Paula Cash - Lap lessons

"Fred, dammit, business before pleasure."

He hooked the back of her neck with his hand and brought her face up to his.

"Crystal, you take me into that bedroom of yours. We'll get naked. You give me the start of a good suck and I'll talk."

All she could think of was that sex with him had one great advantage. It took her off the hook as far as her part of Sylvia's adultery went. If she gave him sex, he couldn't say one word about her part in Sylvia's action…

Naked with him on the bed, she found her own lust rising. It had been two weeks since her last sex. Back then there'd been a flurry of lots of sex, with her happy little cunt filled again and again. Then nothing.

Fred Ritter had an okay body, softish but not too soft. He had a sturdy cock, not as big as some she'd had, rather short, but thick. It could groove lots of joy into her.

As he dug his palms into her breasts that always seemed to drive men crazy, she went down on his prick, and to her surprise she thrilled to ecstasy right away. Her hot little box HAD missed all that sex.

"Oh, Fred, this is wrong!" she cried happily. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"Me, n-neither," he gasped. "Still – as future partners…"

She sucked his blade greedily, letting all the good feeling expand her belly, wet her cunt, thrill her nerves. It was a thick little beast and it would feel terrific in her. His hands on her sensitive nipples also heated her eager body. She gave him a dozen luscious sucks and then squeezed and jacked off his member in its casing of her silken saliva.

"T-Tell me, Fred. Tell me what we're going to do."

He kissed her throat. He kissed each breast, making loud sounds. He kissed her mouth. Then, panting, he hugged her and made good on his promise.

"It's an old racket for an insurance company," he told her. "What's new is that your computer makes it easy in a big way…"

What he and Sylvia planned to do was stuff the computer with new fake policies made out to fictitious names. Then they'd fake the paper work for a loan, which would be okayed by the computer. The loan money would pay the premiums on the fake policies to keep them current. They'd pocket the commissions and part of the loans.

"But you've got a Ponzi scheme," she protested. "They always fail, because you have to keep taking new loans to pay off old loans until you get caught."

"Aha! You forget the insurance business has three aspects, policies, premiums – and claims. If we can fake the policies and the loans, we can also fake the claims to take us off the hook. Money paid out in claims is gone forever, so we can bail out any time."

It excited her just as the hard prick in her hand did. "But we'd have to be deadly careful with the claims. Make them statistically logical so there's no challenge."

"Can your computer do all that?"

"Fred, the A-C 1100 can bend light from space – do anything. IF the programmer knows his or her onions. Fortunately, I'm rated as a mathematical genius."

He hugged her. "Baby, we can even take loans on our fake policies. It'll be like shaking the branches of a money tree!"

"But do you hate your company?"

"Listen, Crystal, it's only average bad. They grant favored loans, against the law, they avoid lawful claims against the law. They charge too much, which is not ethical, and they invest in shaky projects, which is not wise. I just see them ripping off, so we'll rip back and not worry about it."

"I think it can be done!" she said happily.

She knew the size of Fisk International's annual premium take. It was huge, which meant that her necessary hundred thousand might be acquired in about two months and then she could quit.

She turned back to Fred's cock with a warm feeling. It would be fabulous to end her pirate foray quickly and get out of town before Gunnar caused a scandal. She was sure he'd make some little mistake and get caught. He was too angry since his prison term – lacked detachment…

She resumed her suck, reveling in the hardness of Fred's cock, enjoying his rich moans of joy and her own rising sexuality. The Ritters were the best news she'd had since coming to New York.

"Baby, let's get on to the real thing," he cried.

She went back on the bed, opened her legs, and welcomed him into her saddle. She liked the way he touched her. Give credit to older men – they were often better lovers than the young guys, who were crazed by their inevitable youthful fervor.

His thick cock pronged into her while she felt a rush of deep pleasure. It was the front of her vagina that was the most sensitive anyway, so she'd lose nothing by his shorter length, and she would gain by the tight fit of his round rod.

"Dee – lish – us!" she cried happily.

"Oh, baby, we're going to seal a deal tonight," he responded.

He drove into her as if he meant to take his time, lifting them gradually into sex heaven. That was all right with her – she needed a thorough reaming after the arid weeks. He hugged her tightly and…

The phone rang.

He picked it up with a sweep of his hand, almost casually, and handed it to her, smiling down.

"Heh – hello?" she quavered.

"Crystal – it's me… Sylvia."

"Oh, yess."

Crystal burned in embarrassment to be lying on her bed talking to Sylvia while Sylvia's husband's cock rode up her belly. Sylvia would kill her if she knew what an adulterous cock thief Crystal was.

"Crystal – Sydney had to go. He has an early day tomorrow. I feel restless. I'm coming over to your apartment to talk to you about a project."

"Oh, Sylvia, no!" cried Crystal.

"What? Why? What's wrong? You sound funny."

She sounded "funny" because Fred had shoved his cock up in her, smiling. Apparently he relished the idea that it was his wife on the line while he fucked Crystal.

"Don't come, Sylvia. I – I'm too tired… got a headache," Crystal managed.

"Nonsense, dear. I'm already dressed. I'll help your headache. I need company. I'm going out the door right now. I'll be there in ten minutes or less. Bye."

"Sylvia – nooo," wailed Crystal.

Crystal was too late. The phone went dead. Sylvia was on her way here!

"I thought Sylvia was up on Long Island," said Fred.

"I must've been wrong, Fred. She'd drr – she's coming right over here. She's going out the door."

Crystal began to struggle under Fred, but he held her down.

"What the hurry, baby?"

"Sylvia – your wife – she's coming here – fast!"

Fred only chuckled and leaned forward.

"Crystal, do you know how long ten minutes is? It's a lifetime. Especially with sex. The average intercourse takes two minutes. We have plenty of time to finish and for me to get out."

He went on drilling her, groaning in his pleasure. The beautiful blonde was the hottest creature he'd touched in years.

Crystal felt a new thrill added to the sensations she already felt. Fear that she'd get caught in her own apartment with Fred, in this lewd, lascivious act. She fucked up against Fred's cock with faster and faster motions.

"Got to get it off. Got to finish… get presentable."

Her belly really felt great with the added excitement. She turned her head to look at the clock. Yes, they had a whole ten minutes.

"Oh, Fred, it – you – it feels so good… we'll be done so quick," she said.

"You know it, baby. Can't last when anything is this good!"

He leaned forward to suckle her breasts, digging his cock in and out of her. She could tell by the straining tensions in his body and his gasps that it felt fantastic to him to fuck her and eat her nipples at the same time. He sure wasn't going to last more than a minute!

"Ah, Uh, Uh, Uh," he gasped, driving faster.

"Go, go, go with it," she cheered him.

She put her mind to a fast rise to utter glory, a surrender, and a quick orgasm. Inside of three minutes they'd be done and off the bed. She thought she felt that deep down, incredible tickle that came just before orgasm when you felt with delight and a little dismay that you were going to have to give over to the furious exertion of an orgasm.