Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Deeper and deeper now, the kneeling young wife was absorbing more and more of Arthur's hotly expanding cock as he rammed it up into her wetly sucking mouth. She countered with her bobbing head, feeling a wanton madness she had never felt before in her life, as she became aware that soon, very soon, she would explode into overwhelming orgasm. Without reservation, she surrendered herself to the forbidden rapture of her salaciously insane need.

As Arthur Hartman, panting laboriously beneath her and driving his thick pulsating cock up into her hungrily sucking mouth, began to approach his climax, she hadn't even thought about what would happen. She didn't have a chance to think about it before it happened, for suddenly he stiffened with an animalistic grunt, and he was cumming – in her mouth, his cock wildly jerking and pumping wildly. Virginia swallowed it! She had to swallow it to keep from gagging on it, but there was something terribly erotic in it too! Instinctively, she seemed to know that it had to be that way. If it were otherwise, it would be no fun for Art – and somehow, even though she loathed the man, she knew that she must give him his satisfaction. It was only right! Wantonly and eagerly, the kneeling young blonde sucked on his thickly spewing cock until no more of his life-giving liquid was being pumped through it.

Then, as he relaxed with a deep contended sigh back against the softness of the mattress, she still kept hungrily sucking for several more moments, until the once-hard shaft began to soften and Hartman lifted her head to free his completely satiated penis from her soft warm mouth. "That's it!" he murmured. "It was just great… but you can stop sucking now!" She saw that his eyes were soft and that they regarded her almost fondly. "That was beautiful baby!"

"I'm glad, Arthur," she panted. "I'm glad!" And suddenly, she realized that she was glad – very glad!

He lay back supine, and she watched with fascination as the rigidity of it collapsed by slow degrees until his softened penis was completely deflated and lying flaccid over against his thigh. Strangely, she still had the sensation that it was there in her mouth, and she wondered vaguely whether Hugo would want her to do the same thing to him… later.

Slaving away behind her, goring deep into her hot, moistly throbbing depths, Hugo Foxx received the signals of his own impending spewing orgasm; his wildly tingling cock was jerking expandingly, and back there, behind the base of his penile shaft, he felt the full load of his churning hot sperm demanding its release like a boiling cauldron ready to blow off its lid. Suddenly he jerked his plunging finger from her tightly puckering rectum and, grasping her with both hands at the waist, began to thrust insanely by hauling her bodily back against him as he plunged into her, then pushing her nakedly quivering body forward on his withdrawal stroke. The young blonde wife was like a rag doll in his hands, completely in his control now, as he wildly fucked her with a wanton lust.

Now, to Virginia Brooks, the mounting ecstasy at the very core of her being was almost unbearable. She felt as though she were a time bomb ready to explode into a thousand pieces. It wouldn't be long, now! God! I've got to cum! Soon! Soon! Deeper and faster Hugo was slamming his huge virile cock into her frantically seething womb like a jackhammer. All she could do was hang on to her senses, allowing him to violently pull her lust-helpless body to and fro, as he pounded into her with an awesome power she had never suspected existed in any man.

Suddenly, without warning, she came. She stood on the pinnacle, it seemed, of an unconquerable mountain, breathing dizzily in the rarefied atmosphere and viewing a vista of incomparable beauty as she convulsed spasmodically. She screamed loud and long with the rapture of her climax.

"Oh, OOOOoooooh, Hugo, OOOOOooooohhhh! Gooddddd! I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnng! Noowwwww! Aaaaauuuuuggghhhhh!"

Virginia would have collapsed limply right then had not Hugo Foxx held her firmly in place as he punched his hotly demanding penis deep into the heatedly convulsing depths of her tightly clasping cunt like a wild stallion ramming into a brood mare, as animal-like grunts came rumbling from deep in his throat.

Finally, with one last powerful, buttocks-flattening thrust, Hugo came. His massively jerking cock expanded as white-hot sperm rushed and spun through the thick length of his ecstatic cock to spurt satisfyingly from its slitted tip and shoot far up into the heated confines of her moistly clasping cunt. He held her naked young buttocks close up against his loins, his big, ham-like hands grasping her painfully by the hips as his wildly ejaculating cock flooded her womb with his thickly heated sperm. He groaned out his satisfaction between raspy pantings. "Aaaaaaaaaaggggh! God! What a gorgeous cunt!"

Then, after long moments, he relaxed, his hands releasing her, and she slumped down prone on the bed. His heavy bulk came down on top of her, his still twitching cock buried deep in her wearily quivering vagina. No one said anything. There were only the sounds of heavy breathing, as each of them tried to regain control.

After long moments, Virginia stirred beneath Hugo's burly body. She felt smothered, now, unable to breathe freely.

"Let me up, please," she whined.

Hugo rolled from on top of her to his side and told her, "You're really something else, baby. I'm really looking forward to getting something going with you!"

"You don't own me!" she complained, flaring out at him.

"Maybe I don't actually own you," Hugo grunted, "but since I've taken over from Hartman and he's out of the picture entirely, you answer to me for that debt you owe Eko-Klean. I'll be calling you from time to time, to come down here to my private office… until it's paid off! Understand?"

Virginia understood only too well. She had the feeling that she was like some piece of tangible property being bought and sold. She didn't answer his question.

"Damn it! Do you understand, Virginia?" Hugo roared, grabbing her and turning her to her back.

"Y-yes… I-I understand…"

"All right, you can get dressed!"

Miserable now in her guilt-flooded mind, Virginia began to get dressed. Hartman, she noticed, had already begun to pull on his clothing, looking glum, now that Hugo had made it clear to her in his presence where they stood.

Locating her panty hose, she began pulling them on, while Hugo Foxx clambered off the bed and ambled into the bathroom.

Hartman looked over at her as he buttoned his shirt and tucked the tail of it into his trousers. "I'm not finished with you, yet," he threatened, "because I'll find some damned way to fuck you again!"

"You'll get yourself in trouble!" Virginia told him levelly. "If you try anything with me, again I-I'll yell rape!"

Hartman laughed, hard and brittle. "Like hell! A woman like you, who loves to be fucked, fucks like a happy mink in heat, can hardly be raped!" He tied his tie quickly and put on his jacket; then as he left the room he shot out, "So I'll be seeing you in bed, someplace!"

When Hugo returned, she had recovered from her encounter with Hartman enough to voice the one bright thought in her mind. "Hugo, I-I've signed up five people to work as representatives under me, and I want to apply for a sponsorship."

"Not yet, doll!" Hugo told her. "You've got to get your own account in order before you start supervising other people!" He began pulling on his shorts calmly.

"But I want to earn more money so I can… pay it off!" she murmured, feeling as though the bottom had dropped out of everything again.

Parking her small, foreign sports car in the parking lot beside the building where her husband maintained the Eko-Klean office, Annabelle Foxx, who had been doing some shopping and decided on the spur of the moment to drop in on Hugo, climbed out and hurried into the coolness of the building.