Paula Cash - Lap lessons

"Gunnar, he hasn't…"

"I don't care about that, you stupid kid. When we've finished our project, you can fuck up your life with any thick-headed asshole you can find. You'll pick a loser, I know that."

"Gunnar…"

"What, I worry about is love's little confidences. 'What does this guy you live with do?' he asks. 'Oh, he fools with the computer for the bank,' you reply. 'No,' he says, 'come on, tell me the real lowdown. What does he REALLY do with 'the computer?' So – with love shining in your stupid eyes, you blurt out everything we do and swear him to secrecy. I get the FBI on my doorstep."

"Oh, Gunnar, I would never…"

He grabbed her by the wrist and walked her back into the living room. He sat her down roughly by the telephone.

"Get him on the horn. Tell him you can't come out tonight. Poppa won't let you."

"Ohhh, Gunnar, whyyy?" Her eyes filled with tears again.

Gunnar stared down at Leaf and knew that he could only tell her a part of the reason. It was true that he feared her saying the wrong thing to the young guy she'd taken up with. It was also true that he was hungry for sex and the incredible fact was – he hadn't fucked her.

Since the night he'd forced anal sex on her, he'd only touched her once – another anal trip because the first was so good. The rest of the time he refrained, because he wanted her putting out for Hunt, Weber and the other executives, not him. It drove him crazy to think of her giving it up to a lead-brained punk kid who meant nothing to the project. Better he should have it!

She argued, she pled, she wept. In the end, she had to call young Fellows and break her date. Gunnar was in one of his moods, she realized, and when he got like this there was nothing you could do.

He walked her into the bedroom and began to take off her clothes. She tried to stop him.

"Gunnar, I love what you do to my rear, but it always leaves me aching the next day. Maybe we shouldn't do it tonight."

"Who said anything about your rear?"

She stared at him in surprise.

"You want something else?"

He pulled down her slacks, peeling off her panties along with them. He dug his fingers in between her legs, making her jump, gasp and walk up on her toes as those threatening fingers tried to get inside her body.

"How about plain old front side sex, Leaf? We haven't tried that yet. And since you're putting it out to every nothing young guy who works at the bank…"

"Gunnar, uuuuuuuuu."

He made her take fingers standing up and she became wet suddenly. He pushed her back on the bed and got her pants and panties off the rest of the way. Tears came to her eyes.

"Gunnar, why do men use me like this? Grab me and ram things between my legs to get me excited and give up sex. They don't do this to other women."

"Because, baby, there's something about your body, face and manner that screams 'Fuck me!' Don't blame the guys. I've seen it happen a hundred times. You walk into that bank office and every male who sees you says to himself 'That's a sure fuck. Good-looking, too.'"

"No, Gunnar – I'm not like that at all."

He took pity on her.

"Leaf, I know you don't want to be. Still, when you walk you have a wounded, hungry look, like you can't possibly get across the room unless somebody shoves a stiff prick into you belly real quick. If you were ugly, you wouldn't be so bad. Unfortunately, you're damned good-looking."

"You and Crystal were going to help me out with this."

"We will. How do you pay us back? With money on your salary? Come on."

He'd undressed by now and climbed on the bed.

"Aren't you even going to take off all my clothes first. Oh, Dammit, I won't be used by men like this."

She jerked away from him and went for the door. He was already hard. Her resistance made her twice as sexy. It was weak; it was ineffectual; but it lifted her out of the cow woman class.

He caught her at the door, spread her legs, and fucked up into her cunt, which was hot, wet and slick. Part of her problem was that she got hot, wet and slick between her legs as soon as a man touched her.

He drove his cock up her cunt with savage, delicious thrusts, reveling in the slick tight sheath that gave such good friction.

"Oh, baby, ohhh. You are a luscious fuck."

"Gunarrrrrr," she wailed.

He had planned to ream her a little, holding her soft body against the door jamb to cow her and then enjoy the rest of the fuck on the comfort of the bed. She was surprisingly sexy. She was almost as good as the incredible Crystal. He realized that he'd exercised great restraint in not plugging her before this. Many a day, at breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, he'd had a sudden letch to fuck her, but was always too busy.

Tonight he wasn't too busy. His lust flamed out so that he didn't even want to stop long enough to take her over to the bed. He rammed his stiff prick up into her body with hot, fast thrusts, holding her by the ass so the angle was good, savoring the hot action that crazed him.

"Gunnar… we ought to… oh, do we h-h-h-have to do it… like this?"

Her eyes were big as saucers. Gunnar terrified her. She was in love with him as well as in awe of him and not sure which came first. Of course, she was a little in love with lots of men, yet even as she protested her near-rape she was proud that Gunnar wanted to get it off in her.

In the time they'd been together he'd only seemed interested in her ass, which embarrassed her even when she enjoyed the anal sex. Tonight told her that he wanted to make a baby in her, so that made loving Gunnar okay.

"This is weird – my legs tired," she confessed.

She sighed happily as the strong cock whipped in and out of her. It was true that she enjoyed sex a lot. She could never understand why people made such a fuss about it, when every human body came equipped with pleasure nerves that you could hardly wear out.

Gunnar lifted her legs around his waist – giving her deeper penetration.

"Oh, my God."

Gunnar expected to be able to bring her along fairly easily. You could tell by looking at her that she'd quickly melt around a stiff, determined prick. He hadn't expected to score on her this fast. Astonished, he increased his pace.

"Laying it… into yu… baby. give up… your cunt."

"Ahh, Gunnar. Oh, Oh, Oh."

It was real, all right. She could fake sounds but couldn't fake those deep down pulsations of her sex nerves as she swept to early orgasm and clipped on his cock.

Nothing pleased a man more in sex than conquest of the female, making her cum fairly quickly. It meant that he made her super hot and she wanted to give up her body to him in ecstasy. Some cunts were fairly stubborn and exhausted a man, or creamed him before quaking. Some never came, no matter what.

Leaf was certainly at the other end of this scale. Gunnar realized with astonishment that no matter how quick the guy, this luscious female would always beat him to orgasm, even if the guy could only hold on for thirty seconds. Fantastic.

Leaf's head lolled lasciviously, eyes dazed, as her soft belly went tense and she gave his cock spasm after spasm…

Caught up in it now, Gunnar carried the dazed girl to the bed and pounded home his load, trying for almost the first time in his life to shoot it off as fast as he could. It didn't take long. That moist, warm and nubile body thrilled him to mounting ecstasies, so that he soon reached the wounding grunt that meant his sex equipment had unsealed.

"Ahhhhhh, doll, you're fuuuucked!" he announced happily.

He poured the rich stuff into her gut. She twisted in erotic pleasure as she received his spurting manhood. Only then did he pull out of her and make love to her with the usual kissing, hugging and nipple nibbling of her meaty breasts. She got hot right away. To his surprise, he got hard right away.