Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he muttered innocently, "I knew movie stars were nice looking, but I never expected anything like… like this!" He stared mutely at her nakedness, still holding the empty glass in his hand. He could see the tell-tale glint of growing passion in her eyes and it was all he could do to hold back the urge to drop to his knees at her feet and bury his face and lips in the warm moist delicacy of that incredibly tantalizing furrow between her smooth supple thighs that seemed to beckon him, call to him with a siren's song all its own. But he managed to contain himself, somehow aware now that this was no "quickie", one just didn't jump on the famous Valerie Dodge and pump it to her like a common whore. She wanted a lover, not an over-eager punk kid who'd leave her hot and horny and unsatisfied. He could tell already that the agonizing wait would bring its own reward.

"You've got a lot to offer yourself," she smiled up at him, "enough to get me interested, and I'm not that excitable."

"I've never had any complaints," he said with a boyish grin.

Valerie parted her thighs a little more, flexing the sinewy lengths of her ripely formed legs like a lioness might before a kill. "I'll bet you don't, young man," she purred. And with that, she leaned back seductively onto her elbows, arching herself backward invitingly with a tempting smile that made her offering undeniable.

Phillip leaned over and kissed her, lightly at first, on the lips, pretending that this sort of chance encounter with a glamorous screen star and celebrity was just run-of-the-mill with him.

She held him off for a moment, teasingly, then reached up, curled her arms around and pulled him down onto her naked warmth. One of his legs was between her opened thighs; he shivered at the feel of her incredible supple softness as her body seemed glued against his. She moved her thigh up against his crotch as he ground his lips harshly into her, bringing his cock into painfully erect hardness. He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the gland on me rapidly hardening tip. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain Valerie could feel the sticky wetness through the fabric. She continued her practiced massaging with a skillful thoroughness that brought his aching lustfulness to a crescendo pitch; he was certain the head of his throbbing prick would explode at any second. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the least extra pressure; it was definite now, he could feel the pressure building deep in his balls below. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she sucked gently tenderly, on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills racing the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the warm teasing sensation and placed his cheeks against her hair, pausing to think guiltily of how horrified and shocked Jessica would be if she knew what was happening right here in the same office.

And then he thought, "Valerie, what about my girl? What if she can't find me and starts asking questions?"

Valerie Dodge's hand was on the handsome young man's inner thigh, brushing lightly, appraisingly, over the hardened bulge along the inside of his leg, admiring the long, thick ridge that poked eagerly against the material. "You can stop worrying. The girl on the desk will just tell her you are with Mrs. Dodge for an interview. You are an artist, aren't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"But nothing. Anyway, when we're… uh, finished, shall we say, with pleasure, we'll find time to talk business. Dodge always needs new artists. Especially those so…" her hand stroked the throbbing rigid length of his cock still growing harder inside his pants, "… well equipped."

They seemed frozen there for a long moment, Phillip half-leaning, half-crouching over the voluptuously naked wife of William B. Dodge, while the poor bastard was only an office or two away!

"Get your clothes off, honey," she whispered hoarsely, visibly excited now as she quivered beneath him, "I'll teach you some tricks that little teeny-bopper girlfriend of yours never dreamed of." Her thighs were grinding against his loins heatedly.

"You do want to fuck me, don't you Phillip?" Her voice was strained and husky now.

"Jesus Christ, yes!" he nearly shouted.

"Then let's hear you say it, baby," she cooed.

"Yes… I want to fuck you!"

"Is that all? Just fuck me… just an ordinary ol' fuck?"

"No, better man any you've ever had! Harder and deeper than you've ever had it!" Phillip was worked up to me bursting point, whipped into a panting, lusting rage by the naked woman's lewd urgings.

"God, baby, get naked and get in me! Hurry, I'm dying!" she moaned, pushing him away in her haste.

He jumped from the bed and began desperately stripping himself to join the already nakedly writhing woman so anxiously waiting for him on the silk covers, her smooth, milk-white curves laid bare before him like a feast. He felt a twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants and undershorts together and stood over her still lying on the round bed with his cock jutting out in full naked erection from his hard muscular pelvis, a long, thick length of throbbing flesh and blood dangling before the unclothed married woman below. She lifted her body slightly and pulled off the last of the sheer robe that lay uselessly at her sides, leaving just her white garter belt and dark stockings, an incredible frame for the tantalizing temptation of her warm, moist furrow, her pussy-lips palpitating now with unbridled lust and wanton excitement. She lay back on the enormous bed and looked up at him standing stark nude over her; her eyes glued to the throbbing, blood-filled head of his young, eager cock standing out in the air. She watched the pulsing, lust-distended head a moment, then managed a hoarse, anguished plea, "Oh, get that marvelous hunk of meat in me, lover! I'm dying, baby, dying! Goddamn, get it deep inside me and screw me good, please! Jesus, get it in my cunt and fuck me before I burn up!"

He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the youthful strength of his muscular arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and she raised her face to his, locking her lips tightly to his as her hand searched down between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped aloud this time at the coolness of her fingers around his throbbing rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed her back, hot and moist kisses that smothered her with his intense youthful passion. Her odor was maddening, a rich, exotic perfume that he'd never smelled before; the scent was appropriate for his fantastically passionate woman, a kind of tantalizing muskiness that reeked of erotic abandonment and perversions. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsh pressure of his with a warm yielding rubberiness that sent electric chills racing throughout his naked sinewy body. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body in a frenzied burst of lustful passion, and pulling his body onto her full nakedness, opening her legs wide to take him between them; his cock probed up between her silken thighs, pressed eagerly against the puffed fleshy lips of her moist, warm pussy.

"Oh, please, fuck me, darting… I can't stand it! Please!"

William Dodge, having glanced twice at his platinum Rolex watch, excused himself from his lovely young office visitor, and stepped from the room through a door marked "Private". Jessica Richards, cut off somewhat abruptly, though politely, in mid-sentence, just as she was describing the most recent modeling assignment she had worked on, sat rather puzzled, though not really very concerned. She knew that big corporate heads like William Dodge were constantly being interrupted and called away to meetings and such, and that abrupt disappearances like this were probably routine for a man like him. He'd been looking at his watch ever since his wife, Valerie, came in for a hurried, whispered chat a while before; whatever she had to tell him seemed to interest him greatly. She could actually see a rush of color and excitement come to his face as his attractive wife whispered her news in her husband's ear. Mrs. Dodge apologized profusely for the rude interruption and excused herself.