Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

"I can't seem to find it," Amy said, and she was tempted to look back and find out if he was pleased by the view of her legs. She wished she could think how to cause the skirt to rise even higher.

"Should be'" he muttered in an effort to keep her there even though he knew the file was on his desk.

"I'll keep looking," the girl said earnestly, and she lowered herself to her knees with a smile. Her torso's length back from the cabinet, her knees were apart.

He watched her take a handful of files out to put them on the floor, and she lowered herself to her elbows as she leafed through them. The action raised her skirt above the bases of her full ass cheeks, and the light gleamed from flecks of golden down. The pink panties were pulled taut, and they were gathered toward the base of her anal cleavage.

Between her parted thighs he could see the flimsy fabric tightly holding the base of her plump cunny. He bit at his lower lip in an effort to keep from moaning as the lava-like rushes of heat quickened in his prick.

Across the room, Amy shifted her hips from side to side. Smiling, she hoped he was being aroused, and that he would come on with her.

"Can't-" he said in a strangled whisper into the phone, the come straining for release.

"All right," Carla said, 'Yet go of your prick."

He did it, but the surges of ecstasy were too great to be stopped. He watched the girl's sweet little ass swinging from side to side.

"Take the bottle, and press the mouth around the lips of your cock's head," Carla said, and his hand groped out for the bottle. "Now, keep it there till all your come is in the bottle."

He could barely feel the press of the bottle against his knob as he shook with the approaching release of his spend. Abruptly, he wondered what he would do if Amy looked back right now, or if she asked him something. He did not care, nor could he think within the swirling of his mind.

His come blasted free of his nuts, and he gritted his teeth against a groan. His eyes squinted shut, and he saw Amy's and Carla's mouths in his mind. His hot juices raged through him, and he saw their asses in his mind's eye. His body shook as he came, and his gizzum erupted through his shaft and into the bottle. His prod spasmed, and he fought to keep the bottle in place. The thick brew swirled in the bottle. He opened his mouth wide to keep his gasp silent. He swayed with the crescendo of his climax, and almost dropped the phone.

After a few seconds, he swallowed hard, and concentrated on trying to clear his head enough to deal with Amy.

"Finished?" Carla asked.

"Yes," he murmured as he opened his eyes, and he felt relief as he saw Amy kneeling as before.

"When you come for your afternoon appointment, bring me the bottle of your gizzum," she said, and the line went dead.

Stunned by the abruptness of the way she had ended the call, he looked at the receiver for a moment, and then hung up. He wiped his forehead, and looked down at the jar holding his load. He opened the drawer the contents were in, and carefully set the bottle inside. He took a deep breath, and started to put his cock and nuts back into his pants, but he paused with a trace of a smile. Instead, he looked at Amy's thighs, and the backward thrust of her fanny.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Amy," he said, and picked up the file from his desk as she looked around. "It was here all the time."

"That's all right," she smiled warmly, and put the files back in the cabinet. Shutting it, she stood up, and looked at him. He had such a satisfied look on his face that she was tempted to think that the view she had presented him with had caused him to come. Putting the idea aside as foolish, she moved back toward the door. "Will that be all, Mr. Harvey?" she asked, and hoped that he would say he wanted her.

"Yes, and thank you for your, uh, help, Amy," he smiled.

She smiled that he had at least used her name, and she went out. He leaned back in his chair, and laughed softly. He realized that what he had done had been foolish, and he wondered why he had obeyed Carla's instructions without question. True, she had given him two great climaxes the day before, and a third just now, but did the prospect of seeing her naked and fucking her cunt really mean that much to him? No, it was as if he felt a compulsion to please her, and a dread of not doing so. With that thought, he asked himself how far that compulsion could cause him to go in following her directions. He did not know the answer, but did know that he did not regret what had just happened, and that he was looking forward to his afternoon appointment.

He capped the bottle, and looked at its contents of his come with pride. He hoped that she would find it to be enough.

Still naked, Jack was stretched out on the couch with his hands linked behind his head. He looked at Erin, who stood silently a few feet from the end of the couch.

She still wore her earrings, and matching choker and bracelet, and her heels, stockings, and garter belt. The short shaft of the anal vibrator still protruded from between her ripe ass cheeks, and they quivered with the continuing movement within her rectum. He had said nothing about his come, and so it had dried upon the centers of her tits, upon her belly, and on her garter belt. Her eyes were heavily lidded, and she swayed at the prolonged arousal the vibrating dildo in her ass provided her with.

"Come here," he said.

She widened her eyes to try and focus them, and she took a deep breath before attempting to walk on her shaky legs. Each movement caused the vibrator to shift around within her ass, and the room seemed to sway.

She stared at his huge cock thrusting up from above his heavy balls, and she groggily wondered what he now had in mind for her.

"Climb up on my cock," Jack told her.

Erin stood staring at the high rise of his tool as she remembered how it had felt in her cunt when introduced from the rear. She moved onto the couch, and the front thong connecting the belt to the dildo chafed within her damp slit. She knelt astride his hips with her cunt poised above the bulbous knob of his cock and slowly lowered her splay down upon it.

She murmured as the bulb pressed between her lips, and the vibrations from the anal dildo carried through to tremor her cleave around him.

His eyelids lowered as he savored the sensation of her silky furrow quivering against his knob, and he pressed his head back against his linked hands.

She reached down and slid the leather strap fully out of her slit and her fingers brushed against his prod. The thong rested between her mound and her upper thigh. She pressed her hands to her thighs, and she felt the dampness of her juices upon her fingers. Arching her torso forward, she looked down as she began to lower her opened cunt upon the spire of his sex.

She inhaled sharply as his thick trunk began to rise up into her channel, and her ass tightened around the vibrating dildo. She clutched her thighs, and her shoulders bunched. Spasms of joy went through her as she continued to sink down upon his glutting tool. The membrane between ass and cunt seemed to dissolve, and the pleasures of each emerged as the vibrations played along his dorsal vein. With a gasp, she came to rest upon his body and greedily clutched his length with her vaginal muscles.

His arm muscles stood out in relief as he tensed at the waves of heat her cunny and the vibrations were sending through him. She swayed upon him and began to twist her snatch around his prod. She trembled with orgasms, and her body bowed back from the waist. Her fingertips pressed into her thighs, and her hair spilled back between his legs. She thrust herself up and down upon him and could feel his big balls against the base of her fanny. She groaned, and her body and thighs formed a curve as she leaned farther back. The base of the dildo's short shaft pressed against the couch and pushed the other end even higher into her ass.