Unknown - The Watch Dog

His warm hands moved further down her back as he hooked his fingers in the taut elastic band at the top of her panties, and then he yanked and tugged until they cleared the swell of her hips and slid over the luxurious half-globes of her buttocks. In another few seconds, he had them down her long trim thighs and then, as she lifted her ankles cooperatively, he removed them and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. Lucy was totally naked now, not having worn any stockings to school because of the muggy heat and humidity, and she purred like a complacent kitten as his searching hands coursed over her eagerly, devouring her naked flesh with his fingertips. His hand slipped easily up between her milky-white thighs until his fingers brushed electrically across the sparse blonde pubic hair around her vagina; his finger swept just slightly over the quivering, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, and she moaned loudly, a visible shiver of excitement racing up from her naked loins and along her bare smooth back. His own fervent lust thoroughly aroused, the long-haired young man lifted and rolled her voluptuous body over easily so that her full frontal nudity was offered up to him like an obscene French postcard. Her eyes were hardly more than slits, and her naked firm breasts rose and fell in the swelling crescendo of her blatant and uncontrollable passion!

David's lust-widened eyes bulged to take in all of the rich young blonde's luridly exposed sensuality. Like every other time he had brought her up here to this dingy apartment, she was hotter than New York on the Fourth of July – her legs twitching anxiously and her ripe little ass just squirming with excited eagerness. Lucy Barrett, John Barrett's only child, and here she was in his bed, begging for his cock! What incredible sweet irony! It was just too damn much.

He could scarcely suppress the smirk of absolute victory that seemed to creep across his face on its own … Oh, you hot-ass piece o'pussy, you'd absolutely shit if you knew the whole story! Yes, you would!

That night she turned up like something out of a dream … Lucy Barrett alone and crying her big blue eyes out at a dump like Scottie's! He had to look twice before he was certain himself, as he had only seen her before from a distance, but with a face like an angel and a body that could tempt a saint, he knew it had to be the same girl. It had been nearly a year since John Barrett gave the order to have him fired from the shipping department, instructions that included turning his name over to the police for being a marijuana smoker. His foreman had caught him with a lighted «joint» during his lunch break, and being the hard- hat that he was, went straight to John B. himself. Lucy never knew any of this, of course, for the store had kept it quiet to avoid publicity. And though the charges were eventually dropped by the District Attorney's office, he had spent a nervous two months sweating it out. And unemployed to boot. He swore to get even that very day he was fired, but he had given it up as a lost cause until he spotted Lucy that night at Scottie's.

David had another job now, thanks to John Barrett. Or rather, no thanks, for he would rather have been on welfare than doing what he was into now. He had reluctantly agreed to do some work for Sammy DeAngelo and his organization, just that one time to make ends meet. One little trip down to the Naval Yards at Norfolk with a certain small package to deliver, just that one time. But it didn't work out that way; with Sammy's organization it never did. Once they had their hooks in you, your ass was theirs until they tired of you. First they were all smiles and please-and-thank-you, then they lost their charming good humor when you refused them another delivery run. And when you went out to start your car one morning and found all the tires slashed even though it had been left under a street light, then, if you were smart, you knew that the organization had you where they wanted you. Right under their thumb.

Only now David could see a light at the end of the tunnel – a way out from under Sammy's crushing weight and a chance to get even with John Barrett at the same time! It was almost too good to be true, all that money just waiting to be grabbed. He could tell Sammy to shove it and split for the Riviera where the real action was! And the best part of all was fucking John Barrett's high class daughter while he bided his time. Roll over in your grave, John Barrett, you mother-fucker!

His hands again roamed upward between her thighs until he could feel the hotly-steaming furrow of her young cuntal flesh quiver in passionate reply to his lust-inciting caresses. «Ooooohhhh,» she sighed up at him and when he lowered his face to hers, her tongue lashed out as if to pull him closer and then pushed wetly into his clinging mouth in a lascivious signal of utter surrender.

Lucy was only half-aware of a hurried bustling of clothing, and when she opened her eyes wider, David was standing over her completely naked, his man-sized cock visibly pulsating between both his hands. He crawled onto the bed and kneeled over her prostrate form with a self- satisfied smirk on his face. «Reach down and stick it in, sweetheart.» She complied almost immediately, and he moaned a long, deep sigh as her warm fingers closed eagerly around his rigid penis and then began to push the thick fleshy foreskin back over the distended purplish knob. She squeezed his cock-shaft impatiently and eased it up against the hotly-steaming lips of her hungering cunt.

David could feel the softly tickling pubic hair brushing against his lust-distended member as it poised tremblingly at the very cuntal mouth of her vagina. Her pussy-heat seemed to draw him like a magnet, threatening to suck him voraciously into the very pit of her desire- heightened loins. He knew she was his, all of her, every delicious naked inch of her! All his life he'd hungered for a woman like her, but they were always too distant for a boy from the wrong side of town. He'd seen them for years in their fancy cars, with their prissy college-boy lovers. And now he had the cream of the crop, John Barrett's daughter herself, squirming on his unmade bed like some hash- house waitress he'd brought up for a quick piece of tail!

This time, he thought wickedly, this time she'll wait until I say so! She wants my cock so bad it hurts, but she'll wait, goddamn her, until I'm ready to shove it into her tight country-club pussy!

«Want it, baby?» he sneered coarsely into her ear.

Lucy did not answer but lay beneath him groaning in barely-audible gasps through her clenched teeth: her lips were pulled back and quivering with the frenzied passion her lover always stirred between her supple thighs.

«I asked you a question,» he said with thinly-veiled sadism. «Do you want it or not? You gotta' ask me real nice if you do.»

Lucy shivered beneath him. «P-please, David, don't make me do that … just take me, darling! Please! I need it … so bad!»

«No dice, honey … I want to hear you ask real sweet-like. This time, for a change, we do it my way!» He looked into her perspiration-beaded face and he knew he would be victorious; whatever it was that drew her to him, whatever strange power he seemed to have over her, it was working its magic now. Her tongue encircled her trembling lips in obvious passionate hunger; her eyes were closed but her eyelids fluttered at the touch of his naked male penis against her moistly- quivering cuntal softness. He was on his elbows over her, his cock insinuated just slightly between the pouting pink lips of her nakedly beckoning vagina, but suddenly another idea flashed in his mind – something new, even for him, a little special way he'd heard about but never tried … he could fuck her between those big, beautiful titties! Man, what a treat!

David sighted down along the muscular hardness of his chest to the luscious blonde's slightly quivering breasts, firm and soaring as they shivered beneath him. Placing a leg on either side of her slender torso, he squirmed forward and positioned himself with his immensely- swollen cock between her white, pink-capped breasts; the soft warm flesh of her naked breasts closed around the rigid blood-engorged length of his organ and he gasped at the exciting exotic sensation. His fingers shook with the eagerness of his growing lust as he squeezed the resilient fleshy mounds until his tightly fondling grip left tiny red welts between the ridges of his fingers; he kneaded them and crushed them into a dozen different shapes, but every time they snapped back to the full voluptuous mounds that Lucy Barrett was so proud of.