? I need some head, baby."

She walked up to his desk, stroking his arm. "I have a better idea. Why don't you take off your tie?"

Mark liked the way she was talking. Real sexy. He was getting a hard-on just listening to her speak. "Okay, honey, anything you say. But what's up?"

"I want to see what it's like for you to screw me with your hands tied behind your back," she told him, pulling his tie around his wrists from behind his chair.

"Sounds great," he said, interested.

She secured the tie good. "Okay, now close your eyes, and I'll be right back."

"Okay," he said, wondering where she was going to go. It didn't matter. He was so fucking horny, and he knew that she had something up her sleeve that would get him excited.

Mark had his eyes shut tightly. He could hear Sharon moving around him, walking into the private bathroom connected to his office, and the rush of water running. Hmmm. What was she up to?

"Now just sit back and relax," she was telling him, pulling down his zipper to his fly and taking out his cock. It was nice and stiff. It throbbed as she held it in her hands. "But keep your eyes closed."

"Hurry up, baby," he moaned. "I feel like cumming right now. I'm gonna squirt all over your dress."

She took his slab of meat and guided it somewhere. Suddenly, he felt burning pain on his dong. It was stinging like crazy. He yelped and blinked his eyes open. Sharon was dipping his prick into a glass of scalding-hot water.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he cried.

"Giving you exactly what you deserve," she told him.

"You bitch, it BURNS!" he yelled.

Sharon was kneeling on her knees, between his legs. His dick was hanging out of his pants, still rigid as a baseball bat. She had his prong in her hand and was about to guide it into the glass of steaming hot water again.

"No!" he begged. "Don't!"

"You fucked up everything between me and George, you bastard!" she snapped. "He won't have anything to do with me and it's all your fault!" He struggled with the tie around his wrists, but she had pulled it too tight.

She gripped his meat in her hands. "I hope it feels good." She pushed his joint into the glass. The water stung his rod. He howled aloud, jerking in his seat.

"Christ!" he whimpered.

"Again," she said, dunking his pork into his water. "Again!" She pushed it in deep and kept it there for a few minutes. His prick was beet-red.

"No more," he begged. "Please…"

"Yes!" she growled. "Some more!" She groped his cock and plunged it into the glass, the scalding-hot water burning his hairy root. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in agony.

"And I have another message for you, Mr. Spaulding. I quit this frigging joint!" She took her purse and left.

Mark struggled in the chair, still tied.

Jacqueline Spaulding was flushing her cunt with raspberry douche powder while waiting for Bruce Kane and Nick Renault to drop by. She had them making nightly visits now instead of their usual Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. Jesus Christ, her pussy was so horny today.

"Bad pussy!" she said, squirting the douche stuff into her muff. "Always getting so wet! I need a fucking mop to wipe up the mess!"

The front door slammed downstairs. Shit! Mark was home! Oh, Christ, she thought he'd be with one of those girls from the office tonight! Goddamn it!!

"Mark?" she called from the bedroom.

She heard him coming up the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and looked at her.

"What are you supposed to be doing?" he said angrily.

"Mark, what's wrong?" she said. "Did something happen at the office today?"

He walked over to her. "Bitch! All you women are bitches!"

"Mark…"

Before she could say another word, he grabbed her and pushed her ass up on her dressing table. She started to push him away, but he was already unzipping his fly.

"For crissake…" she yelled.

Mark reached into his pants and took out his stiff cock, and with the other hand, ripped her see-through nightgown open.

"Miserable cunt!" he hissed, then shoved his huge hard-on into her raspberry-douched snatch.

"Ohh!" she gasped, feelin his meaty dick pump into her moist hole. He ground his crotch into hers, pressing his own groin into her beaver. Jackie was pinned against the dressing table, her long, soft legs spread open and Mark's fat prick slamming into her cooze.

"Is this enough for you, slut?" he grunted, ramming his jackhammer into her slot. "Need some cock to calm you down? Need a little meat to nail your box shut!"

"Oh, Jesus…" Jackie moaned, her body thrashing on the table. He jerked his prick into her roughly, not easily as he used to. It was just like the first time they had fucked and she was nervous.

"Utile cunt…" he was gasping, fucking her good. He was banging her ass hard against all the bottles of perfume lined up on the table. Some of them fell off and broke.

"Shove it into my twat, baby…" she moaned. "Hump me… make it hurt… that's it, do it hard."

"I need some pussy," he panted. "Need some pussy to shove my pecker into. Need some nice slimy fuck-juice to fix up my horny peter. Makin' it feel good, dripping it all over my rod… squirting it on my nuts…"

"You've got it right here," she told him. "Right between my legs. That's where your dick always belong when you need some… uhh… plug up my gash! Stick it into me until it won't go in any more! I can handle it all, stud, all of it!"

"I'm gonna leak it into you," he said, "flush your cunt full of spunk. Make it drip for a week. Two weeks. Ahhhh… making my rod feel good in that nice, warm muff of yours… all that meat in your cunt…"

He was balling her like a dog, his hips jerking forward, sending her ass pounding against the dressing table. His powerful arms were wrapped around her tightly, pressing her tits against his hairy chest while his groin sunk into her twat.

"I can't stand it…" she was panting. "You're making me… Jesus."

"Me, too, baby," he gasped. "Oh, shit!"

Mark's fat dick squirted jism into her muff in big gobs. Spunk came shooting out, pumping into her fuck-tunnel. She crooned as she felt his cock-head spit the syrupy jizz into her system, waiting until he had shot all of it into her before releasing her.

"Oh, baby…" She held him tight, not wanting him to move away so that his cock wouldn't pull out of her pussy.

"Just like old times," he grinned.

"It's always been this way," she said. "It's never changed."

"And it's gonna be like this from now on," he told her. "No more screwing around."

"Just a minute," she told him. "I have to make a phone call." Then, before leaving the room, added, "Be sure not to raise hell while I'm gone."

She went into the study and dialed Nick's number. He answered after the fifth ring.

"Don't worry, doll," Nick said. "We were on our way over…"

"That's all right," she said. "You don't have to come. I… I won't be needing you two any more."

"What?" Nick sounded happy. "I…"

"I'll explain it some other time. And you won't have to worry about me telling Mark. I'm going to forget everything that happened."

"Great." Nick was relieved. "It was nice knowing you." He hung up before she could say good-bye.

Well, at least those two were glad to be off the hook, she thought to herself. Hell, with Mark back, who needed them anyway?

"Hurry up, Jackie," he told her.

"I'm coming," she said, already feeling her pussy dripping with fuck-juice. "Am I ever…"