Paula Cash - Lap lessons

He grunted and got up, and slid his prick into her mouth, not expecting much.

He was wrong. The girl took his blade easily and sucked it with a hot demand suck, as if her automatic nervous system was in perfect control. He rose right up to glory.

"You little devil. Nothing stops the sex," he gasped.

He held her head. He looked down on her beautiful face. He felt the rapture creep up his legs from his toes as he watched his prick reaming in and out of that beautiful mouth, sticking the shaft with sexy saliva. The tickle went to a rush and that went to a soaring sensation of good feeling. When it reached his cock, he exploded.

"Ahhhhh – eeeeeee," he gasped.

Hot shots of scorching sperm scoured into her mouth. She took it down as he spurted, and he gave soft cries of wonder. All evening he'd waited for this happy culmination, and the relieving rushes were fantastic. Spurt, spurt, spurt – right into her mouth, down her throat, and into her body. He owned her and used her, laying his seed deep inside of her, rinsing off great gushes of splendor.

"Feels – sooo – goood," he had to gasp.

He relaxed and that felt best of all, first furious bursts over and then powerful, spurting squirts of manhood delivered without effort and with a maximum of glowing joy along his shaft and in his belly.

He slid his cock forward and in her spent condition she let him take all of her throat, the walls gripping his cock in slippery sexiness. He shot off the last of his sperm, feeling like he wanted to follow it down that beautiful passage and turn her into some kind of a permanent golden statue. He gave his last spurts and pulled back so that she could breathe. He collapsed beside her. It had been rather more of a hot run than he'd expected and the euphoria was so good that he fell asleep on the spot in deep and dreamless rest…

It was the next night and Leaf Campbell faced Crystal and Gunnar in Crystal's living room.

"But I don't want to work in a bank!" Leaf cried. "I've got a good job with Sydney in Domino Personnel. I just got the job – now you want me to leave."

"We're through with the computer work at Domino," explained Crystal. It was true in more ways than one. She had already canceled the fake check setup at Domino, letting the machine take the blame as a start-up error. She went on to explain to Leaf that the new assignment was with the C-M Bank.

"You'll work in the Trust Department," said Gunnar. "It's a very nice job."

"Look," said Leaf. "I appreciate what you've done for me, getting that first job. But Mr. Martin's been a pain. I have to turn him down for sex all the time. Those bankers we were out with last night – they'd like to start something with me. I'd have two, or maybe four, instead of just one man to turn down. Not that I don't appreciate the free dinners and the nightclubs."

Gunnar and Crystal exchanged glances. Gunnar sauntered over to the girl.

"Leaf, we're working toward a very important thing. If it works, you'll have a lot more than a small job in a big company. Against that an occasional sex night is nothing."

She looked from one to the other. Crystal seemed subdued tonight, worn out. Crystal wore one of her silver jumpsuits and looked great, but she had a sort of, well, quietness, as if she'd had a lot of sex. Leaf trusted her, but she didn't trust this strange new man Crystal had.

"Is it something dishonest?" she asked.

Gunnar started to deny it, but Crystal said: "Completely."

"Oh, my goodness!" said Leaf. "I can't do anything like that."

Gunnar made a gesture to Crystal, who sighed and rose.

"Leaf, Gunnar wants to talk to you alone. I think you should listen to him. I'll be in the bedroom."

When she was gone, Leaf stared nervously at Gunnar, who walked up to her and stood close. She lowered her gaze. She looked like a sexy little innocent standing there. She'd worn a black dress, sheer dark pantyhose, and high heels.

Gunnar put his hand under her chin and lifted her head. When it came up he stared at her weak, sensual lips, then kissed her. She stiffened and tried to step back. His arms closed around her. She struggled ineffectually while he planted a second kiss on her mouth, wetter than the first. She moaned and her mouth clung to his for a moment before she pulled back.

On the third kiss, he folded the girl into his arms to hold her tight. One hand went down to squeeze and knead her curving buttocks. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and chased her trembling, pink tongue, which had nowhere to hide. She came forward to the French kiss and the fondling to make a surprised protest in her throat. Her warm flesh pressed against him while her breathing became ragged in excitement. Her arousal had an electric effect on him. It was as if his prick literally jumped up in his pants, straining to get at her soft belly.

"Ahhh, no," she gasped at last, pulling back. Her cheeks looked flushed and her eyes looked glowing and randy.

He kissed her again and this time felt right around the inside of her crotch to dig a hand into her cunt. The girl surged up against him with a cry of sexuality. While his finger dug into her soft girl passage, she undulated on his fingers as if commanded by an unseen force. They locked in thrilling sex contact as he worked his cock freely on her belly and jogged her cunt through her dress.

"Oh, great Heavens!" she cried, pulling free at last.

He let her pull out of his arms. He stood there staring at her.

In confusion she said: "Do you mean I'm supposed to make love to you, too, Mr. Strand?"

He caught her dress and lifted it, pulling it clear up to her waist. She gave a little scream, but he said: "You're wet, Leaf. Already you're excited. I can see a patch of girl need straining your panties."

"You don't want to be an easy target, do you, Leaf? You want to be like other girls who don't get handled and fondled. Yet men do bold things to you that they don't to other girls."

"It drives me crazy!" she exploded. She pulled her skirt away from him to cover what she thought was her shame.

"Leaf – you show vulnerability – in the way you walk, in the way you look, in the way you act. Your brain says 'no', but your body says 'I want sex'."

"I know – but I don't really want it so much. Or do I? Do I?" She really looked scared.

He smiled. "Relax. It won't kill you, Leaf. No, somehow you got the idea that your only value in this world is your hot little tunnel. Especially to men. If you can fuck a man, he'll be nice to you and won't hurt you. So a man looks cross-eyed at you and you drop your panties."

"They drive me crazy. Sometimes when we start it I don't even care."

"How would you like to get over that. Stop men from using you. Tell 'em 'no'. Never have sex unless you really want to?"

"I know I have to do that," she said, hanging her head.

"Crystal and I can help you do that," he said. "But we need your help, too. You help us – we'll get you to a place you want to be. You'll be able to say 'no' all day long. Pretty soon they won't look at you in that special way they do now."

"I'd like that."

"You need that. Leaf, you couldn't be a hooker. You'd be afraid to ask for money. Instead, if you don't have friends, your life will be taken over by selfish and surly men who'll use you and dump you until you've lost your looks and nobody will care."

She shivered at his dark prediction of her possible doom. It was easy to see that the same idea had crossed her mind more than once.

"Well, if you and Crystal can help – I trust Crystal. I like Crystal," she said.

He slapped her fanny. "Good. Go into the bedroom and talk to her now."

She fled gladly. Gunnar Strand was one of those men she couldn't stand up to for a single second, for some reason.

She found Crystal in the bedroom, laying on the bed. Crystal had removed her jump suit and lay there in her bra and panties. She stared up at the ceiling, eyes seeing something far away. Leaf stopped momentarily, thinking something was wrong, but Crystal beckoned. Leaf advanced to the bed shyly. Crystal was so fabulous looking, especially near-naked as she was at this moment. Those high beautiful breasts, that flat belly, those exquisitely curved thighs and legs, small feet. And, of course, there was her beautiful face and incredible hair. No woman should have such beauty. A photographer could walk right in the room and take a picture of her on the bed, and it could go right into one of the big magazines as a center spread.