Richard Mountbatten - Up, boy, up!

Reagan continued watching the salacious spectacle in fascination, his thick depleted cock lying limply on his thigh. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's nakedly rotating buttocks and they glistened in the light as they ran slowly down the backs of her straining thighs.

Suddenly the unmistakable signal of sensual fulfillment sprayed through Mae's seething loins like the prickling of a million needles, gnawing at the base of her belly with the lewd promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. The sex-maddened girl moaned helplessly as she neared the jagged edges of her mounting climax and rammed back even harder into the long wet cock that slithered mercilessly into the grateful little hole up between her bucking thighs.

Abruptly the passion-stunned girl raised her head to wail out a guttural animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed eyes grew large and unseeing.

"Ooooohhh… oooohhhh… God, lover… I can't stand it! I'm going mad! Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful cock!"

Then her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh as the first wild spasm of her orgasm struck, and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against the raging dog-cock in a desperate lunge. Hector responded with a forward stab just as his huge hardened cock began to jerk up inside her convulsing young belly and spew its hotly foaming animal sperm in liquid jets deep up into her contracting cunt.

Again, the sex-maddened girl screamed out, her tautened buttocks reacting convulsively to the lewd animal explosion filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was flailing wildly in her final bliss and her black hair whipped from side to side in a smoky cloud. A lewd combination of human-animal liquid passion trickled warmly from the nakedly kneeling girl's still sucking cuntal mouth and dripped in white pools onto the floor below. Then the exhausted girl groaned softly and collapsed forward onto the carpet, Hector's softening penis slipping loosely from her flooded cunt with a lewd wet sound.

The big dog stood above her for a moment and then his massive head lowered and he began obscenely licking the remnants of cum from the girl's twitching young buttocks.

All was quiet for a moment except for Mae's exhausted panting and then the sound of clapping filled the room. Mae wearily raised her head and saw that her uncle was applauding.

"What a show! You two should be fucking up on the stage," he jeered. Mae turned her head away, not able to look at her lewd tormentor. But Reagan got to his feet, buttoning his pants and went over to her prostrate body.

"Okay, on your feet," he said and reaching down he seized her by one arm and pulled her roughly erect.

"One down and one to go," he said. "Or have you forgotten our little deal. In exchange for fucking Hector you have to go out and lay Mr. High-and-Mighty from across the street. Now come on, you haven't got all day. I know that he usually stops at that little cocktail lounge over on Grand Avenue on his way home from work. You're gonna be there and you're gonna score, is that understood?"

Nodding numbly, the girl bent to pick up her scattered clothing. She headed for the door into the hall, Reagan's last taunting works floating after her.

"And take a shower! You stink like a bitch in heat."

"For heavens sake, go on home, Bob," Mr. Aubrey said affectionately. "Everyone else left an hour ago."

"In just a few minutes, sir," Bob answered. He looked up and smiled. "I wanted to finish the Davis account. It's due tomorrow." That should sound good to the old boy, he thought.

Mr. Aubrey came over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I really appreciate that kind of thinking, Bob," the older man said. "You know, it's hard to find young men today who have the sense of duty and hard work that you do."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Aubrey," Bob said, managing to manufacture a modest blush. "But this company has been good to me and the least I can do is to get my work in on time."

"The company is only good to you because you earn it, my boy," Mr. Aubrey replied. Then his voice became a little more confidential.

"And I can promise you that if you keep up this level of work it will be made well worth your while. My partner and I are getting along in years and we're going to need bright young men to carry on for us."

Bob smiled gratefully and turned back to the papers spread out on his desk. He made the last few necessary entries and then began filing the documents back in their folder. When would the old bastard come right out and say something about the vice presidency, he thought to himself? Sometimes he wondered if the old fox wasn't cleverer than he looked and was just stringing them all along, all the bright young men in the office who were working so hard to knife one another in the back.

But no, the opening for the vice-presidency was real. Someone was going to get it and it might as well be him. Not that he didn't have competition. That damn Tom Brewer, for instance, the conniving bastard. He was always buttering up old Aubrey and once he had even taken credit for some of Bob's work. And he sure had some help from that bitchy little wife of his. Bob ground his teeth as he remembered how she had played up to Aubrey at the company party, her big tits practically failing out of her low-cut dress. The old bastard hadn't been able to take his eyes off her fucking knobs all night, what with the way she kept pushing up against him and simpering. Bob wouldn't be surprised if the little whore would let the old boy fuck her, hell, maybe she already had! A bolt of alarm shot through him at the thought. That would give Tom Brewer a real head start at the vice-presidency.

Damn, why couldn't his own wife, Jill be a little more helpful? But no, she always had to be her pure, superior, frigid self. She'd really blown it at the party. It had been clear from the start that his lecherous employer really had it on for Jill but she had been cold and remote. Strange thing about the old boy though – horny old bastard that he was – he demanded faultless behavior from his employees. He was always talking about the loose Godless morals of the younger generation, and he'd fired one of the most promising members of his staff on the strength of a rumor that he was about to be named co-respondent in a divorce case. Only a rumor!

"What's the matter, Bob, something bothering you?"

The resentful young men jerked out of his revery to realize that he had been scowling as he was thinking and he quickly put a smile back on his face.

"No, sir, just going over the account in my mind to make sure I didn't miss anything." What you had to do to make a living these days.

"Well, let's close it up then," Mr. Aubrey said with satisfaction. "Why don't you let me give you a lift home?"

"Why thank you very much, sir," Bob said, really flattered. It wasn't often the old boy made such an offer. Maybe his stock was riding a little higher than he had thought. Bob managed to keep up an amiable conversation with his boss all the way down to the executive parking area in the basement of the building, doing his best to think up replies to the old goat's rambling inanities. Yes, he really wasn't doing so bad for a young man of twenty-six. Just four years out of college and already in line for a vice-presidency at one of the most prestigious firms in town.

The ambitious young man continued feeding his dreams as he relaxed back against the luxurious cushions in Mr. Aubrey's huge Continental. He could already imagine himself with a car like this. It wasn't all idle dreaming either. Mr. Aubrey liked to see his executives looking prosperous and he paid them enough so that they could afford it. "Looks good to the customers," he had said one day and he was right. Some of the richest people in the city Aubrey Investments handle their financial matters, and they felt reassured by the obvious air of prosperity about the place.