Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

"God!" he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her pink, widely ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand fold. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet sucked up between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his sperm-laden testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more exciting for him.

Valerie Dodge could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his long hard prick more voraciously, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the loose skin. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the heavily throbbing head furiously until Phillip felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. He was certain she would choke, but somehow she managed to relax the muscles in her tender throat passage, and his thickly-swollen prick eased down the soft channel easily as she continued the maddening sucking on and on.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up completely off the bed, pushing his cock even deeper between the moistly ovaled ridges of her softly working lips.

He groaned over and over again, his lips working frantically and wild unintelligible garbled mumblings spitting from his painfully clenched teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, gutteral sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad headlong dash from the shelter of his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her ravenously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting prick all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed and gulped desperately to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted heavily in final and complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth but she continued sucking, nibbling softly and carefully, drawing every last drop of the warm sticky sperm from his bruised and battered cock. And it was over…

Silently, the steel doors of the elevator opened and Phillip Wright stepped out into the marble-clad corridor. His heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as he walked toward the Dodge apartment, one of only two on the entire huge floor.

Yes, it was a strange series of circumstances allright… Valerie, poised as usual, had dressed and hurried out into the reception room that day ahead of him, apologizing to Jessica profusely for keeping "your handsome man", explaining that she had some work in mind for him. Jessica, naturally, was overjoyed, so much so, in fact, that she never noticed the somewhat sheepish Cheshire-cat grin on his face when he returned a few minutes later. And apparently Valerie Dodge was serious about the work, for a day later she called with an offer of a short-term assignment, sort of a trial run, you might say. And with an invitation to this party.

He'd thought of telling Jessica, but then, since he hadn't actually seen her in a few days, it hardly seemed worth the bother. She'd understand, probably, knowing it was only for business, even though it wasn't the sort of thing she'd ever dream of. Phillip half-laughed to himself as he thought of what Jessica's reaction would be to the mere mention of what had happened the other day in Valerie's office. Jesus, she'd go out of her mind!

"Phillip, darling! Come in, come in!" Valerie swished from the suddenly open door and hustled him into the immense living room… and into the most important night of his life.

Jessica Wright waited nervously for the doorman to open her door as she sat, somewhat afraid, in the enormous Mercedes-Benz limousine that had brought her to this fashionable riverside high-rise. The uniformed employee was fast on his feet for an old man, or at least he was when he recognized the car. She politely thanked the driver, a middle-aged black who only nodded in reply, and lifted the hem of her silvery gown, her arm firmly but gently held by the doorman, as she made her way to the building entrance.

William Dodge had sent the car for her, just as he had promised on the telephone when he called day before yesterday. She had nearly refused his invitation at first, feeling it only fair to talk this over with Phillip first. But her aunt's phone had been out of order for almost a week now, and still no sign of a repairman from that marvelously efficient New York telephone company. She couldn't call him for an okay. And after all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize that Mrs. Dodge would be at the party too? What could be wrong with accepting his kind invitation? Surely, the contacts she could make at a party like this would be a great help in her modeling career, maybe even in Phillip's art practice.

Jessica was reluctant for another reason, too… it was only a few short days since that horrible night at Marty Felder's. That nightmare was still indelibly etched in her mind, and there still remained the awful task of telling Phillip the truth about what went on in the Felder penthouse. She knew she had to tell him eventually – it wouldn't be fair to even think about marriage until she'd leveled with him. Maybe he wouldn't want her after he learned the truth… some men couldn't live with the knowledge that their wives had done something as unspeakable as what she had been dragged into at Marty Felder's. But that was the gamble she'd have to take. If Phillip was indeed half the man she knew he was, he'd understand he'd forgive her and go on loving her just as though nothing had ever happened.

And for her part, Jessica knew now never to let herself be suckered into anything again, no matter what the odds. There could never be another Marty Felder in her life, for Jessica Richards the kid grew up that night. And no man would ever pull the wool over her eyes again. Not that she had to worry with Phillip – he wasn't the sort. Wild perhaps, like all artists are, in some way or another, but sweet and warm and gentle. Not like so many men she'd met since embarking on this career. Not like the Marty Felder's of this world.

Of course, there hadn't been any job offer forthcoming from that horrible Felder. All she could thank that filthy pervert for was the chance at an interview with William Dodge. That much he owed her, he reluctantly admitted, after a quarter-hour of non-stop tears when the heartless monster finally admitted that he really didn't have anything open for her at the moment. And it was that interview that led her to this party.