Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

Hugh was in a dilemma. On the one hand here was a young girl with a figure like an hourglass after him; on the other the slender but decidedly exciting Gabriella was spreading her net.

Sex, something he had done without for a while, meant trouble. Hugh sighed; trouble was on the way.

As he studied Gabriella walking about the bureau, her rounded rear rolling smoothly and rhythmically, Hugh's lips went dry. Worse; near the filing cabinets, when she opened a drawer she deliberately shoved her buttocks into his groin, directly against his erection.

And the bitch would not move, she just kept grinding the twin cheeks into him. Hugh's only alternative was to glide his hands over her slender, curving hips in a circling action.

"Wait!"

Gabriella straightened and pivoted so that she was face to face with him, her stomach so hot, rubbing against his, her breasts feeling hard and fiery as they rested on his chest.

Hugh's knees went weak. "Stop it, stop it!"

She was whispering while keeping an eye out for the girl who was engrossed with record-keeping and making figures in a ledger book. "Tonight, after work, you may have me." Her hand went to his trouser front to feel his stiffened joint.

The girl sensed that something was going on behind her back and displayed her awareness by not speaking to either of them the rest of the day. Hugh did not care because the choice had been made for him, and that night he slept with Gabriella.

It was a satisfying experience, and with the memory of previous bed adventures dissolving in his mind, Hugh knew that sleeping with the delicious Gabriella was incredible.

Her remarkable body, tiny waist, sinuous hips and the shining, naked balls on her chest, sent him into a delirium. The smell wafting from her loins, armpits and earlobes, that musky blend of perfume, sented soap and perspiration, was terrifically heady. An when he bore down into the furry area at the juncture of her long, slender thighs, he climaxed at once.

"I am sorry." He was truly ashamed of his performance.

But Gabriella was an understanding woman. She offered conversation with comfort and when one hour had passed asked him to play with her without concentrating on an erection; then it would happen.

She took a stretched-out position, a pillow under her small buttocks elevating that part of her body. Arching like that enhanced the spherical shape and size of her globes and he kissed, stroked and cupped them before tracing a wet line with his tongue down to the big ball of fur at the summit of her thighs and the pink, trembling lips of the vagina.

Hard again, he entered, performing slowly; within no time her first, gentle manipulations had quickened. At the moment of climax she dug her hands into his waist and threw her shoulders back.

"Maaaaaaaa!" was her cry of pleasure.

After that her kisses were hot, her tongue slippery, always in action. He stroked the firm-fleshed torso, explored the roundness of her breasts, and took her again, thrusting in and out until she climaxed and he did too, shooting into her vagina, filling it like a deep well with his wet lusts.

The girl at the office knew they were lovers and took jealous exception. She questioned Hugh, asking him where he was from, his background and former experience in travel agencies.

He lied, putting her sudden dislike down to jealousy. But some mornings later they had a visitor, the boss from the main branch in Rome, a big fat Italian with a hooked nose and slicked-down hair.

Gabriella introduced Hugh, but the boss only scowled. He spoke rapidly to the young girl, who immediately withdrew a newspaper from her desk. It was several days old, folded to a three-column-long story concerning the orgy a few weeks back at the villa.

The boss shook the newspaper in Hugh's face. "Ahhh, you farabuttol"

"Me? A villain?"

"Scandalo, here, in my firm!" He turned to Gabriella. "And you, you sciagurato, sleeping with him. If I did not know your father I would get rid of you, too. This man, this macabro avvoltoio is a millionaire in disguise who attends orgies here in San Remo."

"Shut your fat face!" Hugh snatched the newspaper from the man and scanned it swiftly.

His jacket and shirt, left behind as he fled the villa that morning bore, the labels of his shirt maker and tailor and his name as well. The police had checked and, discovering his complete identity, had offered all facts to the newspaper for them to print.

"Man, oh man!"

Gabriella, still not comprehending, took the newspaper and read the headline: "Millionaire among guests at Orgy.

"Mama mia!"

"Out!" The boss pointed at the door. "Here in Italy we have such tremendous unemployment problems, and you, a foreigner possessing millions, work here, taking the bread out of some poor unemployed fellow's mouth. Out with you and I shall not pay you for the time put in here either!"

The young girl posed, flinging her big behind backwards and her tremendous breasts forward. "Hey, skinny!" She sneered at Gabriella. "How does it feel to screw a millionaire?"

Gabriella ignored her. "Hugh, you better leave. They will tell the police."

Hugh wrote his address in London on a piece of paper and gave it to her. "I don't know where I'll go now, maybe Rome, but if you want to, get in touch with me."

She was sobbing as she took the paper. "Goodbye, Hugh."

The young girl followed him out into the streets. "Your fault, rich man, for choosing the wrong woman to sleep with. I would have kept my mouth shut if you had picked me."

"Oh, you cunt!" He slapped her hard in the face. Instead of flinching the girl took the slap with a smile, her tremendous breasts bouncing. That was when Hugh knew exactly what she wanted. "Ahh, bitch, fucking me up because your pride demanded that I bang you instead of Gabriella. All right, come on!"

She looked back at the office. "My job!"

But he had her wrist captured and was pulling her down the street. "Where in hell do you live? We're going there now."

Her name was Silvana. This was all he knew about her, other than the fact that her room was too small, the bed too small, and her body, once stripped of clothing, too big! This girl had placed him among the ranks of the unemployed and since apparently employment did not suit him he was going to become once more a member of the idle rich. Here he was, a rich man about to fuck a poor girl.

Their first joining was smooth. Her big, over-ripe young body bucked under his as Hugh jabbed his prick in hard. He went into long, smooth movements, penetrating her deeper, making her cream easily but, surprisingly, silently. Instead of falling back to rest as women usually do after climaxing, Silvana tortured him with a rhythmic, up thrusting action. He rode her like a primitive man, out to destroy the thing giving him pleasure. Up, down, in, out, slamming the sausage until she yelled that her vagina would burst. Yet when she came this time she shouted out her climax and begged him to ravage her more. She arched, opening her big legs wider, rolling her ass, enabling him to burrow deeper.

"Ohh, punish me, punish me! I got you fired!" She locked her legs in his and worked to the pace of his merciless, driving pole. He hammered her willingly, glad to feel her fantastic body squirming in the flames of his lust.

Her vagina fluttered and burst again, causing her to gyrate the big ass and writhe her upper torso. Hugh flattened his palms on the bed and, looking down into the young girl's pain-filled face, raised and lowered himself, sinking the shaft deep, rubbing their matted pubic hairs crisply together.

One spasm of joy was joined by another and, with pleasures so linked as to make her come again and again, young Silvana was torn repeatedly by violent spasms. He had to redouble his speed just to remain in her.