Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

Tomley sensed her resistance falling to the wayside and knew it wouldn't take much more to turn this soft-bodied young wife into a squealing mass of raving desire. Even though she'd fought him at the beginning he had always sensed the passionate streak behind her mask of righteousness and knew that he could turn her into a lust-crazed slut.

They all came around, he had said before, and she was living up to his previous experiences. Damn, she would make a hell of a nice addition to the little club, and after this she couldn't very well refuse.

Dinah, for her part, was beginning to feel licentious tingles of lewd desire spreading all through her body, chills creeping up and down her spine to the rhythm of Tomley's powerful hips jerking as he pushed his cock up into the secret regions of her inner loins. Her body was squirming and writhing of its own will as she groaned frantically into his mouth, shoving her tongue with rhythmic abandon into his throat, mingling their salivas in a pool of sensual liquid. Desperate to take him even further inside, she drew back her legs, spreading her hungrily gaping pussy even wider to his battering assault, her nakedly rounded buttocks grinding and pumping upward as she chanted a rhythmic incantation, her muscles straining, her teeth grinding savagely together.

Tomley ran his hands down her smoothly curved flanks and slid them under the trembling globes of her buttocks, digging his fingernails into the softly yielding flesh. They were flexing and unflexing, oozing like dough, palpitating in his fingers as he dug harder and harder into them. With a grunt he jerked her tight little pussy up tighter to his loins and felt her thighs straining further back, the moistly throbbing hole of her pussy expanding even wider to greet each relentless thrust.

Dinah did not even try to figure what had happened to her. All she wanted now was to feel the crazed wave of lustful arousal that had possessed her from head to toe and saturated her whole being. She knew only that the initial pain had given way to sensations of joy that she'd never experienced in her life, even when her husband had fucked her. This was something new and exciting, and her body had completely surrendered to it. Electriclike tingles that began deep within her womb pulsed outward to all parts of her body, even to the farthest reaches of her fingertips. Her eyes clenched tightly shut and she worked her tongue deep into his slavering mouth as small intense mewls of desperate pleasure escaped from her lips. The muscles in her body worked and rippled, the veins in her neck stood out in intense relief, and she writhed and ground her pelvis to suck his cock for everything it was worth. Her mind had deserted her, and the sensual pleasures of the body had taken over completely. It didn't matter who was fucking her. The only thing that mattered was the hard stiff cock that was driving deeper and deeper into her pussy, making sucking, sluicing noises with each demonic thrust.

The lecherous grin on Tomley's face widened as the young naked body crushed beneath him increased the tempo of its hungry up-and-down gyrations. The shamelessly aroused redheaded bride moved faster and faster with each fleeting second, pumping her hot little cunt up and down on his thickened penis as though to signal the urgency of her desire. He could see that she had completely transformed herself into a savage nymphomaniac, her teeth gnashing against each other, her head jerking from side to side, whipping her red tresses from one shoulder to the other in a frantically building rhythm. In response he moved into longer, smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out from her vaginal sheath, her little cunt lips clinging to it desperately to keep it from withdrawing completely. He thrust forward into her smooth uplifted buttocks, feeling the rippling vaginal fluid gurgle in response, feeling her vaginal lips nibbling frantically at the long spearlike mass of his flesh. His fingers clawed at the tight skin of her ass-cheeks and dug in hard, searching for her tiny anal opening.

"Aaaaauuugh!" she gasped in painful protest as his outstretched middle finger wormed into her soft rubbery anus and pushed hard against it.

"Oooooohh no, not there!" she groaned louder this time at the outrageous intrusion.

But the older man didn't slow down for a second. Feverishly, he worked his finger around and around inside the tightly heated rectal passage, stretching the rubbery orifice wider and wider as he ground and jerked into her. She felt a second finger making its way into her tortured rear passage, and deep guttural whimpers streamed crazily from her throat as her teeth gnashed uncontrollably and her body squirmed and twisted in a dance of lewd desire. The groans of protest, however, quickly dissolved to whimpers of renewed pleasure as her body grew accustomed to the unnatural invasion.

The director grinned as he felt young Fred Peterson's wife begin slowly churning her ass-cheeks back on his fingers as he insinuated them methodically around the warm rubbery depths, sending chilling sensations of delight rippling through her body. She was doubly impaled now with his rock-hard cock lodged deep in her pussy and his fingers shoved hard into her anal channel. Moaning incoherently, beneath him, she began to twist and squeal in savage abandon, desperately working herself toward orgasm.

Christ, that chick in the boardroom-whoever she was-had gone completely haywire, Fred Peterson mused as he watched the savage pantomime of their sex play from his position on the balcony. He wondered who she was and whether he had seen her before in his few short weeks at work. The thought of another libertine like Myra getting a stiff cock rammed into her pussy stimulated him with wild runaway fantasies. Hell, he wouldn't mind having a tumble with her himself, but there was probably a waiting list if he judged his suspicions about the place correctly. It seemed that everybody around the place was on the make and that they were all getting it too. God, what a place to work!

He'd never seen anything like it before.

"Ummh, look at them go," Myra purred, draping herself over his shoulder. "Old Ralph Tomley can really swing it around, can't he?"

Even in the semi-darkness of the evening light Fred could see her eyes agleam with reawakened arousal.

"Damn, I wish we could get closer somehow. I'd like to know who she is.

She looks like she let out all the stops."

"We could try the windows, one of them must be opened," she said impishly. "They'll be so busy they won't even know we're spying on them. Come on."

She grabbed his hand once again and guided him over to the windows at the far end of the balcony, giving them a careful push. He caught his breath as he saw them sliding open. Myra, on her tiptoes, squeezed into the crack into the board room.

Suddenly a piercing scream wracked the room, and for a moment Fred thought it was because the woman had spotted them surreptitiously entering… but no, he was safe, he realized a moment later. It was just that her wail signified that she was quickly approaching orgasm.

"Ooooohhhhh, God yes, fuck me harder!" she gasped obscenely.

Fred and Myra were behind a comfortable stuffed leather chair now, peering over the back rest toward the center of the room where the hot and heavy action was taking place. The young scientist sucked in his breath with surprise, because never in his life had he seen such an exhibition of wanton sexuality and unadulterated lust. True he'd just come like a bull into Myra Wilson's eager mouth only a few minutes ago, but even so he could feel his cock throbbing crazily at the sight of the two coupled bodies on the big white sofa on the boardroom. From where they were hiding he couldn't see the couple's faces but had a good view of the lower portions of their bodies. He could see Tomley's cock buried deep in the girl's pink cunt as she writhed savagely beneath him, twitching and spasming in the throes of uncontrolled lust.