Simon Jillson - Driven To Depravity

"Nooooo " Judy whimpered. "Not so soon, not already." But it was hopeless. She felt the banker's organ shrinking in her still hungry vagina, leaving her hanging on the brink of her own orgasm. Pleasure faded and was replaced with misery, a hungry ache deep in her guts.

"Aawww, shit," she swore miserably, beating on the banker's flabby back with ineffectual fists.

Aroused, he pushed up off her and backed away, his prick slipping free of her pussy. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "Oh, dear God, I am so sorry!"

"So am I," Judy admitted in a husky voice.

"I shouldn't have… I don't know what happened to me. I don't know what came over me," the bewildered man babbled.

"Mr. Caldwell," Judy said sharply.

"Yes? What?" he stuttered, holding his boxer shorts vaguely in front of himself.

"About that mortgage," Judy said.

"What about the mortgage?" Caldwell asked stupidly.

"Will you approve Mr. McCarter's mortgage?" Judy asked patiently.

"I beg your pardon?"

Judy was still seated on his desk. Deliberately, she posed for him, giving him the best possible view of her naked body, all skin and curves and exciting dark hair. "You've had a sample, Mr. Caldwell.

There might be a bonus in it for you if you were to approve that mortgage," she informed him huskily. He had damn well better approve it, she thought. She was burning up with unsatisfied lust!

The man got a crafty look. "You mean…"

Judy didn't say a word. Instead, she slid one hand down her belly to her pussy and slid her fingers into her dripping, soggy swamp of pubic hair. She licked her lips as she played with herself.

Caldwell dropped his underpants and scrabbled wildly through the papers that had spilled from his desk. His buttocks bobbed comically as he pawed through the litter. Finally he lurched to his feet, waving the long form triumphantly like a flag.

Turning, Judy reached for the desk set and took the pen from its socket. She offered it to him delicately. She hovered over him, one breast nearly in his face as he scrawled his signature on the application.

The instant he was done, Judy pulled the pen out of his hand and speared it back into its hole. Then she picked up the form and carefully blew the ink dry. She could see the pudgy man's marvelous organ rising slowly to attention as she blew. Flipping the application casually aside, she rolled from the desk and launched herself at the banker. Pressing the full length of her warm, womanly body against his, she kissed and nibbled his mouth. She pressed him backward and downward on the gray carpet until he lay in front of her. Licking her lips with excitement, she fondled his towering phallus. She had to do it, she just had to see what that incredible column of meat would taste like.

She lowered her head and took the cap in her mouth, amazed at how wide her jaw had to gape to take it.

It was warm and pulsing with life. It tasted of cum, his cum, and her juices. She slurped up the mingling of flavors with gusto. Her vagina was squeezing, searching blindly for the monumental meal that had been so unceremoniously snatched away from it.

Holding the mammoth shaft in her hand, Judy straddled the banker's hips and lifted herself over his tower. Nestling the head in her opening, she lowered herself on it, driving it up into her belly in one steady thrust. She felt as if she was being split open by the huge organ.

"Uh!" she grunted, dropping the last inch.

"Oh my!" Milton Caldwell gasped. It was there again, that wonderful, gripping, embrace around his penis. He shifted his hips and felt that marvelous hot friction of flesh against flesh. The simmering pool was already building deep in his groin.

Leaning forward, Judy braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted and dropped, pistoning on the shaft in her guts. She was close to an orgasm already, rapidly regaining the peak she had left just minutes before.

She loved the slapping squishy sound of her body meeting Caldwell's, thrilled to the thick stench of sex. And there was something else she wanted to try. She took one of Caldwell's hands and dragged it around to her ass. She worked his fingers into the crack there.

"You want?"

"Stick your finger up my butt," she ordered harshly.

Caldwell didn't have to be asked twice. Just the thought of that vile act filled him with a lewd excitement. He sought and found her anus in the sweaty, steaming crevice of her bottom. Her flesh was slimy with cum, making entry easy. He bored his finger up into the tight, resisting opening, twisting and turning as if he were screwing an awl into her.

Judy lay forward over the banker, bathed in searing pleasure from the cock in her vagina and the finger in her tail. She squirmed and writhed against him as the level of her pleasure rose and rose and rose. She groaned and whimpered as the fires roared higher and higher and higher from the itching friction of a finger in her asshole and a monstrous cock in her vagina.

Caldwell was grunting and sweating as he twisted his finger in the greasy opening. He could feel his cock through her flesh! He heaved, pistoning his cock in her vagina. He could feel his finger with his cock! The increased frictional stimulation blistered along his nerves, bringing his climax still closer.

"Aw-aw-awh-awh," Judy grunted as she worked and wriggled on the two invaders, grinding her clitoris to a fiery paste against Caldwell's pubic bone. "Aw – I'm cum – I'm cumm – I'm cumminnnnggggggg," she moaned insanely, clutching at the banker with her arms and her legs and her torso. She sank her teeth in the flesh of his shoulder as she came and came and came. She was vaguely aware of his hips jamming up against hers. She felt spurts of semen slamming against the end of her vagina.

Her anus was clenching and squeezing the finger in its grasp as it got in on the orgasm, too.

Then there was nothing but muscle-aching exhaustion left. Wearily, she hauled herself off the banker after his prick had shriveled to a feeble limp shadow of its former self.

"Aaah, me," Milton Caldwell sighed as he lay on his back, catching his breath.

Judy began gathering her clothes. Slowly, aching, she dressed, feeling cum streaming from her pussy. Reaching in her purse, she found a tampon. With her back to Caldwell, she inserted it to staunch the flow of semen, reflecting as she did that she had no shame. Then she put on her panties and the rest of her clothes.

"Mr. Caldwell, I think you had better get dressed," she said calmly.

"Oh? Oh. Oh, my goodness!" the banker exclaimed, looking at the chaotic office. Papers were all over the floor. He scrambled to his feet and into his clothes, fumbling in his haste. Then he was down on his knees raking up the papers. Judy knelt and helped him, then dumped the drifts untidily on his desk. Carefully, she put the signed mortgage agreement in his "Out" basket.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Caldwell," she said politely.

"It – it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Penncroft," he replied. "I'll see you at the closing."

Judy crossed the open area of the bank as if nothing had happened.

As Judy watched Mark, her eyes clouded with worry. His jaw was clenched. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and every few moments his body was convulsed with a chill. She didn't need to ask him how bad it was. She knew. Normally, by now, he would have been on the kidney machine at the hospital. But they had stretched the interval out by one more day. They were desperately stringing out the last few treatments as far as they possibly could.

"Mark, the hospital?" she offered desperately.

"No!" He bit the word out, his jaw snapping sharply on the single syllable.

"But it's dangerous," she pointed out unnecessarily. Now the intervals between his treatments were going beyond the merely uncomfortable.