Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Hartman stopped kissing her then and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose. With slow deliberateness he pulled them down over her nakedly quivering buttocks, exposing the soft round moons to his boss' hungrily devouring eyes. Finally, he knelt before her and finished rolling the garment down over the smooth columns of her firmly tapered thighs. Arthur helped her to step out of them, then turned her around to face Hugo Foxx on the bed.

Her gasp of dismay couldn't be held back. Lying naked on the bed, he was propped up on two pillows, his huge, barrel-chested body seemingly covered all over with dark brown hair, which made him look for all the world like a bear. The hairiness of his body contrasted sharply with his clean-shaven face and shiny, bald pate, but it was the immense shaft of his manhood, lancing out from the tangle of hair, that her eyes focused on hypnotically. His penis was long and thick, unbelievably so, and she would never have entered this room, no matter what the consequences, if she'd had any inkling he was more like a bull than a man.

"There! Didn't I tell you that she was something else!" Hartman was exulting.

"Yeah! She's all right! Yes! More than a little bit of all right!" Hugo grunted, his eyes running over her voluptuous nakedness, with pure lust shining in them now. He followed her staring eyes to the spearing shaft of his fully erect cock.

"Are you impressed… or worried?" he asked with a smile, his hamlike hand going down to encircle it caressingly. "Or both?"

Virginia looked away, shamed that she had shown an untoward interest in the man's penis. "N-no… I-I just couldn't help looking…" she mumbled.

"You were admiring it, then?"

"No… it's just that it's… s-so…" she stumbled.

"So big…?" he queried. "Then that means you're worried about whether it'll fit in that cute little cunt of yours?"

Virginia stood there, confused, until he grinned at her and went on, "I'm kidding you, of course!" He patted the bed beside him. "Come on over here beside me, now!"

For a moment she hesitated and was nudged forward by Arthur Hartman. Reluctantly, she padded over to the bed and sat down uneasily on the edge of it. Hugo sat up, wrapped his powerful arms around the naked young woman, and lifted her into position beside him. She lay on her back, trembling in despair, shame and fright, as he stretched out beside her, still embracing her, his burly, hirsute body pressed tight against her, his rampantly erect cock trapped between his abdomen and her faintly trembling thigh. She felt its throbbing heat and the involuntary lurching of it signaling his anticipation. As she lay there, quivering in his hairy embrace, she had the suffocating sensation of being hugged by some primordial caveman. Vaguely she remembered a chart she had seen once, which showed the evolutionary scale of man's development, and she wondered whether Hugo Foxx wasn't some throwback to an earlier age. She shivered within the circle of his arms, stricken with fear.

"You know," Hugo was saying in a tender, whispering voice, almost seductive in tone, "I can probably repeat what you're thinking about me… but I'm not cruel or sadistic… and I'm certainly not some kind of monster. I'm just a man who likes to fuck beautiful women – and I fuck them good! You'll be screaming for more – believe me!"

"B-but you're forcing me…"

"Maybe… but it's one way I have of getting women into my bed!" he explained patiently. "But they always come back later of their own free will!"

He's insane! she thought. And what bragging! "I-I doubt it!" Virginia told him.

His hands had been running over her exploringly. They were not cruel hands, after all, she decided, feeling that same undeniable tingle of beginning arousal she had felt when he had put his hand on her knee a little while before. She couldn't define what it was about him. He wasn't a "sexy" man, but he exuded sex, a kind of overpowering, confident maleness that dominated a female. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she already knew that her vow of not becoming aroused, of refusing to enjoy what was going to happen to her, would be in vain. His sex would dominate her whether she wanted it to or not.

Hartman lay down on her other side. She felt the warmth of his naked body pressing against her. Below, the hot, hard length of his pulsating penis prodded her other thigh.

Now, for the first time, Hugo kissed her, his large, sensuous lips coming gently down over hers while one of his outsize hands almost fully encompassed the soft globe of one of her ripely upthrust breasts. As he caressed the tingling mound, her fear began to flee in the face of her rising passion. Wholly against her determined will, she found that she was enjoying having this huge bear of a man run his gentle hands over her, and she mewled deep in her throat as delicious sensations of unwanted arousal crowded in on her.

On her other side, Arthur Hartman was using his mouth on her other softly throbbing breast. She could feel the warm sucking pressure of his lips on the sensitively hardened nipple; then she felt one of his hands move caressingly down across the flat, white plane of her belly. In a matter of moments, his warmly searching hand was there on her golden, hair covered vaginal mound up between her trembling young thighs.

Not wanting to do it, but helpless to control her wantonly aroused muscles, it seemed, Virginia involuntarily opened her tightly clenched thighs to his insistent hand. Almost instantly, she felt his outstretched middle finger delve into the fleshy slit of her wetly palpitating pussy to find the erect little shaft of her clitoris. She recoiled when his finger touched her there, her hips jerking back and down into the softness of the mattress as the electric shock of his tantalizing fingertip brought a moan from deep in her chest; then as his finger followed determinedly, stroking the short, hard length of the miniature phallus, her nakedly grinding hips began to gyrate sensually up against it. God! It felt so good, and she couldn't resist it! The crazy thought began to circle in her mind that there must be something wrong with her, that she was becoming a depraved sexpot, a nymphomaniac perhaps. She'd had nothing to drink, and she was here on this bed with two strange, virile men, against her will, yet she was responding to them, even wanting them to do these things to her, wanting them to play on her body as though it were a finely tuned violin. Forgotten for the time being was her sacred vow of fidelity to her husband, for now, there below, she felt Hartman's body slithering downward, his mouth leaving her heatedly tingling breast to trail moist kisses down along the path already blazed by his caressing hand.

Oh, God! She felt a flooding shame in her lewd anticipation of what she knew was coming next. But I can't help it! It had been so good that other time when Arthur had kissed and licked her shamelessly aroused vagina. She shivered in anticipation as she waited for that exquisite moment of electric contact.

Now, Hartman's mouth was just above the soft, golden curls of her pubic mound, and his hands were reaching down to spread her legs with gentle firmness. Involuntarily, she moaned up into Hugo's mouth, who just at that moment raised his head, breaking the passionate kiss, and dropped his lips to her breast. She felt him take the nipple, erectly hard and throbbing, as well as the aureole into his mouth. She winced as he nibbled at it lightly with his teeth, causing at the same time tiny little pains and a sensual joy.

Below, Hartman had hauled her legs apart, and now he pulled her knees up, his hands sliding down along the warm softness of her quivering, smoothly tapered thighs until they arrived at either side of her sparsely hair-ringed cuntal slit. Then he was using his thumbs with deliberate slowness to pull apart the dewy petals of her visibly pulsating vaginal opening. Virginia found herself lying there holding her breath in expectant anticipation, while at the same time the most wonderful sensations surged through her sensually tingling breasts.