Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

"Ohhhh!" she had gasped the moment he raised his handsome mouth from hers and she caught her breath, her soft belly and loins alive with intensively aroused sensations. "I-I don't un-understand, Mr. Keele… What are you doing…?"

"The hell you don't!" he whispered raspily down into her flushed face. "You've flaunted this luscious ass of yours before my eyes just about long enough," he added, smoothing his huge, hot hands down her back to unhesitantly cup and massage the rounded twin moons of her resilient, trembling buttocks. "Now, I'm going to have some of it, baby… a great big juicy piece of it!"

"But… oh please, Mr. Keele… ohhhh…" Carol had protested, and not without a good measure of sincerity. As much as this was the very situation both she and Jack had luridly hoped to produce, she realized that to give in to him then and there might well be the end of it all for them… like playing her highest trump card too early in the hand. Yet even though she perceived this in a racing maze of thought patterns, the near-irresistible influence of his enveloping masculinity as he held her crushed tightly against him, kissing her at will while the long, thick hardness of his stiffening penis pressed into the soft, yielding flesh of her trembling belly and fervidly moistening loins, was rapidly destroying her capacity to think straight. "Oh… oh please… we shouldn't… no… not here…" she gasped as his huge, hot hands smoothed their way up in under her tiny skirt from behind to caress and knead the sheer nylon-covered spheres of her full, firm buttocks, clutching them tightly and forcing her churning, pliant belly, loins, and flushed thighs tighter against the growing heat of his pulsating rod of thick hardness.

Again, he kissed her, thrusting his hot, wet tongue between her ripe, half-opened lips and into the receptive cavern of her mouth to find her own in a moist, lingual caress. Simultaneously, he moved one busy hand around to wedge between them while he held her secured against him with the other. Carol gasped into his mouth when she felt his huge, warm hand moving between the naked flesh of her soft, tingling thighs to first stroke then cup the entire puffy area of the dampened hair-fringed genitals between her legs, gently squeezing and massaging her flushed vaginal lips. She felt like a toy in his arms, and before she could protest further, she sensed one long, thick finger worm its way beneath the thin nylon crotch-band of her wispy panties to slip up through the now lubriciously sensitive flesh of her pussy crevice, sending spasms of wild sensations racing through her voluptuous young body to her brain as he skillfully taunted her tiny, erect clitoris.

"Oh… oh my God!" she choked breathlessly, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he continued to tease and stroke her hot, wet cunt with his lewdly working fingers… at last, moving down to worm its long, thick length smoothly up into the clasping, moist channel of her tingling vagina. "Ooooohhhh… no… you mustn't, d-darling…! N-Noooo… not here… like this…!"

"What the hell do you mean… not here like this?" Max Keele hissed in a deep, lust-filled voice, the feel of her velvety seething cuntal flesh clasping wetly around his imbedded middle finger causing the lengthy thickness of his hardened cock to begin pulsating achingly against the supple flesh of her quivering little belly. "What're you trying to pull, baby… some sort of cock-tease game? Because if you are, you've chosen the wrong guy, eh? You teasing little bitch I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours until you can't see straight!"

"Oh… oh, my God!" Carol whimpered in mounting helplessness, his use of the sensually inciting four-letter words arousing her unrestrainable desire even more, until subconsciously she realized that she had unconsciously slackened her thighs for him and was undulating her sensuously trembling buttocks in uncontrollable response to the thickly buried finger in her warmly stimulated vagina. "Please… please… I didn't mean to…"

"Oh yes you did," her handsome, middle-aged employer interrupted her panting words while he continued to smoothly finger her passion-moistened, dilated cuntal passage and she writhingly squirmed with ungovernable sensuality in his imprisoning arms. "And this isn't the first time you've given me the come-on Mrs. Heath. I've watched you toss this beautiful little ass around the office now for weeks… and the Goddamned see-through blouses just barely hiding those gorgeous tits. Come on, what is it you want… and what did you expect me to do, if not just what I'm doing?"

It was at that lustfully intoxicating moment that she had realized he could throw her down on the rug and fuck her then and there if he wanted, that she hadn't the power to resist him. Her erotically fired young body was alive with maddening sensations racing through her from his long, thick finger fucking into her hot, wet pussy with unbelievable pleasure-bringing skill, and the licentious desire to reach down and release his hidden male cock, to stroke and caress it in her small, soft hand, was almost unbearable. Yet, somehow she had resisted the almost overwhelming urge, the prime reasoning behind her little wanton seduction flitting again and again through her sensuously infused brain. God, she had to think of Jack! She loved him… and what she was doing was for them both! Mustn't make a mistake… ruin their whole future…

"Well…?" the big man hissed hotly down at her while he continued to finger fuck her enchantedly receptive, wet pussy, at the same time slipping his other big hand inside the waist band of her tiny bikini panties to smooth down over the naked satiny flesh of her full, rounded white buttocks, his hot finger tracing the deep crevice separating them down to the snug little hairless mouth of her puckered anus.

"Oh… oh… oohhhh…" she had chanted moaningly to his lewd and lecherous fingering and stroking of her secret genitals, while she frantically struggled to regain her wits. "Please… I-I love Jack… don't you see?"

The big man made a mocking little laugh. "And I love my Maggie, baby… so what? That doesn't mean that I'm going to let you get away from-me… at least, not until I've emptied my balls up in this tight little cunt of yours."

His lust-firing words were like added fuel to the passionate flames raging inside her. Still, she couldn't let him… not yet… not this way…! "I-I know, Mr. Keele… and I want you to… but… but…"

"But…? But what, Goddammit? What do you want? Name it…!" he rasped gutturally.

"The… the Spaxtons… Jack and I… we want to be members," she had blurted, all pretense suddenly cast aside.

Remembering, Carol recalled the void that had crept into her belly when for a long moment the big handsome Director seemed to freeze, his lewdly working digits stilling both inside her excitedly wet vaginal passage and between the finger-spread mounds of her naked white buttocks. God, she had made a mistake, she'd felt sure… and then, he had smiled lecherously down at her, his steel-gray eyes gleaming salaciously.

"So…" he said half under his breath. "I think I detect a bit of greedy ambition in your voice, baby… and that's not to say that I know what you're talking about. Spaxtons…? What are the Spaxtons?"

"Oh please, Mr. Keele," she had begged, her keen mental processes making a rapid recovery. "Don't try to make a fool of me. I-I know you can help us…"

"Does your husband know about this?"

"Y-Yes."

The big man had stared at her for a breathless time. "And does he know the price… or do you?"

She nodded. "Y-Yes… and we're both ready to pay it… but not this way… here in the office."

His lecherous eyes had narrowed, a deeper gleam of eager lust burning within them. Slowly, as a wave of disappointing denial washed through her passionately aroused body, she sensed his fingers slipping from inside her hot, moist pussy and away from her still excitedly trembling buttocks, until at last he had completely released her, backing several steps away.