Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

Then, with a groan of complete satisfaction, his body folded, collapsing on top of her, while below his wildly pumping cock jerked involuntarily in the moist confines of her tightly clinging cuntal passage, the final dregs of his semen spurting from him in lessening spasms of intense sensation.

Quiet reigned in the Brooks' bedroom for a few moments, except, for the rasp of breathing just being brought back under control. Finally, after long moments of communion, still linked by his now-softening penis, Virginia stirred under him, saying sharply, "Well, you got what you came for; now get up!"

She felt the shame and guilt of what she had done flooding back into her, and now that it was finished, she wanted to be alone with her own recriminations and guilty conscience. God! How could I ever face Leon… now? She would have to, of course; her life would have to go on, but it would never be the same. I'll have to live with it somehow… but if Leon ever found out that I ch-cheated on him… She knew she would just die… just absolutely wither up and die if she were to lose him!

"What's your rush, baby?" the naked sales manager queried dreamily.

"I want to get up and get myself cleaned up!" she told him. "And, you can get the hell out of here… and stay out!"

"Not so fast, baby! Not so fast! You're still working for me and Eko-Klean! I'm still your sponsor – and I figure you still owe me about a hundred and fifty dollars… and that's being damned generous!"

"You got what you wanted!" Virginia flared.

"That was only the first installment, baby! I'm going to fuck you at least four more times, maybe more, before that debt is wiped out!"

"Oh, my God! No!"

"Oh, my God, yes!" he mocked.

Frantically, she struggled and squirmed beneath him to free herself of his dead weight on top of her. He rolled away from her, finally, and she choked, "Get dressed, Mr. Hartman – and leave! Just leave… and leave me alone!"

"Okay, I'll go but I'll be back to collect the rest of what you owe me, either in money or fucking! The choice is up to you!"

If Virginia had examined her own feelings just then, she would have realized that there was a certain wanton tingle of lewd excitement at the prospect of more illicit sex with this man, but of course, her rational mind could never admit that… now that it was back in command.

Hissing out her words intensely, Virginia told him, "You'll never get the chance t-to… have me again!"

"We'll see, Virginia, baby!" Nonchalantly, he began to pull on his clothing, as she turned furiously and stalked into the bathroom. Fire! he mused. Yes sir, she's got fire and spirit! I like a woman like that!

When he was finished dressing, he knocked at the bathroom door and said, "I'll be seeing you, baby!"

There was no answer from inside. He left the Brooks' house with a tuneless whistle on his lips, sure that he was going to see more of her… in a bed! A hot little bitch… and she's going to be all mine… any God damned time I want her!

Virginia, feeling the need to be clean again, took a long, relaxing shower, symbolically washing away the dirt and filth she imagined was clinging to her. She cleaned herself all over, flushing away all the essence of him; then worriedly she checked to make sure that her IUD was securely in place. God! It was one thing to have sexual intercourse with a strange man against her will, but it would be a real tragedy if that coupling resulted in an unwanted pregnancy!

Looking into her mirror, she saw that she was unchanged. Deep in her heart, however, she knew that she was an adulteress… although at first an unwilling one. The thing that really bothered her was that she had enjoyed it so much. Oh, it was so absolutely thrilling! But that didn't excuse her fall from grace or assuage her guilt; she still had committed the unpardonable sin! Somehow, she would have to live with her guilt.

"Virginia Brooks? Is she that cute little blue-eyed blonde with the big boobs?" Hugo Foxx rumbled from deep in his big barrel chest, his pale blue eyes watching hungrily as Phyllis Hartman leaned over to pick up the wisp of nylon panties she had just shed. She was naked now, her curvy voluptuous body revealed to him in all its ripely mature beauty. "The one I spotted at the last monthly meeting and remarked about?"

"Yes, she's the one," Phyllis affirmed, "and it makes me so damned mad the way Art had to go over every little detail about how he made it with her… how she caved in and was begging him for it!"

It was Art's philandering that had been responsible for driving Phyllis Hartman into Hugo's arms and ultimately into his bed. She had been horribly worried about it when she had first found out about one of his affairs. It wasn't quite clear to her exactly how it had happened, but she had gone to Foxx's office to turn in a sales report for her husband. Soon, as she sat in Hugo's office, from which he administered the sales campaign for much of Southern California for Eko-Klean, she thought she recognized a sympathetic listener, one who might be in a position to help her. Somewhat foolishly, Phyllis had told him in tearful fits and starts about her husband's infidelities. Hugo had listened and comforted her, offered her a drink or two, and before she knew what was happening, she was in his private office, adjacent to his business office, the very room in which she was now stripping off her clothing with such willing anticipation. This room contained no desk, but it did have a well-stocked wet bar, hi-fi, projection equipment, and a private, attached bath. The couch was a quickly convertible bed with a soft mattress, making the change from seductive coaxing to sexual congress an easy progression. And it had been easy! He had convinced her that it was certainly one way she could even the score with her husband. At this point, she wasn't sure how many times she had evened things up. She was Hugo's mistress now, and she usually visited him three or four times a week.

She looked down at his burly bulk as he lay stretched out full length, naked on his big bed, remembering how repulsive she had thought his hairy body when she had lain there, almost petrified with fear, that first time, as he had brought her to searing arousal then ultimately to an earth-shaking climax, the like of which she had never before experienced. Now she knew every inch of his bearlike body intimately and she had to admit to herself that he was an unlikely lover. Unconsciously, her eyes drifted up to his craggy face, clean-shaven and smooth, as was his high-domed pate. He had so little hair remaining on his head that he merely shaved that off too each day. Her eyes had been locked onto the rock-hard massiveness of his erect penis, which stood up straight, thick and long, like a mighty obelisk, spearing out of the dense brush of his once jet-black but now graying pubic hair. Once she had asked him bluntly his age. He had refused to tell her, but from scraps of information she had deduced that he was about fifty-eight years old, give or take three or four years. One thing she had to conclude: If he was near sixty years old, he certainly hadn't slowed down sexually. He was married, Phyllis knew, to Annabelle, who was in her late twenties and was obviously a second (or even third) wife. If there were other women in Hugo's life, she didn't know about them. She had learned early in their relationship not to probe; he had made that clear, forcefully so, but she guessed that he probably did bring other women into this room. In a way, she would have been surprised if he had not. Damn, if the truth were really known about Hugo… it wouldn't surprise me if he had a regular harem of sorts! She'd never know, of course; the man was tight-lipped and secretive, and perhaps it was this aura of mystery surrounding him that kept her coming back to his big bed.