Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl

Cheevers gazed down at her tiredly, barely aware of what she was saying. He felt as though he could sleep for a week. He felt totally drained, as if all the energy had been sucked from him. His chin fell forward onto his chest and a trickle of sweat ran down his temple.

"Huh? Do you believe me?" Missy persisted, looking him in the eye. "I could keep you hard and make you come again no problem. What do you say?"

"Are you out of your mind? I doubt I'll ever come again. I'm as dry as a bone. Forget it."

That was enough of a challenge for Missy. She dipped down her head, took him into her mouth again, and began sucking and bucking on his emptied prick like she had a deadline to meet. Her hand shucked his cock up and down in a vise-like grip, her fingers no more than a damp blur of motion. His balls joggled helplessly beneath.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? You'll pull it off! There's only so much I can take!" He gripped the arms of his chair tightly, forcing the knuckles to turn white. Sweat ran down his face in steady drools.

But the hot teenager was aroused. She sucked and pumped on him, refusing to let him get soft. His cock soared in her fist, its purple crown glowing darkly. If she let up for a minute, he'd go limp. She couldn't afford to ease up for a second.

Cheevers sank back in his chair, not resisting. What was the use? He was too tired. She'd soon see. It was impossible to keep him hard for much longer. No one could come two times in a row after having been drained like he'd just been drained. There was nothing left to give.

But why wasn't he softening? Why was he staying hard in her fist? It must be her mouth. She was sucking him still, that had to be it. As soon as she took her mouth off him, he'd wilt like a thirsty plant.

With a confidence that surprised him, Missy raised her mouth off his still-hard cock. She stared at him briefly, her hand pumping his prick roughly. Then she paused, glared at his prick, and pulled his cock towards her. As Cheevers watched in fascination, she began slowly rubbing the cockhead into her face, smearing his jism back and forth across her splattered features.

He groaned deeply. No, she couldn't be doing that! It was too obscene! Nobody could enjoy rubbing a cock into her face! Up and down, to the left and to the right, Missy tilted his prick, plowing cooled layers of jism into her cheeks, over her nose and into her eyes. The girl had no shame! She'd do anything!

"Isn't that nice?" she queried sweetly. "Isn't it nice to watch Missy rubbing your cock into her pretty face? Don't you like the way your jism squishes all about?"

Cheevers moaned, noting that though his cock was free of her mouth, his prick was still hard as stone, still looming up in her fist like a baseball bat. Goddamnit, this little whore was going to prove him wrong! He wasn't going to get soft after all! At least not as long as she kept up this lewd display. As if the sight of her spunk-splattered face wasn't enough, she started smearing cum every which way with his cock.

"Let's fuck," she announced suddenly, catching him completely off balance. She let go his cock, allowing his prick to swing heavily in his crotch and drip scum onto his chair. She stood up, reached under the hem of her stylish red dress, and pulled it up her legs till it was rolled like a belt around her waist. In one fluid motion, she thrust her panties and hose down around her calves and showed him the bristling blonde hair of her cunt.

"What… what are you doing?" he asked stupidly, staring up at her with a blank face. "What is this? What are you doing?"

Missy clambered up over him, planting a foot on the chair on either side of him and supporting herself by clasping his shoulders. She reached for the still-stiff spike of his prick, squatted down on her haunches, and proceeded to lower herself onto his blazing hard-on. The lips of her cunt had been wet and drooling for quite some time, and now her hairy pussylips began to separate.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mr. Cheevers. How do you like that? You say you can't stay hard? You say you can't come again? We'll see. We'll just see about that!"

Tilting his greasy cock to the left and right, she searched out the gaping slice of her cunt with his prickhead. Once she touched her soggy pussy flaps, her belly began to tingle with longing. She leaned a little to the left, and suddenly, the satin bulb of his cockhead was lodged firmly between her puffy cuntlips.

"Ohhh, that feels so nice! Do you feel it? Do you feel my pussy an your cock? Ohhh, it feels so good!" she groaned, lolling her head back on her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered and closed with pleasure. "I'm going to sit on your cock. I'm going to sit on it and let it push deep inside me. What do you say to that, Reggie? You think that's a good idea?"

Cheevers gripped the arms of his chair and gaped stupidly into her crotch, amazed that his purple cockhead had disappeared between her lush cuntlips. He couldn't believe he was still hard. His prick stood up firm and solid, vanishing under her blonde cunt hair like a thick, pink pole.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, jiggling herself up and down atop his stiff-cock. She was circling herself around the stone cockhead gingerly, reaming her pussy as wide as she could before settling on him. A thick, gooey paste oozed out her cunt and slithered down over his hard-on, soiling her fingers before dribbling into his crotch hair.

Her cuntlips wriggled themselves down his prick crown and beyond, over the flange beneath and along an inch of cock shaft. They sucked and nipped at his solid bulk, urging his prick inside a little at a time. Her hair-lined cuntlips widened lewdly around his cock, cranked out of shape by his fucking prick.

"Ohhh, it feels so fucking nice! You're so hard! Your cock's so fucking hard! I want it all! I want all ten inches of you inside me! Ohhhh, what a cock!"

"We can't do this! We can't do this here!" he wheezed suddenly, his eyes glued to the disappearing column of his prick. "This is my office! We can't fuck in my office! I'm supposed to be interviewing you! Ooooooh!"

She sank lower on him, and two, three, four inches of cockmeat drove into her split pussy. She bent her head now to watch the progress of the bulling cock, and her gorgeous flaxen hair dusted his face. He wanted to reach out, circle her waist, and draw her to him. But he couldn't. He clung tightly to the arms of his chair.

"Suck my tits! Here, suck on 'em!" she urged, palming one of her massive tits. Her stiff nipple was between his lips in an instant.

Five, six, seven inches of cockmeat drilled into her greasy pussy. His prick was so thick, so fat, that her poor cuntlips were mangled out of shape around his huge cockshaft. The pink button of her clit was cranked into the open as her pussy expanded. Her clit wiggled and twitched oddly.

"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" moaned Cheevers, his cock an aching spike in his lap. His mouth twisted into a harsh line as he squinted up the length of Missy's gorgeous naked body. He glanced briefly into her face, which was still masked with all the cooling layers of white spunk. He tugged and nipped at her stiff nipple with his teeth.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah! Suck 'em like that! Suck 'em like that while I fuck you! It feels so good! Your big, thick cock feels so good inside me!"

She slid down the last three inches, and all of Cheevers' monster cock was inside her. Her crotch hair mingled with his, and their combined juices made up a thick, sticky paste. Clamping a hand on each of his shoulders, she began to jiggle up and down, sitting on his cock and riding his prick crazily.

"It feels so good inside me! It feels so fucking huge! I've never had a cock this big inside me before! I can feel it all the way up to my chest!"

Gradually, she speeded up her movements, bouncing with more and more jerky humps on top of him. Her mighty tits began a lazy, delicious joggling motion on her chest. They were hard to keep a hold on, and he soon spat out her nipple, content just to watch her plush tits bobble up and down.