Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

"Suck it! Suck it! Oh Christ, lover-girl, suck that prick!" he moaned, as she began to swirl her deeply imbedded finger furiously in his anus, until suddenly he felt like urinating… wished momentarily that he could… right in her mouth… and then it was time! He could feel it surging up from the depths of his balls and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, clutching at her hair while it raced the length of his prick and he felt the first shudder of her own orgasm seize her and she began to suck

with insane fury.

Gush after gush of his white hot sperm spewed into her mouth from his pumping cock She swallowed wildly, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her body quivering and jerking from her own climax while she continued to suck hungrily, little whimpering, purring sounds humming out of her, her head never stopping as he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat and he continued to shoot his load deeper and deeper into her voraciously sucking mouth…

Then, a convulsive shudder passed over him and he groaned a great sigh as the dregs of his sperm were sucked out of him and his shaft began to grow flaccid in her mouth. Still, she clung to it nibbling tenderly, licking it until it glistened in its soft, deflated state… finally kissing it and raising her face to him.

He bent down, taking her smooth, chiseled face between his big hands and kissed her warmly on the mouth.

"Now, daddy," she said, her eyes dancing happily because she knew she had satisfied him… and had won the game. "About the playroom… We'll want the movie-projection room and the TV intercom built-in. I-I think I'd better have little Jeff come over and see me tomorrow afternoon, don't you? I mean… you don't plan to be home, do you, daddy?"

Nathan Brendell chuckled. "You're a hellion, you know that? A wild little bitch."

She pouted. "You don't love me," she said, dropping her head, kissing his limp and useless penis once more.

He mussed her hair playfully. "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'll be at the office all day tomorrow." She raised her head and smiled at him. "We'll go over these plans tonight to be sure we get everything the way we want it." He paused. "You know, it means I've got to put the cash up to build this. He obviously doesn't have the resources."

"So…?"

Brendell shrugged. "So… nothing, I guess. For you, lover-girl, whatever the price… it's worth it."

"Well… I'm not certain, dear…" Claudia Gray replied in her controlled, husky voice. "You see, I do have a full agenda… clients right up to here, know what I mean?" She hesitated. "But I did say I'd read it didn't I?"

"I-If you're too busy, Miss Gray…"

"No. I told you to bring it to me if that beast, Fletcher, tried to exploit you… I remember." There was a momentary pause. "Did he, darling?"

"Well… I-I'd rather not say, Miss Gray," Karen answered. "Look, if you're too busy, I can understand…"

"Not at all, darling. We females must stick together," Claudia Gray interrupted. "Can you get it over here right away?"

"Well… well, yes, I can. I'll have it delivered by cab."

"Wonderful, pet. I'll try to give it a reading today. I do have a thousand and one things… but for you… Look, I'll call you tonight, Karen. We'll go from there, eh?"

"Wonderful," Karen said, clutching her bourbon-filled instant coffee. She smiled the mouthpiece. "… And thanks, Miss Gray."

"Oh… oh, nonsense. But it better be good, young lady," she said warmly. "Until tonight then…?"

"Yes… yes, until tonight."

Karen hung up, elated It took her five minutes to scoop up her dog-eared manuscript and hustle down to the street to send it on its way with Barney, the cabby. Back in her apartment, she dropped into her favorite chair and slipped into coffee-bourbon drinking.

It had been a hellish night sleep-wise. Her stupidity with Karl Fletcher had overwhelmed her, once she'd given it a little thought. Twice in the darkest tapering hours before dawn she had gone to the bathroom to retch. How she ever could have degraded herself to such a degree was beyond her now in broad daylight. That filthy, vile man… and she'd lain with him… given herself to him like some slut off the street. Yet… yet, she couldn't rid herself of the knowledge that he had satiated her… made her cum like a wanton! Nor could she shake the rapturous thought of the pleasure and bliss that had overwhelmed her at that moment. Dear God, had that only been her Jeff… What ecstasy would lay ahead for them… Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! My darling! Where are you? Come to me… find me! Oh God!

She went into the kitchenette and made herself more coffee, spiking it lightly. She had to get these unreasonable thoughts from her mind and concentrate on her work. A book lay half-finished on her typewriter table. It was good, too. She must concentrate on her work. Claudia Cray had her present book and she felt confident that the alluring agent would call her this evening as promised.

She would work all day! Give thought to nothing else. This was her life. It would all come out… she was certain of it… it would all emerge!

She swallowed at her coffee… tasted, and her face clouded. Too light on the bourbon, she thought, walking toward the kitchenette…

Jeff walked around the kitchen, naked except for an apron. Toni lay in the one-room combination apartment-bed. She had just gotten to her naked bicycle exercise performance.

"If you don't come out here and make the toast, I'm going to pour this bacon grease right on your ass," Jeff said, clutching four eggs in his hands from the refrigerator.

"Honey, when you speak about my ass you affect me deeply," Toni said, jumping to her feet and coming to the kitchen end of the room, her lovely little body jiggling excitingly in the right places. "Speak, oh master."

"The toast," he said, going to the stove.

"And why doesn't the lady from Pygmalion call?" she said, jutting out her posterior toward him in a waggling little performance to indicate he had rocks in his head

"She'll call, I tell you. She'll call… if I know my women," Jeff said, wondering if, in fact, he knew anything about women at all.

She had dripped all over him yesterday, made her desire as plain as a plumb-bob on a center-point. Sex… Christ, she exuberated with it. He'd bet his backbone… but that was yesterday. Here we were into today and we start all over again.

Toni said: "Well, I'll tell you the truth. That old man of hers is a brute in bed anyway. He's probably worn her so thin she can't lift the telephone…"

"How the hell would you know?" Jeff barked at her. He didn't know why he should get all upset, but her words had twisted him.

Toni turned to smile at him. He was looking back over his shoulder from where be stood at the stove, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of her naked, voluptuous little body. It angered him that she peaked his desire so.

"We're pen-pals, didn't you know?" she said, smiling provocatively, a piece of toast in one hand, a knife with a clump of butter in the other.

"You're a goddamned little whore!" he spat viciously. "That's what you are!"

Toni shrugged naked creamy shoulders as she spread the butter over the toast. She said: "That's the way it is, handsome. Some of us have it… some of us don't. And we latter have to do the best we can."

Jeff threw down the spatula, probably would have slapped her had the phone not rung. Toni joggled her buttocks toward it.

"One moment," she said, then half smiled back at him. "For you, oh massiveness… and it sounds awfully much like a British slut."

It happened fast and Jeff just listened. Her voice was like melted butter. He hung up in a half daze.

"I know," Toni said, biting into toast. "The mistress wants to go over the blueprints with you."