Bill Balle - Passion's her game

She trembled as she felt the large vein that ran the length of his penis thicken and swell until it was the size of her finger, filling, she knew, with the deluge of come she was about to receive in her mouth. Mewling with impatience, she bobbed her head swiftly, driving as much of his straining dick' down her throat as she could take-sucking-mouthing-slurping frantically as he pumped his cock desperately into her mouth.

"Wendy," he gasped, "I-I'm gonna come, baby…I'm gonna-umm-God, I'm gonna…fill your mouth with-uh-uh-come, baby-sucks-suck-that's it-Ohhhh God-here it comes-get it-suck it…Ar-ghhh-suck, baby!" She held tight to his muscular flanks, holding him in to her as she felt his first driving gush of come spurting down her throat. A long, moaning sigh escaped her as she trembled with lust, gulping as she felt each spurt erupting more semen from his spouting cock, spewing over her tongue. Faster and faster she swallowed, and after each swallow, she sucked frantically to coax and help the next throbbing gush from his straining meat, emptying his tortured balls.

Stevie eased back gently from her drawing lips, his spent penis slithering wet and dripping from her mouth, her tongue curling and laving around the withdrawing head until it plopped from the curled-back circle of her pouting lips. Panting and perspiring, he stepped back and looked down at her, watching as she licked away the remaining traces of his cream from her mouth, her hands still reaching out to caress the hard slabs of his naked, twitching thighs. She gazed longingly at the now-deflating tube of his cock.

"Ummm, Stevie, you did have a lot, didn't you?" She smiled tenderly up at him. "Do you think you can raise a little more for me?"

"Just a little time, boss-lady," he laughed softly. "Just a little time. God, but you suck good! I don't think I have ever come so much at one time!"

"You're sweet, Stevie. No, don't bother getting back into your clothes. I may want some more before you leave," she admonished softly as he reached for his trousers. Sitting back fully dressed at her desk, she looked over the naked young man appreciatively, her eyes lingering once again at the length of his flaccid penis, dangling long and loose over the swaying orbs of his heavy testicles, his muscular chest still heaving from the exertion of delivering his throbbing load down her throat.

He grinned at her. "Boss, I'd like to stay here and run around naked all day, but remember, I left Toni at the Extraction Center in my place."

Wendy pouted prettily, then said, "It's getting so we don't have time for anything any more. But you are right, of course-you should get back." She smiled as she nodded for him to get back into his clothes, saying, "But, I still think I may want you again…or are you getting bored with me?"

"Never happen, Wendy!" His hand slipped down to stroke at his still-flaccid cock, skinning it back and forth until it began to fill once again as she watched appreciatively.

"Lord, I do believe you could go again right now, couldn't you?" she whispered in awe. "Now quit tempting me and get dressed. I'd like for you to call me after you close up tonight. Maybe you, Toni and I could get together at my apartment,"

"Sounds great! I'll call you as soon as we get things closed. Maybe you'll still be here when I bring the vials over."

"I might at that. How many do you think you'll have by the end of the day?"

"I'd guess well over a hundred." Stevie laughed. "The girls were really getting them filled when I left and with Toni in there to help out, it sure won't hurt us any!"

"Tell Toni to stay and help out if she's needed. I'll see you both later here, or you call me at the apartment, Stevie."

"Will do, Wendy! And I will try to get more juice corning in, just like you said. I've got a buddy who works at the Navy yard and it shouldn't be any trouble for him to pass the word around to the sailors. Hell, they always need money, and they stay horny. I don't know why I didn't think of that before!"

Wendy laughed. "Now you're talking, Ste-vei! With a few thousand young sailors contributing regularly, we just might get enough to see us through!"

"Let's hope so. Say, business must be pretty good, boss!" He grinned back at her.

"Let's just say it's progressing nicely, Stevie," Wendy replied, smiling as he walked out. She had no intention of letting even Stevie or Toni know just how fabulously successful Fountain of Youth really was. She crossed her fingers as she leaned back in her chair, and opened her private ledger to gloat over the figures, hoping that nothing would happen to burst her little bubble-not for a few more months, anyway. She looked down at the trial balance, at the unbelievable figure that represented the results of their first two months of operation. Three hundred thousand dollars-net profit!

The miracle of Wendy's discovery spread rapidly throughout the cosmetic industry. Hardly a day passed that one or more of her competitors didn't call, making fabulous offers for her product and her business, but Wendy steadfastly refused even to put a price on Fountain of Youth. Each time she would laugh happily to herself, wondering what her competitors would think if they knew what really made her discovery work. She could visualize Extraction Centers springing up all over the country, birth rates dropping as poor people learned they could collect three dollars per vial for semen.

Her new, more modern plant was turning out the cream at a fantastic rate. Even at fifty dollars a jar, women were buying and once having tried it, steadfastly refused to give it up. The need for semen grew critical and Wendy moved her Extraction Center into larger quarters, a three-story building close to the Navy yard, and now employed some sixty girls. The girls were given bonuses if they brought filled vials with them as they reported for work. Without exception, each girl came in with at least one vial and sometimes as many as five and six. Wendy giggled to herself, realizing that she had probably caused the biggest rise in blowjobs and hand jobs in the history of New York! And the girls were getting paid for doing what they liked to do for nothing. Once word spread as to what was going on in the Center, Wendy had to pay off certain officials, but the cost was well worth it. The more the word got around, the more men showed up, and virtually everyone became a steady contributor. Once they found out they could merely walk into a well-furnished private building and be met by beautiful young girls willing and anxious to suck their cocks or jack them off, they made their visits as regularly as going to lunch.

Everyone connected with Fountain of Youth was getting rich. The original store owners contacted by Wendy were doing a land-office business and others were waiting in line, begging to be included on Smith's distributing routes. Wendy gloated happily as she watching her bank account steadily rising. Jealously guarding her new wealth, she opened a numbered account in Switzerland and directed most of her fabulous income to that account. She couldn't foresee any threat to her company or product, but was determined that regardless of what happened, she would be wealthy for the rest of her life.

She had raised Toni and Stevie to seven hundred-fifty a week and they both looked on Wendy as if she were a god, both of them fiercely loyal to her every wish and command, and dedicated workers. Wendy looked up as Toni knocked softly, then walked into her plush office.

"Wendy, two women are in the reception room," she whispered, obviously awed. "They're from Young Madame in Paris and they say they have to see you!"

Even Wendy was impressed, knowing that Young Madame was one of the oldest, wealthiest, most respected cosmetic firms in the world. She took their card from Toni's trembling fingers and read the names of the two women who waited outside. Both of the women were American directors of the company and Wendy laughed nervously as she directed Toni to send them in.