Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Involuntarily, now, his hips were flexing, countering her voraciously sucking lips, and he knew it was time to stop – otherwise she'd have to keep on sucking him until he exploded his churning load of hot cum in her greedy little mouth.

With rough hands now, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up, her wetly ovalled mouth reluctantly coming off the glistening wet shaft of his cock, and he growled, "You can stop sucking my prick now! Come on up here and get on top of me, and you can go for a ride."

Phyllis' disappointment was short-lived, as she looked up into Hugo's craggy face with surprise at his precipitously rough action, but as soon as she understood what it was he wanted her to do, she crawled sinuously up over his body, until she straddled him. Hugo pulled the other pillow over to him and propped himself up in the bed, then growled, "Not that way! Turn around!"

She liked the woman on top position for their couplings; it made it easier for her to control the depth to which his thick length penetrated her, so she was glad to do his biding. Swiveling around, she nakedly turned her back to him, then leaning forward against his drawn-up knees, she reached back to guide his massively throbbing cock into the moist, ready opening of her pink-fleshed vagina. Carefully, she rocked back on his lust-hardened shaft, allowing its hotly pulsating thickness to slide up into her clinging cuntal sheath with slow deliberateness. "Aaaaahhh!" she sighed contentedly when she had absorbed all of it. "There!" Her white, petite arms went out to embrace his thickly hair-covered legs, as behind her Hugo's hands roamed over her nakedly curved back.

Then his searching hands were on the silky, unblemished smoothness of her buttocks, sliding down under them and lifting her hips slightly. As he relaxed, allowing her to sink back down on his wetly glistening shaft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time to drive his now demanding cock deeper up into her eagerly throbbing vagina.

God! It was absolutely wonderful, she thought, the way his long hard penis filled her; she could feel every throbbing lurch of it, and every square millimeter of its rigid and veined surface was in heated contact with her tightly clasping vaginal tunnel. Taking her cue from him, she began to rock back and forth, sliding her wildly responding pussy up and down on his rock-hard pole of male flesh. She moved slowly at first, then faster, wildly wanton, wanting to scale the heights as ecstatic sensations raced maddeningly through her. Finally, she was moving much as a skilled horsewoman moves at a trot, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks down hard against his abdomen to absorb his thick expanding cock to the fullest, then rising high above him until just the lust-bloated head remained in her hotly searing cuntal portal.

Behind and under her, Hugo massaged and pinched at her smoothly working buttocks, his hands like a cruel goad to her, while at the same time his hips drove his mighty pulsating shaft up into the warm moistness of her pussy with demanding urgency.

Faster and faster, Phyllis Hartman rode him like a bucking horse at a rodeo. Her breathing was uncontrolled, gasping, and her head rolled around and around, swishing her long black hair across her shoulders. She wanted it never to end, while at the same time she sensed her explosive orgasm would arrive almost any second now.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I'm going to cum! IIIII'mmmmm going to ccccuuuuummmmm! Nowwwww! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

With a final, squatting thrust, she convulsed spasmingly and clasped her arms tightly around his knees, as her wildly delirious climax surged through her.

Hugo Foxx, beneath her, was close to his own spewing release, but when she stopped moving just as her orgasm exploded within her, he had to do something else. Quickly, he straightened out his legs. Phyllis fell forward with them, then he was freeing himself to get nakedly up on his knees. With strong, hamlike hands and powerful arms, he was grasping her at the hips and hauling her up to her knees. Almost desperately, he came in behind her and plunged his achingly demanding cock deep into the wetly clinging depths of her throbbing hot cunt. He paid no attention to her muffled moans as, boarlike, he fucked her from behind with wild, animalistic grunts coming from deep in his throat.

"Ah, doll – your pussy is – like velvet."

Slammingly, he gored her, fucking with an insane determination, his powerful thrustings jarring her kneeling young body with flesh-slapping, bone-crashing cruelty. After several moments of this, he felt his orgasm coming to him, the acidlike searing back there behind the root of his wildly throbbing cock telling of the bursting damn of blood-filled tissue that would allow the jetting stream of his white-hot sperm to race the full length of his madly jerking rod and spew deep into her furiously milking womb.

He came! With a satisfied, grunting oath, he thrust into her wetly heated vagina as far as he could go and enjoyed the gloriously vibrant feeling of his insanely pumping cock, as his semen hosed through him, to jet from its slitted tip, spraying deep into the moistly warm confines of her cunt. Then he collapsed nakedly on top of her, and as her knees gave way, they slid down against the softness of the mattress.

After only a few moments of quiet communion as his penis softened, he rolled from on top of her and said, "You were just great, doll – but I have an appointment pretty soon."

Again, it was not exactly an order, but she knew what he meant. She'd have to leave. He was finished with her… for this time. Uncomplainingly, feeling completely satisfied, she went into the bathroom briefly, returning to begin dressing. Hugo was almost completely clothed when she came back into his private office.

He watched her pulling on her clothing for a moment, then told her, "I'd like for you to tell Art that I called this afternoon. I want to see him tomorrow morning!"

"All right, Hugo," she affirmed. "What about…?"

His glare warned her, even as she asked. "Business!" he rumbled. "Some new business!" He didn't see any point in telling her that he was already thinking about replacing her. Hell! I've got to be on top of everything… in business as well as bedroom!

"Look, Hartman, never mind how I know about it, but you've got yourself a little sexpot you've been balling by the name of Virginia Brooks! She's one of your distributors, and I'd guess that she held out on some Eko-Klean money! Is that right?" Hugo Foxx growled, looming behind his desk, huge and burly as he came directly to the point with Arthur Hartman the following morning.

"Well, yeah… that's right, Hugo… but…"

"How much?" Foxx queried rumblingly, "How much did she hold out on you?"

"Nearly two hundred… but I made it up myself. My report's clean!" Hartman explained.

"Okay, I'd expect that anyway. I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll pass that two hundred back to you in stock, then you can dispose of it, for cash!" Hugo suggested, a sly, conspiratorial smile on his face.

"And you want the girl…?"

"That's the idea, Art!"

Hartman's mind had been racing. He wasn't in the habit of telling anyone about his female conquests, so he was slightly perturbed that Foxx should know about it. Christ! The only person I told was Phyllis, because I wanted to rub it into her a little bit! Now how in hell did it happen that she'd tell Hugo something like that, unless…? There was a sneaking suspicion beginning to form in the back of his mind. Unless Phyllis and Hugo are carrying on something behind my back! He tried to reject the idea, but it persisted. It was all too possible! He knew of Foxx's reputation with women. There were stories about his sexual prowess; one gossip in particular had claimed that Foxx could and did have any woman he had a passing interest in. "Hell they fall on their backs under him pretty damned regular! He's got a big bed in that private office of his!" It was hard for him to visualize his wife, Phyllis, being fucked silly by this huge bear of a man, his boss, but in the end he had to concede that it was possible. I suppose any God damned thing is possible… even that! Then he wondered: And if it were true, what the hell could I do about it? There was a mounting anger in him, based on nothing but conjecture, but he felt uncomfortable wearing the cuckold's horns himself – horns with which he had adorned several other men's heads in the past.