Mark Carver: The naked deal

"Okay, put your hands up against the wall like this," Jack showed her. He positioned her as if she were going to be frisked by the cops. Christ only knew he had been in that position often enough, and not for a good solid fuck either – at least not this kind.

"Now spread your legs apart, Carol and stick your beautiful ass out. That's right, honey. Now hang on."

Trembling from head to toe with the hottest excitement she'd ever felt, Carol waited, holding her breath, tears of joy stinging her eyes. Lord, how he thrilled her! The first time he fucked her, she was absolutely terrified, a shy, clumsy virgin of twenty-nine – an old maid without a hope. And then after the burning pain, the first profound thrill, then an orgasm exploding in her loins like a million stars shooting off in an incredible burst of ecstasy. And then again and again and again, his powerful hot prick had driven deeply and savagely, until she thought she was dying of obscene happiness, her juices gushing in great spasms of wet fire, her naked white body heaving and jerking and twisting in a frenzy.

Now the searing head of his dick brushed her eager cuntlips and she gasped. Then five inches slid into her waiting pussy from behind, a boiling mass of sex-heat that sent jolts of passion tearing through her nerves with shattering impact. Crying, Carol twisted her head around and began biting Jack on the lips, rubbing and squirming her slippery as against his groin each time he slammed his blazing rod deep inside her.

For the first time in her dreary life, Carol Shaw had discovered sex and she was magically transformed, inside and out. At twenty-nine, shy, overweight, blue-eyed and awkward Carol had secretly resigned herself to a lifetime of dull monotony. She despaired of ever getting married – or for that matter of ever losing her virginity – until she'd met Jack a few days ago. Strangely, there was nothing really wrong with Carol's looks, aside from a few extra pounds. It was all on her tits and ass and thighs, and could be taken off easily. Her thick glasses and those shapeless dresses also contributed to her homeliness.

It had all begun like a storybook romance, like one of those silly novels Carol read on her lunch hour at work while the other girls looked at her with pity and scorn. They called her the Cornfed Wallflower behind her back, but Carol was used to it. Then a handsome stranger had spilled his coffee on her dress at a cafe while she was on her lunch hour, and alter he profusely apologized he insisted on taking her to dinner. Nervous and clumsy around men, Carol had been almost hysterical at first, but she found herself being talked into it. And the rest was like a dream – her first magnificent, thrilling and unforgettable fuck, the endless climaxes, his hard, massive prick and charming smile, his easy laugh and smooth talk. And then, to the country girl's utter amazement, his proposal of marriage.

From the first day she could remember, Carol's stern parents had been warning her about the hellfire and damnation of sex, the Wages of Filth, as they put it. Driving home the point day after day, year after year, the blonde grew up from a shy, lovely young girl into a deeply frustrated and confused young woman who ran away terrified from the mere prospect of a date with a man. Carol's parents were farmers who'd struggled against the hard rocky earth with barely a survival to show for it, and being deeply religious they soon became convinced God was punishing them for that night. That night, terrible as it was, was the night Carol's father came home drunk and forced her mother to perform a horrible depraved act. Soon after, their crop of sparse wheat burned up with dust, their tractor broke down, Jason Shaw got severe hemorrhoids that kept him from ever plowing the fields much less his wife, and all hell descended upon their lives.

Convinced they were being punished by a vicious, unrelenting God for that awful act of depravity, in their ignorance they turned on their only daughter, Carol, and turned her innocent young life into a living hell, where the mere word sex was brutally punished with a whipping delivered by her father's thick leather belt. It was only natural that Carol, instead of blossoming into radiant passion, became a terrified wallflower who secretly felt her ripe young body was ugly and sinful, and that sex was an invention of the Filthy Devil himself. And all because of a very sloppy blowjob, demanded by a very drunken farmer one Saturday night. And, coincidentally, because of a dust storm that ruined the crop that year and a case of hemorrhoids that came from a sweating ass on a tractor.

Carol knew the other girls at the office made fun of her behind her back. Frustrated, healthy sex urges have a bizarre way of twisting minds, and if the plump blond acted clumsy and found it impossible to even look into a man's eyes, she thought it was because something was seriously wrong with her. She thought it was because she was dumpy and awkward and unattractive to men, but the truth was much simpler. She simply needed a good healthy fuck. One thorough, savage and totally thrilling fuck would blossom her healthy young body and open her eyes to a whole new world, a world of delicious, glowing tingles and violent strokes and incredibly exciting explosions in her tight cunt. And if it hadn't been for the wonderful, handsome stranger she'd just met, Carol Shaw might have spent her entire life as a drab bookkeeper for the Apex Supply Company in Omaha, Nebraska, not even having the courage to finger-fuck herself.

"Oh God, oh Jack, Lord, ooooh! Unnnnnnngh!" Carol screamed now as his blazing prick rammed deep into her frenzied hot cunt to spark her first orgasm. She wriggled her creamy ass furiously and her pussy sucked at his throbbing meat in a fever of joy as the shower sprayed them both. Carol reared back her head and hissed, and jerked her cunt madly for a few moments as the sex-explosion rippled through her naked flesh. Then with a low moan she went back to swinging her big hips feverishly, wallowing in her newly discovered lust, her entire being concentrated on the massive prick pounding inside her tight, fiery pussy.

In a few weeks the blonde would leave the Apex Supply Company forever. No more dreary bookkeeping, but long wild days and nights of delicious hot fucking with Jack, of endless adventures in bed, and on the floor and in the shower and everywhere, Carol thought with tears of hot bliss in her eyes. Her cunt was throbbing and surging with ecstasy as Jack's stiff rod pounded deeply and powerfully in her silken tightness. She'd spent eight long years of her life at the Apex Supply Company, but she wouldn't miss it for a second. The company had been in business for more than thirty years and now employed more than forty people. Their major customers were centered in the State of Nevada. Apex supplied a large variety of gambling equipment, including dice, roulette wheels, keno equipment, crap and poker tables, and especially decks of cards in great batches. These were used up very quickly by the casinos, their supplies needing replenishment daily.

The decks Apex supplied were each imprinted on their backs with the individual names and emblems of the casinos. To ensure tight security and no possible hanky-panky, a guard was maintained on the premises of Apex twenty-four hours a day. In addition, each case of cards that left for shipping was sealed and stamped with Apex's special seat. The seal was so intricately designed that it was almost impossible to counterfit. Thus, Apex maintained its valued reputation with the casinos and insured integrity for all.

Until, that is, their chief bookkeeper lost her succulent cherry one night to a handsome, sexy stranger.

"Aaaaaaa!" Carol wailed now, grinding her creamy wet ass madly to Jack's bushy crotch as another shattering orgasm shot through her boiling loins. "Oh God Jack! Ooooooo! Your big prick, uuunnnngh! Darling, come,pleeeeaaase come with ungh! Eeeeeeee! Pussy going crazy… ohohohoh!"