Marc Mixer - Palace Of Lust

"I am a desperate man, Christy," Pasha warned. "I shudder to think what would happen to you if you turn me down. And there is Steff to consider. Such a lovely woman. It would be such a shame for her to have an accident to that beautiful face." The man extracted a scented cigarette from the gold case in his pocket. He looked at the girl as he lit up.

"On the other hand, I know many men like Mr. Denton, who are quite generous, as I mentioned to you earlier. I am willing to share their generosities with you, my dear."

"I somehow always seem to get myself in situations where I don't really have much choice," Christy conceded. "One thing should please you, Pasha…

"What can that be, dear girl?"

"I find the thought of fucking that big, giant cock of Mr. Denton's fascinating!" Christy almost burst out laughing at the look that crossed Pasha's face.

"Get dressed. He's waiting."

The girl walked to the bedroom to put something seductive on.

Pasha shouted at her as she was about to close the door. "No notes to Steff," he warned. "I'll explain everything to her in my own inimitable way."

Christy's mind raced as she entered the room. She wanted Steff to know the truth, but how could she tell her? She looked around the room, trying to get some ideas, then she thought of the card. The picture of the Rolls Royce! It was in the drawer. Steff would find it. She was smart. She would know! She needed one more thing. Steff should have one in her wig box. Christy ran to the big wig container, removed the lid, and examined the wig. Yes. There it was.

Christy removed a long hat pin from the wig. It was about four inches long with a fancy little jewel at the top for decoration. She pushed the long pin into her thick blond hair, then she walked to the wardrobe doors and pulled out one of her most innocent outfits.

Pasha was pleased when she came out of the room. She had a long black skirt with buttons on the side of the skirt. A high-necked, long-sleeved blouse with ruffles complemented the skirt perfectly. The ruffles made her breasts look even larger and the black skirt emphasized how small her waist was. Christy's hair was piled high on her head. The pretty pin caught the light on the green jade flower that was the head of the needle. Pasha was pleased she wore no makeup. Yes, Jack would be delighted and he would be off the hook.

The trip to the penthouse was fast. It seemed she was standing in front of the massive oak doors in a matter of minutes. She was glad they were up high. Christy had counted the floors as they rode the express elevator to the man's penthouse. She hoped he had a big, open patio. She wanted to be able to see the city tonight.

Then he was there. Jack Denton looked at the girl with cold contempt. A look to Pasha and the unpleasant little man was gone. For that, at least, she could thank the man. Christy smiled at the man and slipped past him into the apartment. Jack just looked at her as she walked around the room. Christy never felt so relaxed in her whole life. This was her moment. She loved the apartment.

"I have never been in a more beautiful home. A handsome man in a beautiful apartment. What more could a girl ask for, Mr. Denton?" She teased. "It would be perfect if there was a patio overlooking the city. You must have a patio."

The man said nothing. He walked over to a pair of French doors and swung them open. The girl rushed to see the view. It was breathtaking. A million lights blinked hundreds of feet below her.

"You want a drink?" the man asked coldly.

Christy turned around and glared at the man.

"No," she hissed. "I just want your cock. I want you to fuck me. I must have been insane that night. I have been tormented by the thought of your gorgeous, fat cock. You've got the biggest prick I've ever seen."

The man just looked at her. Then he turned and walked back into the living room. The girl followed him into the apartment. Jack liked the act. Not bad at all, he thought. But she had to beg! That was the important thing. He wanted her to beg him for it.

Jack went to the wet bar and poured himself a scotch on the rocks. He looked at the woman to see if she wanted one. She nodded no. He liked that. She didn't need anything to help out. She probably did want it. The girl sat down on a plush chair and waited for the man to come to her. Jack walked over and stood before her. He sipped his drink. The girl reached out and parted his robe. Her hands found the zipper to the pants he was wearing and pulled it down.

"She is gorgeous," he thought. Maybe if the girl was good he'd keep her around for awhile. That is, if she was good. The soft hand of the woman was in his shorts now. His cock tingled at her touch. Then she pulled it out. Christy stared at the magnificent prick. Jack could see she couldn't wait to eat the thing.

"You are the greatest," the soft lips whispered as she slowly stroked the flaccid giant organ. The big snake seemed to come to life under her petting, as the immense head started to lift itself.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Denton, I've just got to loss it. I can't help myself."

Her tongue darted out and touched the organ. The blue veins were throbbing now as the blood flooded into the man's prick.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm afraid I'm going to come, just doing this."

She plunged the cock deep into her throat. The young woman looked to the man like she was in pure ecstasy. Her pretty head slid up and down the giant pole. Christy drank his cock fully and the man was delighted.

Jack Denton wanted to see that fantastic body. He remembered clearly how lush she was. Pulling his prick away from the luscious sucking was difficult, but it was the cunt he wanted to get at. That was what it was all about. He pulled free his bone and lifted the girl up. Christy understood, shedding her clothes as quickly as she could so the man could see her body.

"I want you to see my tits. I've been longing to feel you suck on my nipples. I want that cock of yours all over me. I want you to fuck my tits. I want it in my mouth. Most of all I want you to put that beautiful thing in my cunt. Please make me come with that prize organ of yours."

The girl stood before him nude, her blond hair piled high on her head. He wanted to loosen her hair and see it all around her face as he was driving his cock into her. That could wait. Now, Christy undressed the man as he stood there allowing her to "do her thing" if it made her happy. Then he was naked, with his cock standing straight in front of him. She pulled his nude body against her soft belly.

"That feels so good," she cooed to the man. "God, you are hung. You've got the kind of prick every woman dreams of having one day!"

The man pulled her to the couch.

"No. The patio! I want to do it under the stars," she pleaded. "This is the biggest night of my life. I'd like to do it under the stars with the handsomest man and the biggest dick in the world. It's something I can brag about to all my girl friends."

The delighted man followed the voluptuous nude body out to the patio. She dragged him to a sun couch and pulled him on top of her. Christy kissed him deeply, sinking her tongue as far into his mouth as she could. The man's hand sought her soft round breast. She had to have the softest, yet the nicest tits he had ever felt. Jack couldn't recall ever enjoying himself more.

"Kiss them, Jack, dearest. Please lass my titties," the girl begged.

The man sought out the rich pink nipple.

"I can't stand it any more," she shouted. "I've got to have your cock in me. Please, Jack, put it in. PUT IT IN MY CUNT!"

The man slid on top of the girl and positioned his huge organ. The girl's orifice was slippery enough so that the giant prick penetrated the opening easily. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his body to her. She pulled his cock in as far as it would go.