Paula Cash - Lap lessons

"You two nuts are freak-crazy," laughed Hunt, watching this new exhibition. "Isn't that right, Gunnar?"

"Crystal Locke," said Gunnar from behind his paper, "is the hottest cunt who ever touched New York town – if you can get past her stupid ego."

"Oh, youuuuu," she protested. But it was no time for anger. The lusciousness of this new fuck thrilled her.

It was impossible for the action to last for long. Weber had been in a state of high stimulation from the moment he'd fucked into the girl at the door, standing her up to take his prick. Then he'd enjoyed the sight of her magnificent body being screwed by his friend and been driven half to orgasm by a luxurious suck. Now he laid it to her cunt on the slick bed of sopping juices.

She was at once tight and very slick. The friction seemed to burn through his cock shaft and fuse his brain with pleasure.

"I – oh, I can't believe this. Take it. Take it!"

"George!" she cried. "I feel it deep.Oh, Oh, Oh!"

It wasn't so much a new orgasm as a continuation of the one she'd just had. All of the sex thrills were just too much. She tensed for Weber and thrust up and gave a long cry of happy distress. Her cunt began to flex again on his shaft, which had already glazed.

"Here it comes!" he shouted in high excitement. Then he gave an exquisite grunt of completion.

"Ah, Eh," she gulped as if a knife had been pressed into her flesh to make a delicate cut.

George got it off with vigorous spurts of grunting happiness. His explosion was complete and satisfying, feeling as if it came from his toes. Hot male seed spurted from his cock to add to the lubricants in the girl's swollen chamber. He gave in to his body's deepest needs, squirting and jerking like a madman as if the force of his seed would evaporate the jissum already there. It was a fabulous ejaculation. It left him sex-sated and dizzy on top of Crystal's soft, yielding body.

Crystal returned the joy with the last of her own hot cunt squeezes and expired for a second time…

"I was thinking of going home," she told Gunnar a few minutes later as she was dressed again. "I have an early day tomorrow." Her body felt great, but her muscles felt like an old woman's.

"Sure," said Gunnar from behind his paper. "Take a taxi. Charge it to the company."

"I can hardly stand your overwhelming generosity," she said, and left, aware of the adoring looks of the two older men she'd serviced so well.

Just like a stupid hooker, she thought. But she knew she herself was mad. The truth was, she resented Gunnar behind that newspaper, being able to resist all the hot sex. She'd fought against it – but couldn't understand why he wasn't as entranced with her as the other two men. Crazy, crazy!

Crystal opened the door to her apartment – and stopped cold. Someone was in her place, and it wasn't Leaf, or Leaf's friends. Leaf would not be back soon – maybe not all night. It was one of those New York nights when you stayed up till dawn, slept for two hours, and went to work, full of life and saturated with the pleasure of the night before.

No, someone was in here, and it was wrong. She felt a surge of fear. She had a gun, but it was in her bedroom, by the bed. That was the room she feared. There was no one out here.

She almost turned and fled her place for the night. There were friends, or even a hotel room. But the rooms remained silent, still…

At last she crept forward, her heart pounding. There was a light turned on in her bedroom. She peered around the door…

And jumped into the room with an angry cry: "What the Devil do you think you're doing?"

Gunnar Strand rested comfortably in her bed. He was naked. He was propped up by pillows, still reading a newspaper. In fact, it looked like the same paper he'd had in the C-M company apartment shortly before. He wore the same cool look on his face. Somehow he'd beaten her here.

"What am I doing here, Crystal? Waiting for you," he said.

She marched into the bedroom and stared down at him.

"I know. You want sex."

"Well, now, I'm not likely to sleep well without it," he said. "I've spent the whole evening watching other men maul your lovely body and restraining myself. First at the dinner, then at the C-M place. There's a limit as to what a human body can stand."

"You made me have sex with Hunt and Weber. Now you can go whistle."

"That's cruel, and no way to treat a business partner," he said.

"I'm done up," she said. "Sexually used, abused and exhausted. All for your cause."

"Yours, too."

"Mine is sensible. Yours will send us to prison."

"Good. You haven't paid for your last crime," he said.

She began to undress.

"Please get out of my bed. If you have to rest, there's the other bedroom. Leaf won't be back for a while."

"I need sex."

He stared hungrily at her body. She was down to her panties and bra.

"Too bad. You can masturbate. I'll turn my head."

She looked at him defiantly. She stripped off her bra and let her big, full breasts hang free. Then she scooted down her panties and stood there, stark naked, watching the lump in the covers rise, aware of the sexiness of her body to the man who hadn't gotten it off.

She got into bed on the other side from him.

"I can take you, you know," he said.

"You're such a phony," she said. "I wondered how you could play so cool. You're not cool. You just hid it. You wanted me as much as the others. Maybe more."

He flushed. "You're a conceited little shit."

"Go on, smother me in compliments. As a matter of fact, I'm getting the idea my body is pretty good."

"Dammit, Crystal, I need sex."

She laughed. "You – begging? After you made me roll out the barrel for two other men, practically strangers?"

"That's different. It's part of the plan."

"And what's this, Gunnar? The equivalent of a hot cup of cocoa so his majesty can sleep better?"

He jumped up and got out of the bed.

"Fuck you, you stupid little broad. I don't need sex that bad."

She merely grinned as he glowered at her, reaching for his shorts.

"No, Gunnar, not this time. You led me around by the nose all evening. You were always one step ahead of me. But this time I'm onto your game."

"What's my game?"

"Playing soft guy, begging guy, to see if you can con me on my blind side. You don't have to beg sex of me. No way. You know I'll fuck your brains out for a week, just to stay out of jail. But you have to work all your cons to see how much you can control me. You pretend indifference, which gets to a proud woman, then whiz over to my place and pretend humble needs. I get to see you crumble before my eyes as you plead and beg. I give in. You go home with another one of my scalps in your belt. You've conned me hard by forcing and conned me soft by trapping."

He glared at her a moment longer. Suddenly he grinned.

"Well now," he said softly. "It turns out you're sharper than I thought."

He walked over to the bed. She took hold of his stiff cock.

"How would you like it? Soft or hard?"

"I'm flexible."

"It looks to me like you're ramrod stiff." She laughed and sucked his prick into her mouth. She was delighted to have spotted his phony begging game. The guy was real dangerous the way he used all the emotions. But where was the real Gunnar?

His cock tasted good. It felt good in her mouth. She felt a rush of emotion.

"Gunnar, I'm not like you!" she cried, releasing his steady blade for a moment. "I react to a loving penis. I like cock. I turn on to it. I like it in my mouth and I like it in my cunt. It scares me because it ruins me."

"Every woman's afraid of liking it too much."

"Every woman isn't stuck with a body that won't stop. Oh, I know that sounds conceited, but I'm made aware daily how many guys want to prong into me."