Simon Jillson - Real estate saleswoman

Judy reflected that she had told McCarter that Mrs. Shein tasted good. Afraid she might be losing her hold on her negotiating target, Judy quickly stripped her blouse off completely, baring herself to the waist. Sliding forward, she offered her small, pert, exciting, youthful breasts to the sweating banker. Still staring at the oral copulation down the table, he reached blindly for Judy's tits with both hands and massaged them eagerly. Judy placed her hands on the backs of his and pushed down firmly, showing the man how it should be done.

"Now, about that prepayment clause," she said softly.

Caldwell desperately tried to gather his resources. He had never experienced anything like this before in his life, never seen anything like what he was witnessing. That man was actually sticking his face in that woman's crotch! It was perverted! It was disgusting! It was the most incredibly exciting thing Milton Caldwell had ever seen in his entire life!!!

"No," he insisted desperately. "It-it must remain the way it is. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Judy asked softly.

"Unless your powers of persuasion are indeed unique," the banker stammered. "As unique and talented in your way as Mr. McCarter's are in his."

Judy glanced again at Andrew McCarter who was still chewing happily on Paula Shein's pussy. Paula was leaning back. Her rolling and twisting hips were thrust forward. Her nipples were hard, jutting at the ceiling in mute testimony to her lust. Her entire sensuous body was quivering in the throes of her orally triggered orgasm.

"You'd like some oral persuasion on the subject?" Judy asked.

Caldwell nodded tensely. His face was dripping with sweat.

Judy eyed the monster cock in the banker's lap dubiously. It looked too big for her mouth. But she had absolutely no choice in the matter. They were down to the final hour. Mark's life hung on what went on in this room right at this very moment.

Judy slid forward off the table. She swung Milton Caldwell's swivel chair so he faced her but could still watch the wild scene between Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter. Out of the corner of her eye, Judy saw that while McCarter was still eating happily from Paula's juicy trough, he was fumbling with his own clothes, unfastening his pants. Evidently their negotiations were entering a new phase.

Judy gripped the base of Milton Caldwell's cock in her fingers. Her hand was dwarfed by the huge tool. She could feel the masculine tower thrumming with excitement. Blue veins pulsed visibly just beneath the pale skin. The head was a monster pink rounded cone. The tiny slit at the tip was magnified by a clear crystalline drop in it.

Judy smeared that slippery sticky drop over the bulbous glans, making the meat shine in the harsh lighting. With her thumbs on the underside, pressing the yielding ridge that marked the central tunnel of Caldwell's phallus, she milked more fluid from his organ. Rising onto her knees, Judy leaned forward to place her mouth over the quivering monument to lust. She licked the cap of the erect penis delicately and felt a shiver go through Milton Caldwell.

Carefully, she bathed the entire rounded peak of his immense, hard organ. She lapped at it as if wearing down a triple dip ice cream cone. She tasted the secretions he had already produced, hot and salty and exciting. Her mouth watered, forcing her to swallow a wave of saliva. Her pussy was dripping into her panties with a hunger of its own.

Lifting her head for a moment, Judy glanced up at her quarry. He was gripping the arms of his chair tightly. His eyes were still fastened on McCarter and Paula Shein. Paula's legs dangled off the table. She was now stretched on her back on the polished wood, her ass right at the edge. Andrew McCarter had shoved his chair back and was standing between the woman's long, graceful legs. His pants were down around his ankles. He was setting the point of his iron hard prick in the hot bushy nest of Paula Shein's sex. As Judy watched, he drove his steely organ into her dripping orifice, through the soggy twisted kinks of her pubic hair.

"Oh, my!" Milton Caldwell exclaimed in a breathy voice. "Oh, my goodness!"

"The prepayment clause?" Judy reminded him desperately, trying to keep her own lust-crazed mind on the problem.

"NO!" the banker insisted. "You haven't convinced me yet."

Judy bent over his lap again, her eyes focusing on his huge cock. It was aimed up into her face like a huge carnal missile. She pursed her lips and encircled the rounded nose cone of his phallus, drew her head back, sucking blood right to the tip of his stupendous organ.

"Mmmmm," the banker groaned, his hips shifting in his chair.

Her arms hooked over Caldwell's thighs, her hands steadying her meal, Judy lowered her head and took more of the quivering tower in her mouth. She stroked the sensitive underside with her velvety tongue. She sucked to draw still more blood to his already engorged tissues.

"Mmmmm," she purred. She had to admit that the banker's cock tasted delicious. Her pussy was dripping with excitement. She was a cock-sucker! And she loved it.

Bobbing her head, she took more of the huge organ into her mouth, in between her teeth. She remembered how much of Andrew McCarter's cock she had been forced to take, and wondered if she could possibly take even half of Milton Caldwell's incredible staff. Pushing down, she drove the hot sausage toward the back of her throat. Then she lifted her head, sucking and slurping her spit off the hot column of meat. Spitting out her meal for a moment, she cast a quick glance at Andrew McCarter and Paula Shein.

They were doing it right there on the conference table. Or, at least Paula was on the table, on her back, her marvelous, lush breasts quivering, her tits pointing at the ceiling, her head rolling from side to side with passion. Her ass was nearly off the table, and Andrew McCarter was standing between her thighs. Her legs were doubled up, her thighs stretched so wide the tendons on the insides stood out. McCarter was slamming his cock deep into Paula's streaming vagina. When he rammed in, their bodies impacted with a slapping squishy sound. He was reaching forward now, mashing his hands down on Paula's breasts, crushing them flat against her ribs, pinning her to the unyielding conference table.

Steven Shein? What was he doing? Judy risked a quick glance in his direction. He was standing, leaning over the table, staring down at his wife's passion-crazed face. He himself looked nearly insane with lust.

Judy realized that he was without a partner.

"Mrs. Penncroft?" Milton Caldwell asked softly.

Judy shook her head. What about Steven Shein? There had to be something for him, too. Judy realized she was the only one who was empty and hungry.

"Steven," she croaked.

Shein's head whipped around. Judy looked at him hungrily, desperately. At the same time, she lifted her skirt, hooked her thumbs in her panties and hauled them down her thighs to her knees. She deliberately exposed the pale, lush moons of her ass to the man's horny gaze. Let him make of that exposure what he would.

Judy turned her attention back to the banker in front of her. She impaled her head on his monumental erection again and felt it swell more. She pumped her head on it hungrily.

Suddenly there were hands on her, lifting her skirt, baring her naked white ass. She was half leaning forward, her bottom thrust back toward Steven Shein. Forced to devote her full attention to the cock in her mouth, she could only trust Shein would use or abuse her appropriately. She felt Caldwell's balls delicately, trying to gauge his readiness to cum, the level of his excitement. He was wheezing and panting.

There was a thrust at Judy's ass that made her jerk. Something huge and hot was pressing between her buttocks, wedging into her crack. That was too high, far off the mark from her vagina. But she couldn't do anything about it. Did she want to do anything about it? There was a stab at her anus that sent a blast of fire through her.