Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

Of course Hope had remembered his passion for old-fashioned hose and garter belts. She

could no longer pretend that hadn't influenced her decision to wear them this morning. She was getting what she had wanted, and the guilt would just have to wait. Right now, Hope was too locked in the grip of her own lust and wanton needs. All that mattered was that Dennis was hungrily kissing and licking his way toward her hot pussy.

Sweet thrills bombarded her, turning her nerves into sizzling fuses. When Dennis lapped his tongue through the hairy forest of her cunt muff, Hope shrieked a guttural wail of pure joy. She dug her fingers into his scalp, clutching at his head through her skirt.

Dennis propelled his tongue up and down her creamy cuntslit, knifing through the hot, sticky membranes of her cunt-opening, lashing against the pulpy tissues and sending the horny young blonde into fits of raw ecstasy. When he isolated her clit, he gave the magic love-button a real workout with his active tongue. He caused an instant orgasm to rifle throughout her pussy.

Hope arched her spine and drove her ass several inches up off the chair as she automatically clamped her thighs against his head. She kept his head locked in the velvety vise of her legs for long seconds as the glorious turmoil of her rapid climax washed through her senses. Then, she collapsed into rag-doll limpness,

allowing her legs to sprawl wide as she slumped on the office chair.

Meanwhile, Dennis showed no mercy as he continued attacking her burning, soupy pussy with his tongue. Me sucked at her curt, drawing the puffy, hairy lips-into his hot mouth. He munched on the tasty pussy-meat before ramming his stiffened tongue back into the center of her fuckhole. With his hands squeezing into her asscheeks he braced her upright creating a perfect angle far his drilling tongue and chewing lips.

He opened his mouth wide and captured most of her curt. It was like he wanted to devour her pussy, and. Hope thrilled as her rich nectar gushed straight into his gulping mouth.

She had surrendered totally to him. With his face glued to her pussy, she could do nothing except savor the joys of her juices flowing from her cunt cavity to his mouth and down his throat.

A fresh glow soon flamed in the depths of her cunt, and Hope began bracing herself for yet another gut-rumbling orgasm. She panted and gasped as the moment neared. Her cuntwalls vibrated and flexed, accepting his driving tongue as if it were a smallish prick. Her pussy flamed, the scorching heat engulfing it and the rest of her. And then just at the moment of her second

climax, he roughly pushed his face away from her near-erupting cunt. He freed himself from the cover of her skirt and smiled up into her face.

"What were you saying about not mixing work and play?" he said, adding a lewd wink.

She gazed down on his face through half closed eyes. Her pussy throbbed on the verge of orgasm and her nerves seemed tickled to their limit. Her exposed tits heaved with her gasping breath and her leg-sprawled, slumped position, she knew, only added to her overall wanton appearance. Her long blonde hair had flown across her lovely face, partially covering her peaches-and-cream complexion. She struggled to respond to his leering remark, but she couldn't form the words.

Instead, Dennis gave her little time to talk. Before she realized it, he was standing in front of her and unzipping his pants fly. Seconds later, his cock was surging through the fly hole of his pants, pulsing into full stiffness. Immediately, she felt mesmerized by the sight.

"Kiss it, Hope," he rasped, standing with his hands on his hips. "Treat my cock real nice and show me how much you want to come back to work here."

His words were faint echoes as she leaned forward and tentatively reached out to cup his

balls. She slipped her hand inside his opened pants fly and felt for his hot balls just as she brushed her wet lips against his cockhead. She closed her eyes as she swirled her tongue over his spongy, engorged prick-knob.

Hope moaned as she tasted his cockhead. It seemed so strange to be licking another man's prick, yet she felt an incredible thrill by performing such a wanton act.

Then, before she was prepared, Dennis suddenly rammed his stiff prick against her lips. Startled, she tried to gasp as his cock drilled into her mouth, plugging her throat in One swift fuck-stroke.

She practically choked, but somehow managed to accommodate the brutal thrust of his fuckmeat. Her lips were forced into a huge circle as his cockhead nudged against the back of her throat.

"That's more like it!" he leered, grabbing her hair and bucking his hips. "This is what I want with you, Hope. This is what I've been waiting to do since you first came to work here. See how most dreams come true with a little patience."

His words came through hoarse groans as he fucked her mouth. Quickly, he worked the fuck strokes into a blinding tempo, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth. He gave her little time to adjust, but that didn't seem to matter.

Hope, at first, was panicked by his sudden brutal action. But very soon another strange excitement rushed through her. Her body teemed with pulsing delight as Dennis roughly raped her face. The weird thrill of it ignited her pussy again, and she was pleasantly shocked by the unexpected climax that was triggered in the core of her cunthole.

In the next instant, his cock surged and jerked inside her stuffed mouth. He growled and twisted her hair painfully in his fists just as his thick spunk exploded down her throat.

She gulped in self-defense, swallowing his hot jizz as fast as possible. His prick gushed, the lava-like load and she knew she was losing precious drops of his come from the corners of her stretched mouth.

Through the showering blast of his jism, he kept plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. His vicious fuck-strokes didn't slow until the last of his come spurted down her throat. And only then did he drop his hands from her hair, but he kept his satisfied prick between her lips.

"All right, Hope," he breathed. "I think you'll fit in nicely here. I'll give you the job, and you can keep it as long as you perform your extra duties as well as you have this morning. Any questions?"

She tried to pull her head back, but he quickly

clutched her hair again. With his cock stuffed securely inside her mouth, all she could manage was a last little shake of her head.

Dennis laughed throatily, and Hope kit confused. She wondered why she felt excitement instead of anger.

Hope spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on the more professional duties of her new job. She didn't allow herself to feel guilty about what had happened in Dennis Andersen's office. Besides, he had practically forced things to happen the way they had. Additionally, she technically hadn't cheated on Paul, considering Dennis hadn't actually fucked her.

She left the office promptly at five and rushed to get home ahead of Paul. She wanted to wine

and dine her husband with a special meal. It seemed especially important that she make this evening a real pleasure for Paul. If that was paying for any guilt feelings, so be it. Hope wouldn't let herself start doubting the love devotion for Paul.

Steaks were cooking and she was tossing a salad when Paul got home. She had dress carefully for his arrival, and ran to greet him at the backdoor wearing a skimpy blue lace gown. Her luscious tits and gold-toasted cunt muff were barely visible through the flimsy material, and she hoped Paul would show his typical appreciation. More than anything, she wanted her husband to accept her part-time job and to recognize it pond no threat to his role as breadwinner.

"Welcome home, darling," she cooed, rushing to him and embracing him. She planted her ripe, curvaceous body solidly against him and thrilled to the sensation of her huge tits crushing against him. She kissed his lips and waited for him to dart his tongue into her hot mouth.