Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

"I don't understand, Mr. Robinson," Hope said meekly, trembling now visibly.

"Harry," he corrected softly, squeezing her tits through her blouse and brushing against her body. "And I think you understand perfectly. Old Dennis Andersen doesn't miss a trick trying to close a deal. Shit, it makes sense he'd put a foxy whore in charge of selling his properties. Ballsy, but smart if it works to move houses."

"No, you're wrong, Harry," she said quickly, though her voice wobbled with a faint gasp. He was so skillfully fondling her tits that she couldn't help the slow arousal that swept through her. She felt a deep, throaty moan escape her mouth just as he began unbuttoning her blouse and reaching for her naked, aching

tits.

Hope stood helpless as he slipped his hands inside her unbuttoned blouse, reached around and effortlessly unhooked her bra. In the next second, her huge tits were jutting out, naked and exposed and under the equally skillful manipulations of his active hands. A fast, matching ache of desire began building in her pussy.

"Yep, old Andersen sure goes first-class," he mumbled, slowly leaning down and drawing his mouth closer to her tits. "When he does something, at least he does it right. I'll hand him that."

Before Hope could think, Harry was kissing her nipples. Her rubbery tit-tips tingled into stiffness and her tit melons immediately throbbed, She shivered as he sucked one of her tits fully into his hot mouth. Electric sensations zipped through her, dominating her pussy and fanning out to every region of her trembling body. She almost swooned as the desire raged inside her.

"Harry, you've got this all wrong," she said feebly, making one last attempt to set the record straight.

She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a wild idea. Still, Harry obviously thought that she was part of some scam to sell houses for Dennis Andersen.

He chuckled through his mouthful of titflesh. She shivered once again as he scraped his teeth over her trapped nipple. Then he settled in to sucking leisurely on her tit while his hand lazily fondled and massaged her other lit. Her nipples jutted fiercely, stinging with fast arousal and desire. She couldn't believe it was happening to her again. But the primary worry that troubled her was the fact that she was responding so readily to another stranger. She was a happily married woman, she told herself. What's happening to me?

She uttered a soft little whine as she surrendered to the wanton demands of her body. She leaned back against the wall and brought her hands to rest limply on his broad shoulders. With a sob, she thrilled to the wild pleasure his mouth was providing as he sucked and licked her tit. She squirmed and squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the hot nectar ooze from her horny cunt. She could feel the host of sensations that jarred her senses as her body continued to spin out of control.

Harry spent several seconds servicing her other tit before drawing back and clutching just her nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue across the nipple, making her squeal softly, uttering yelping little sobs. The pain/pleasure of his technique sent her pussy into

automatic spasm, and Hope let herself go. No longer was she able to pretend she opposed what he was doing to her. She desperately wanted him to keep sucking her tits and to eventually stuff her pussy with his hard cock.

"Ooohhh, God!" she sobbed. "Mmmmmmmm, yes, yyyeessss!"

He nipped at her nipple with his teeth, sending sharp sensations over her body. Her tits heaved as her breathing became labored and husky. The way he gnawed and bit at her puckered tit-peak kept her trembling with surging lust, and kept her hot pussy quivering violently.

"Aaahhhhhh!" she bellowed when he finally sucked as much of her enormous tit-globe into his hot mouth. "Ooohhhhh!"

He munched greedily on her tit melon, loudly devouring the lush tit like a succulent fruit. He gobbled it into his mouth and washed it with his saliva. He sucked and licked, chewing on the satiny tit-mound until Hope thought her pussy would explode with an instant orgasm.

She lifted her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head and cradled him in place, sucking on her tits. She groaned and sighed as he feasted on her tits and sparked lusty fire in the pit of her fuckhole.

Her worries, her confusion and the troubling questions about herself couldn't sway her growing

lust. Somehow they only served to add to her lust. The wanton, raunchy things happening to her increased her sex need, and she couldn't bother with trying to understand it. The feeling and the sensations were there. And that was all that mattered.

Hope squirmed against Harry, loving the stiff feeling of his business suit. Everything added to her lusty pleasure. No sensation was too small to pass over her notice or recognition. Her whole body was alerted to the pleasure and eager to receive even more.

As her mind started spinning along with her body, she felt Harry abandon her tits as he gripped her hips under her skirt. She moaned with pleasure feeling his strong hands on her flesh, and she quickly squealed happily as his fingers hooked inside the waistband of her panties. He leered at her lust-contorted face as he worked her panties down over her ass and shapely thighs. She lifted her legs one at a time as he eased her panties completely off. And then his busy hands began working to unsnap her skirt.

When her skirt fell down around her ankles, she shuddered as the air bathed her nude flesh. With her luscious tits sticking through the unbuttoned folds of her blouse, her nudity from the waist-down gave her a particularly wanton,

lustful image. Her long blonde hair, partially covering her-lovely face, topped off her sexy appearance, and it was obvious Harry was tremendously enraptured by the sight. She had no trouble seeing the hard throbbing of his cock inside his pants fly.

She shuddered as his hands roamed up and down her naked thighs. She moaned as passion melted her. Gasping and trembling, her eyes bugged wide with excitement as the distinguished businessman slowly knelt to his knees.

"Oh, God, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Yes, yyyeessss! Ooohh, yyyessss!"

She felt his breath on her pussy as he leveled his face to her cunt. Soon she felt his tongue licking her inner thigh, and her groans became pure, throaty squeals of utter ecstasy. Hot, clear juices oozed from her pussy and greeted the first flicks of his tongue.

"Ahhh, you're eating me!" she sobbed. "You're eating my pussy!"

She moaned and whimpered fervently as his tongue touched her tender pussy pulp. Her hips jerked spasmodically at his intimate touch, and she swooned as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

She felt plastered against the wall as Harry licked the full length of her upturned pussy slowly and deeply. His tongue rasped along her creamy cunt gash, not missing any part of her

cuntslit as it traveled from the tight pucker of her asshole to the downy fuzz edging her cunt mound. It was a total inspection with his tongue as the probing instrument, and Hope couldn't suppress the ecstasy that engulfed her.

"Oooohhh, so ggoooodddd!" she babbled, shaking her head from side to side and trembling from head to foot. "Ooohhh!"

Harry nipped at the fleshy folds of her pussylips, devouring her tasty cuntflesh with loud smacks. His tongue curled around her clit, and she tried desperately to choke down the guttural scream of raw delight that crashed through her throat. It felt so incredibly sexy, the ecstasy leaping to new bounds, raging throughout her body and leaving her to shudder and convulse against the wall as if being electrically shocked.

He wedged his head harder between her legs until he was practically resting his face beneath her pussy. From this awkward position, he was able to force his tongue to the hilt up into her quivering, spasming fuckhole. That was all it took. Her pussy jolted into heaving turmoil and a crashing climax rocked her. Her pussy juices flowed, gushing down into his opened mouth like water spilling through a dam.