Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

"Then, uh, could I make an appointment?" Ben asked.

"Yes, certainly. My name is Jack, the J. of J. and C. Rome," he explained, looking across the comfortable office, his chair beside his big desk.

"Mine's Ben, Ben Harvey, and my wife's name is Erin," he said, already wondering if she would agree to try this method.

"Well, why don't we set up an interview for you and Erin. Say, fivethirty tomorrow? That should give us time, and allow you to get here after work," Jack said, staring at the woman he had referred to earlier.

The woman was a tall brunette, and she was dressed in knee-high, black leather boots with very high heels. As well, she wore matching gloves that rose half-way up her upper arms, and a one-piece outfit that left her big breasts bare, the globes thrust out through cut-outs in the leather. Sleeveless, the garment had a high collar that was closed with two silver buckles. Cut above her hips on the sides, the leather narrowed toward the juncture of her loins, and separated into slender straps that pressed between her inner thighs and her cunt, forcing the lust mound forward. The light gleaming from the ringlets of her muff, and from the leather, she stared straight ahead.

As Jack listened to Ben agree to the appointment and tell him that he would phone if Erin did not choose to come, he motioned for the woman to approach him. Her tits quivering temptingly, she obeyed, and he nodded toward his clothes.

"Yes, I understand, Ben," he said into the phone as the woman began to open his trousers, and slide them off. "You might tell Erin that C. stands for Carla, my partner and my sister. If she feels too uncomfortable at the prospect of discussing things with a man, then Carla will handle her interview," he explained, shifting to allow the woman to finish undressing him.

"Hey, that's probably a very good idea," Ben said.

"Well, our purpose is to relax tensions and lower barriers," Jack said, motioning for the woman to turn around.

The leather straps that framed her snatch rejoined just behind it, the single strap they formed rising up between the firm globes of her ass cheeks, another strap coming down from the back. The two straps were looped, and snapped around a wide, silver ring that held her fanny open and framed the pursing of her anus.

"Don't worry, Mr. Harvey, I think you'll find that your wife is capable of much more than either of you would think possible," Jack confided, the woman easing down to sit atop his immense cock, his bulbous knob moving through the silver ring, and up into her anus.

"Then we'll be seeing you tomorrow," Ben finished.

"We'll be looking forward to meeting you," Jack said, his eyes lidding as the woman began to slide down his pole, "and Erin."

The woman's expression was ecstatic as his thick length filled her rectum, her body bowed forward between shoulders and hips, her booted feet spread. He hung up the phone, after giving Ben the address, and reached over to flip the intercom on, his head back against the chair, his eyes closed.

"Yes?" a sultry woman's voice responded.

"Would you like to step into my office, Carla?" he asked, his voice tight as the woman began to turn her ass, the heat of her depths shifting against his prod.

Murmuring with arousal, the woman swiveled upon the spar of Jack's cock, her bowels roiling with flarings of heat, her shapely legs accented. Her hands slipped from her knees, and she cupped them together beneath his large balls, rolling them together as she lifted them to her splayed snatch.

He reached around her and spread his hands over the thrusts of her tits as she carefully pressed his nuts into her spread box, her cupped hands holding them against the damp heat. He tightened his hands upon her breasts, which thrust forward from the tight hold of the black leather, the circular cut-outs pressing into their bases as he rolled them back against her chest.

He groaned with pleasure as her rectum tightened and loosened around his tool, her fanny shifting from side to side against his hips and upper thighs. His sac was drenched with her juices, his balls swelling with his come as she rolled them knowingly, the heat of her cunt penetrating his scrotum.

Neither of them heard the office door open, and their eyes were closed as they savored the swirling sensations of arousal going through them.

Thus, they were unaware of Carla's entrance. Her flesh was tanned a dusky gold and her ebony hair fell to below her shoulders. She was as beautiful as her brother was handsome, and her gold-flecked eyes sparked with pleasure as she watched Jack's lithe, strong body move.

She watched his fingers indent the woman's ripe breasts and then move to their peaks to pinch the pegs of her nipples.

Unbuttoning her blouse, Carla slipped out of her shoes, and moved toward the couple, her eyes on the woman's hands as she rubbed his big nuts into her soaking wet splay. The blouse slipped from her shoulders and to the carpet as she walked up to stand between the woman's spread thighs.

Her eyes glazed, the woman looked up at the Gypsy beauty of Carla's face and the full spheres of her big breasts, the pale saffron nipples erect. One corner of Carla's sensual mouth pulled up in a commanding smile. Her hands went to one hip, and a moment later her skirt was drifting down to the floor. Carla wore only a pair of beige stockings held up by an ivory colored garter belt.

Arching her body forward off the balls of her feet, Carla thrust the lust mound of her cunt toward the woman's face, the light gleaming from the jet plume covering the center third. The woman leaned her head forward, her lips opening, and Jack opened his eyes as he felt her tits pressing forward against his hands.

"Come to celebrate our success?" he grinned, shifting his arms to allow the woman to move her mouth to Carla's snatch, his fingers still rubbing at her nipples.

"I've come to come," Carla chuckled, and her nostrils flared as the woman kissed her furrow, her tongue moving over her sleek plume.

The woman turned her head from side to side, nuzzling her mouth into Carla's furrow, opening it. Her tongue pressed inward, and she tasted Carla's rich flavor as she licked deeper. Jack rubbed her burning nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, his hips I thrusting up against the plush cushions of her ass, his, huge prod bobbing within her rectum. She groaned into Carla's cunny, turning his balls in her own, and rubbing his heavy nuts over the pulsing of her clit. She moved her mouth higher, and her lips pushed the hood back from Carla's clit, and the inch-long, tapering node pressed between her lips.

Carla groaned as the woman closed her lips around the base of her long clit, her tongue washing over its tip. Enrapturing heat spiraled through her, her mind fogging as the woman stretched her neck forward t o suck and lick her apex. She looked to Jack's passion painted ~ features and leaned forward, her stomach pressing against the woman's head.

Smiling, he sat forward, raising his mouth to his sister's, and their tongues flowed together as their lips joined. His prick throbbed within the tight turnings of the woman's ass, his balls quaking against her snatch. He moved his hands out from the woman's tits, stretching her nipples until they popped free, and lifted his hands to Carla's large breasts.

Carla trembled with her mounting ecstasies, licking at Jack's tongue as his hands molded to the curves of her breasts to caress the swollen orbs, the tips of his thumbs rubbing against the nubs of her nipples.

The woman continued to lick and kiss the length of her clit, her face turning within her furrow. She groaned into his mouth, her cunt spasming against the woman's face as she came, her clit flaring with electric flashes of bliss, her body shaking between them.