Unknown - The Watch Dog

David moaned with the exquisite pleasure of Lucy's breasts encircling warmth around his cock; he squeezed them tightly together so that they formed a narrow tunnel-like opening and he rocked his pelvis back and forth so that his hard, lust-engorged cock slithered back and forth inside the hairless, tightly gripping cleft between her high-set breasts. He pushed the purplish bulbous head of his cock through the tightly encircling channel between her breasts until it poked lasciviously against the underside of her chin; she jerked away with a half-intelligible gasp of revulsion – fellatio was not her bag; he had tried often enough, but Lucy just would not cooperate. He eased back and laughed silently at the tiny smear of his seminal fluid that glistened there above her blemish-free neck.

For several long tantalizing minutes more, he kept up the slow, slithering pace … his own sticky discharge had thoroughly moistened the smooth-bored cleft between her breasts and his cock slid right up to her chin. Lucy turned her face away disgustedly, but he could still feel the vibrant sexuality that flooded her body and knew she was totally under his control. All except for one thing, that one single act he'd never been able to force out of her – she had never given him a blow job. Well, he thought, all in time … it wouldn't be smart to ruin this little set-up just because I ain't getting any head! There are plenty of other birds around who love a taste of cock now and then!

His hands squeezed her large full breasts in from the sides so tightly that his cock could scarcely slide between them; he had his eyes half- closed and his teeth clenched with the wildly erotic sensation of this strangely inciting experience. He felt the surging tide of his male orgasm begin to swell deep in his sperm-laden testicles and he thought with a lewd mocking grin … Hell, why not! It ought to be good for a laugh!

Pushing the pliant mounds together so hard that Lucy cried out in pain, he humped ferociously forward a few last quick times, his pistoning penis slithering machine-like between her tightly smashed breasts; her nipples almost touched as he shoved the warm womanly orbs together, and then with a grunting sigh of release, he let his lust-bloated balls explode along the steel-hard shaft of his cock until the seething viscous stream gushed between her crushed pink-tipped breasts and onto her neck and chin like a sticky glob of spittle.

Lucy started from the sudden unexpected sensation of something warm and liquid on her flesh, and when she looked up and saw David looking down at her mockingly, his face slashed with a sneer, she squirmed maddeningly to wriggle out from beneath him, but he held her securely between his knees. «Damn you, David!» she spat up at him. Damn was the strongest expletive he had ever heard her use and she reserved it for the really furious moments. «That was a rotten, disgusting thing to do! I need you, David, I told you that … and now look what you've done! That was … filthy, that's what it was! Filthy!»

David raised one leg and moved off of her, trailing his flaccid penis across the still vibrant mound of one of her breasts, leaving a smear of semen that oozed over her crinkly nipple like some after-bath cream. He knelt beside her on the messy unmade bed; the sheets beneath his knees were nearly beige with dirt and God-knows-what-else. «Don't get all worked up, baby,» he said with a confident grin. His hand lifted the rubbery length of his deflated cock and flapped it around like a length of hose. «There's still plenty left for you … just get it nice and hard again and it's all yours. I just wanted to see how I liked a tit-fuck, and now I know.»

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes burning with a potent mixture of passion and anger. She would have liked to spit in his face and walk out of here … but she knew she wouldn't. Instead, swallowing her rich-girl pride like an unwanted oyster, she took his soft penis and began to knowingly stroke its fleshy skin. She did not look up at him at all and in hardly any time it was growing hard once again, just as it always did. Lucy Barrett knew it would be late into the night before she returned home to Valley Farms.

A visit by Kate Barrett to the three-story department store that bore her married name was always something of an occasion; not, perhaps, to the hundreds of customers who milled about in search of bargains, but the word spread like brush-fire among the various clerks and cashiers and floorwalkers. Kate Barrett is here in person! Dozens of sales were briefly interrupted as employees glanced up for a furtive glimpse of the woman who effectively controlled their working lives. One word from this tall, attractive redhead could put them on unemployment; no one failed to realize her power as far as this successful business was concerned. And the same unspoken question was on everyone's lips – why had she come to the store?

Kate, alone, moved swiftly through the afternoon crowds, mostly housewives and small children, until she reached the employee's elevator that would take her to Karl Henderson's penthouse offices. She liked dropping in unannounced, if only because it always seemed to make the General Manager so nervous; Henderson was an efficient overseer, but too afraid for his job to suit Kate Barrett. He had been John's personal choice, though, and she would never have gone against the weak-chinned balding little man for fear of tangling with the directors. Kate tightly controlled the corporation, but still the directors had to be kept smiling. As long as the store showed a substantial profit, why should she concern herself with a faceless nobody like Karl Henderson, she asked herself.

An occasional older employee, emboldened with seniority, nodded or smiled greetings to the company matriarch as she passed, and Kate was all teeth and fluttering eyelids. Kate was known as a woman of steel to everyone she had ever dealt with, but she effectively camouflaged her toughness with a Southern belle charm that was often her most potent weapon.

«Good afternoon, Kate … it's nice to see you here again.» She spun around instantly, surprised but not offended at the informality; it was Sol Marcus, one of the store's oldest employees. Sol was more like family than employee, and Kate hurried to kiss him on the cheek. John had hired him personally, back before the last war, and though he was way overdue for forced retirement, the Board of Directors, at Kate's heavy-handed insistence, had voted to keep him on as sort of a floorwalker emeritus. Sol had often told his friends that retirement would be the death of him; he had no family, no really close friends, just the store.

«Sol, it's been ages! Why don't you ever come out to Valley Farms like you used to? Lucy and I would love to see you!»

The slight, bespectacled man looked down at the floor as if embarrassed. «I guess I should have come … but I just didn't know if I'd be welcome, now that John – Mr. Barrett – is gone.»

«Nonsense, Sol! You just come anytime. Call me ahead of time and I'll fix you a nice home-cooked meal, just like the old times.»

With what looked like a tear in his eye, the graying old man took Kate's hand and squeezed it firmly with surprising strength. «Thank you, Kate, I'd love to. Thank you.» And then he turned silently and returned to his job of watching over the appliance section, a highly unlikely spot for shoplifting and actually a section created just for him. Kate waved hello to one other recognized old-timer and entered the elevator for the swift ride to the penthouse; she was certain, of course, that Karl Henderson's secretary had already received at least a half-dozen warnings from various friends on the first floor that she was on her way up. That always made it even more fun to watch the look of feigned surprise as she stepped into the green-carpeted foyer of the executive suite.