David Crane - She licked the landlord

Sylvester cranked his cock, jacking off lavishly, drenching both of her legs. Then, his balls drained, he cupped her ass in both hands again and began to suck her to the creamy conclusion with gusto.

"Oh – ohhhhh – oooohhh!" she cried, going crazy as her pussy melted in his mouth.

Her cunt exploded in his lips and her cunt-cum spilled over his lapper. She was going off in a chain reaction, creaming again and again. He held her by the ass and tilted his face up as if he were drinking from a brimming goblet.

She whipped her crotch up and down, wiping his face, smearing the lenses of his eyeglasses, coating him with cunt-cum from his chin to his brow, gooey ribbons running like oil into his silvery hair.

Her belly heaved out and his tongue swept into the crack of her ass, gathering up the creamy seepage from that flavorsome cleft. Then he clamped his lips back onto her cunt like a rubber plunger on a drain, milking her to the dregs.

Her legs began to shake and she wobbled unsteadily, all of her energy spilling from her pussy as she fed him generously.

Finished, she slumped back on the ladder rungs.

He looked at her over the top of his glasses, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"That was swell," she sighed.

He gave her cunt a last few slurps, spooning out the final frothy drops. Then he stepped back. He was looking embarrassed again, grinning shyly and sheepishly.

Crystal descended to the floor, still holding her skirt up above her waist.

"You can eat me out anytime," she promised.

"Thank you, my dear," he said.

He lifted his silk necktie and wiped his chin and lips in an elegant gesture, the sort of gentleman who didn't forget his manners even when he happened to be dining so lustfully on pussy-meat.

Crystal dropped her gaze to his exposed prick. She was disappointed to see that his hand-job seemed to have depleted his vigor. His cock was fat and shapely still, but it was drooping now, as if in shame, and his balls looked as if they had been punctured.

Getting her pussy sucked made the girl yearn for a follow-up fuck, but she saw that Sylvester was in no condition to supply that at the moment. He didn't even look as if he wanted to eat her out again, as if his tongue was as deeply satisfied as his hand-job had left his limp cock.

Still, they had lots of time for balling in the book store in the future.

With that in mind, she said, "You didn't have to jerk off, Mister Sylvester."

He looked as if he didn't understand.

"I mean, you can fuck me," she added.

He looked alarmed.

"Oh, dear me – I couldn't couple with my clerk," he said. "It simply isn't done."

She gaped at him and he made a clucking sound as if in disapproval of her lack of morals, her failure to know what was acceptable behavior.

Then he returned to his desk and didn't so much as glance at her until closing time.

He was kind enough to give her an advance on her wages, but he gave her no cock. And that was why Crystal was in the mood to get fucked when she went to fetch her things from Gunderson's…

Gunderson gazed balefully at the girl as she packed her single suitcase. He looked so sad that she was moving out that Crystal actually felt sorry for him, despite the shabby way he had treated her.

She bent over the suitcase and the hem of her dress rose up a bit. Gunderson walked over and patted her fondly on the ass. He had never shown any affection in the past, never stroked or caressed her. He had always simply stuck his cock into her mouth and creamed off.

"Well, I'm gonna miss you," he said. "A good blow-job is hard to find these days."

"Doesn't your wife blow good?" Crystal asked.

She supposed, like everyone, that Hilda Gunderson was actually Al's wife, not his sister. But, anyhow, Crystal had never seen the woman, although she'd heard her screech often enough. Hilda seldom left her bed. But in her bed she gave no head, although she made Al eat her out with regularity.

So Al only shrugged noncommittally.

Crystal was a good-natured, kind-tempered, forgiving sort of girl, and she took pity on Al flow.

"Maybe I'll stop by and suck you off once in a while – for old times' sake," she said.

He looked enthusiastic, but puzzled.

Why in hell would she be willing to blow him if she didn't owe him any rent?

"Errrrr – how about sucking me off before you go?" he rasped.

His cock was fat and his balls swollen from having sucked his sister's cunt without getting anything in return, and the thought of Crystal's sweet mouth was inspirational.

Crystal considered for a moment.

She had never really minded sucking his prick. She had only resented being forced to do it and hated his coarse attitude. The cock-sucking itself was fun.

So she was tempted to blow him good-bye. But Crystal was still in the mood for a fuck, having been refused one by her bookish boss.

She was sure that Gunderson's blunt prick would feel swell up her pussy. But she didn't relish the idea of having to look at his ugly face as he grunted and thrashed away on top of her. He might even want to kiss her.

Then it occurred to her that if he were to fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, she could get the pleasure of his cock without having to see who was slogging the cock-meat to her – and think about Robert Redford, if she chose.

Giving Gunderson a sultry look, she began to take her clothing off.

This confused him. Why would she want to strip down for a face-fucking? Was she afraid that some of his jizz might dribble onto her dress? He gazed at her, puzzled but appreciative. Her firm young body was adorable.

Naked, she slowly turned, letting him admire her nubile form from all angles, front, back and profile. Her nipples stood out, swollen and rosy, and her pussy was bubbling over like a melting honeycomb.

Stepping up to him, she began to open his fly, keeping her face turned down so that she could see what she was doing – and so that he wouldn't be tempted to kiss her.

She reached into his trousers and hauled his cock and balls out. Cupping his balls in her palm, she jiggled them up and down. She could feel his heavy cum-load sloshing around in the hairy bags.

She sank down to her knees before him and sucked his cock-head into her mouth.

This was what Al expected, and he grinned and began to hump, fucking her face with gusto. Crystal moved her head down, swallowing his prick balls-deep. He held her face between his hands, pumping the prick in, making the girl gulp as he clogged her throat.

Her blonde head went up and down, golden tresses tumbling, tits heaving. She drew her mouth off him and slipped his cock into her cleavage.

Gunderson fucked his prick between her tits, and she lapped at his bloated cock-head as it came looming up to her down-turned face.

His prick was throbbing now and she guessed it was as hard as it was going to get. The tit-fucking and prick-licking was fun, but she knew that Al was a one-shot guy and didn't want to risk getting a mouthful, now that she had made up her mind that she was going to fuck him.

She knelt back, then turned, pivoting on her knees. She dropped down onto all fours. Her head sank down and her lovely ass biked up to the highest point of her posture. Her thighs were parted and her pussy was drooling juice down her crotch.

Al looked mystified. The invitation was obvious, but why would a lovely, nubile young lady want to fuck him?

"C'mon – shove it up me, Al," she sighed. Al's prick was jutting out as if it wanted to fly from his loins like a rocket, sinking its explosive warhead into the target of her hot cunt.

But he just stood where he was.

Crystal looked back over her shoulder, wondering why he wasn't mounting her. Seeing the indecision on his face, she became annoyed. It was bad enough to be rejected by her cunt-lapping employer – how mortifying if Al Gunderson were to decline to fuck her.