Atza Nice - Lovers at play

"Allaaahhhhhhh!" The sheik clutched her tightly to him, his fingers digging into her white satin flesh as he struggled to fuck his hotly gushing cock straight up through her belly, chest, and out the back of her head. He could feel the vibrant muscles of the young girl's tight little cunt walls milking and sucking him, struggling to extract every drop of his gushing juices that roared in great gobs deep into her cock-filled belly.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh… fuck! Ohhhhhhhh… fuckkkk… oohhhhhh!" Dawn was shuddering and clenching, nails digging into his back. He didn't feel them, and she was not aware of what she was doing. She only knew she could never get close enough! There was no way to contain this excruciatingly exquisite bliss that was firing her whole being. She fucked more violently onto his thick, cum-exploding prick, wanting desperately to give as much joy as she was receiving.

"Ggggoooooddddd… lover… ooohhhhhh…!" The deep groans came out of the sheik's great chest in blissfully tortured breaths. Dawn fell against him, clasping his dark head to her trembling tits, legs coming around him in a viselike grip as she tried to worm her way into him. Great shuddering moans racked her naked young body. She was delirious with the hot spurts of cum that still spewed against the walls of her madly sucking pussy.

"Yesssss… oooohhhhhhh… yeeesssssss…" she hissed as she clutched him to her feverishly quaking body, feeling his hot mouth sealing and comforting her bruised and shivering flesh.

Sheik Abdullah continued to fuck in and out of her wildly convulsing cunt as the great streams of white hot cum began to ease to smaller and smaller gushes, still coming, but decreasing in quantity. His wetly jerking cock emptied its scalding cum into the deep hidden cavern of her belly where it pooled and mingled with her own warm juices. His slippery cum was matting the dark hairs of his loins in sticky clumps that her grinding pussy ground wetly into his flesh. Goddamn! He'd never felt anything to equal the fuck he'd thrown into this young, hot-cunted salesgirl. It was too fucking much! Allah! Regardless of why she'd responded as she had, she was better to fuck than any of his wives. She had to be the best fuck he'd ever had!

Catching her nakedly quivering asscheeks in his hands, Sheik Abdullah dropped to his knees onto the thick carpet and laid Dawn back, keeping his still pulsing cock deeply sunk inside her warmly twitching womb. She was completely delirious. He could see the tears of passion wetting her temples; her eyes were closed, and the breath was coming in great shuddering gasps from her opened mouth. He'd fucked her good, by Allah!

Abdullah threw himself into her opened, spread out young body to wring the last few drops from her soft warm flesh. Her tight little cunt lifted automatically to keep the huge cock within her. She didn't want to give it up. Grunting, he plunged again and again until only a few feeble drops were drawn from his completely drained, empty balls and he was dry and weak at last.

Wearily, he lay covering her for a long moment, mindlessly peaceful and sleepy. Then, with an effort, he pulled himself up, watching his still enormous cock slide reluctantly out of her wetly swollen cunt, now framed by dripping, red pussyhairs.

"My dear," he whispered softly against her collapsed body. "You have earned your little commission, for I will now completely buy out the store!"

Dawn closed her eyes tightly but it wouldn't stop the horrors of yesterday from flashing into her mind in scenes she didn't want to admit had happened. Tentatively her hands traveled down her naked flesh that was sore and sensitive from last night's fucking. Oh God, yes! It was all true. Her titties were tender to the touch, and she knew that blue bruises would have already appeared on her flesh from Sheik Abdullah's brutal fucking of her body. Over and over her tired brain repeated the scenes in true to life color and sound and touch. After the sheik had fucked her and they lay on the floor of his hotel suite, everything became hazy and uncertain. How had she gotten back to her own apartment?

A sudden thought roused her exhausted body. She eased out of bed carefully and found her briefcase on the walnut dresser. Had the sheik bought anything at all from her? Was there an actual order? Oh, God, she'd been in no condition to sell anything. Frantically she searched through the papers. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat. There weren't any sale orders! What would her supervisor, Warren Mathieson, say to that?

Her head was pounding and she felt sick. Dawn clung to the dresser edge until the wave of nausea passed. That man. That horrible man, the sheik, had tricked her, used her… treated her like dirt! Used her for his own filthy pleasure. Weak tears started in her eyes. She'd had such hopes for her big sales job. For years she'd dreamed of having a job like this, and she'd ruined it the first day!

Dawn never knew how she managed to get hold of herself enough to bathe and dress, but sheer grit got her from the bedroom to the kitchen.

Several aspirin and glasses of orange juice followed by scalding coffee finally wiped some of the scum off the day. It was a matter then of eating, walking carefully, making no sudden movements and getting through her work at the store.

When she ran into Glen Cooper, the store manager, toward the end of the day, Dawn Peters was so overjoyed she almost wept. He was the first familiar and kindly face she'd seen. It was like coming home to see the tall, quiet dark-haired manager who had been with the store ever since Dawn had worked there. He had been a true friend to her on her way in her career. He was courteous, polite, and considerate, which had never seemed more impossibly ideal traits to Dawn than they did now. The day had been a horror even without her colossal hangover, not to mention the burden of guilt that weighed heavier and heavier.

It was not just the sheik who acted as though the salesgirls were his own whores it was all the other customers as well. Dawn had to fight off practically every man she dealt with.

"Dawn. My dear girl… how nice to see you!" Glen stopped in the main floor of the store to catch Dawn's hands in a warm clasp. "I didn't know you were working late tonight."

"Yes. The schedule was changed yesterday. But it's been the worst day of my career. Oh, Mr. Cooper, you don't know how glad I am to see a friendly face."

"Well, if you're that glad to see me, then I think we'll just have to go find some dinner. I have a nice little place in mind that's quiet!"

Dawn knew her face fell from the way his words trailed off. She couldn't help it. It had sounded too much like the sheik, though, of course, this man hadn't meant it that way. She tried to smile. There was no reason to hurt his feelings.

"You look as though you don't like the idea, my dear. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Oh, no, you didn't. It's just that, well, I guess I've had a pretty rough day."

"Then all the more reason to relax with a quiet old duffer like me," he teased. Dawn looked at the tall older man who was old enough to be her father. His hair was barely graying above his darkly tanned face, the eyes a kindly hazel, crinkled at the corners from smiling too much.

"Well…" The young girl looked up at him. Suddenly he did seem a haven in the insanity of the last few days. "My feet are killing me, so, if we don't have to walk to your nice little place…?"

"Good! I knew you'd be a sensible girl." He tucked her hand into his arm and they walked out to the car and drove off.

Glen Cooper glanced at the beautiful young cunt beside him. She was silent and very tired, he could see. Good! A few drinks was just what she needed and what he wanted her to have. His eyes went back to the road reluctantly, but he could still see her in his head… lusciously provocative, sensuously curved. Of all the women, and in the department store business he saw them all, this was the one he'd wanted to screw silly from the first moment he saw her. Jesus!