Chapter 4

Milt Harris walked into Ken's office behind Louise. He watched the girl's ass jiggling beneath the taut skirt and shuddered when he realized that, as well as no bra, the bitch wore no panties.

Damn, he thought, what a deal Ken Morton has-a beautiful wife, and a beautiful secretary. Harris wondered if he was plugging the secretary. He was sure the ad executive would if he knew that his wife was fucking around like she was.

"Milt, good to see you," Ken said, rising behind his desk and extending his hand.

Harris took the hand and mumbled hello. His eyes were still on the secretary's body.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Morton?"

"Not now, Louise."

Both men watched the clocklike precision of the leggy brunette's ass movements as she walked across the room and through the door.

"Damn, oh damn, that's nice," Harris said, turning back to Ken and easing his big body into one of the leather chairs.

"I wouldn't know," Ken replied. "When you've got a wife like I have, you just don't screw around... even with someone as attractive as Louise."

Harris coughed and hoped his face didn't give his thoughts away. "Yeah... yeah, I suppose you're right. I'm not as lucky. My wife... well, that's another story."

"Sorry I couldn't make it last night. But I called Lisa a little while ago and she told me everything went fine."

"Yeah... yeah," Harris replied. "Your wife is great company, fine food, and good conversation. We had a very enjoyable evening."

"What time did you leave?" Ken said. "Lisa was asleep when I got in."

You lying sack of shit, Harris thought. His mind was on the wild fuck Ken's wife had given him the night before, and the equally fine blow-job that morning. So much so that he almost blurted out ten o'clock this morning, but he caught himself. "Oh... it was late. I really don't remember."

"She's a fine lady," Ken said.

"Yeah, she sure is," Harris said, averting his eyes and pulling papers from his briefcase. "Well, shall we get down to business?"

"Sure thing," Ken said, calmly. But inwardly he was sensing another victory, another contract. And all because of Lisa's talented body.

He barely heard Harris's voice droning on about figures as he, for the hundredth time, congratulated himself on the greatest merger of his young business career-marrying Lisa.

He had been dating and fucking and living with a girl named Shirley almost his whole time at school. She wanted marriage, but Ken had no time for it. He wanted a lot of varied sex, and success in business. Shirley just wasn't the wife for him.

Then one night another couple came over for dinner. Bob was a fraternity brother of Ken's who also dug sex and managed to find girls who swung. Shirley always knew that when Bob and a date came over, the evening usually ended up in a foursome naked and fucking each other's brains out on the living room floor.

Bob's date that night was Lisa, and the moment Ken saw her he decided that he wanted some of that raven-haired beauty in private first. All the way through dinner, Lisa let him know with her eyes that she was more than willing.

After dinner, with the girls still in the kitchen, Ken made his pitch. "I have an idea... why don't we split up first, Bob. You fuck Shirley down here and I'll take Lisa up to the bedroom."

"Jeez, I don't know..." Bob said. "I've only laid Lisa once myself. I figured we were going to swing in a foursome..."

"We will... we will," Ken insisted. "But later. Man, you've never had Shirley alone. She really comes unhinged when I'm not there watching!"

"Yeah?"

"You'll love it, Bob," Ken said, closing the trap. "She'll turn you inside out."

Before he could change his mind, Ken had grabbed Lisa and maneuvered her to the upstairs bedroom.

"How did you manage this?" Lisa asked.

"I told Bob how much Shirley wanted to fuck him alone."

"Did she?"

"No. But I wanted to fuck you alone first."

"I'm game, but poor Shirley."

"Why?"

"Bob's a lousy lay. I only came tonight because I'd heard about you."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Do you wanna fuck?"

She smiled. It was almost a leer. "That's what I came up here for."

He took her in his arms and they dropped back onto the bed.

She lowered her lips to his. They were moist and soft as they closed over his, searching, demanding passion. Her tongue moved lightly over his lips at first, then probed between them, seeking entrance.

He reached up and touched her breasts that pressed tightly against the blouse. They were hard, encased in a tight bra. The blouse itself was stretched to the straining point by her huge tits.

"Oh, yeah," Ken moaned, cupping her full tits in his hand as their lips parted. "I like these. Nice, very fucking nice."

She unbuttoned her blouse. Shrugging it from her shoulders, she reached behind her to release the hooks of her bra. Her monumental breasts seemed to fill the air around his head when she leaned forward. She thrust them at him. Then she pressed herself down on top of him. She growled out her sexual joy when he answered her desires by squeezing and pinching her hardened nipples.

"Damn, you do want it, don't you!" he gasped.

"You're going to find out just how much," she hissed. "Put some music on!"

Ken found a station on the radio by the bed, slow, sensual music filled the room. Lisa nodded to him to leave the dial there. She stood to her full height and started to dance, slowly at first, but then in double time to the music.

Her hips moved suggestively. Her long, silky black hair cascaded over her huge tits. Her tits swayed back and forth as she moved. Now and then a dark, pink-tinted nipple darted out invitingly behind her hair.

"You like my tits?" she breathed.

"Biggest and best I've ever seen," Ken rasped.

"They like to be sucked, and bitten... I dig everything about sex, Ken. Everything that can be done. And I've already done most of it and I'm looking for more."

"That's what I'm here for, baby," he said, starting to pull off his own clothes.

It was obvious to Ken that in this lusciously built girl he was meeting his sexual counterpart. His cock got harder and longer and thicker in his hand as he watched her dance around the room. She peeled her clothes off as she moved.

"Want to see my pussy?" she said.

"Take it off, honey," Ken said, squeezing his prick so the head filled with blood and gleamed invitingly to her.

Lisa grinned wickedly and tore the skirt from her body. She threw it into his face. He pulled it away and watched as the threw her head backward and thrust the dark patch of her bikini-covered cunt and her jutting, magnificent breasts forward.

He could see everything, and it was all fantastic.

But he wanted her completely naked; he wanted to see it all.

She took her time about peeling her panties off, knowing that it was driving him wild with lustful desire. No man could resist those legs of hers.

Ken's patience was being tried. He urged her to finish stripping and she soon obliged him. She was as hot to get laid as he was. Finally, sensuously, she stepped out of the brief panties and moved toward him. He wasted no time shedding the remainder of his own clothes, showing her an erection that had to be satisfied.

Lisa dropped to her knees before him. He had been such a complimentary audience that she felt she had to do something very special for him. She rubbed her soft lips on his prick and soon had the hunk of male meat covered with smudges of her lipstick.

Then she leaned back and snaked out her tongue again and again. Ken was soon hard as a granite. He grabbed her head and pressed it against his body, making his huge prick almost disappear between her clinging lips.

"That's it, baby," he urged her. "You sure know how to make a man happy. Someday I'm going to steal you from that bastard Bob. Just wait and see."

"Beautiful, hard cock," she murmured. She took his meat back into her mouth and looked up at him with bright, flashing eyes. She would give him the best blow-job of his life. And she would fuck him until he begged her to stop.

Ken looked down at her with complete satisfaction. It wasn't that he was tired of Shirley, but it was nice to have a different woman for a change, especially one like Lisa, who seemed to know all the ropes.

She was using every trick in the book to increase his pleasure. She took his prick all the way into her mouth until it had disappeared into the soft moistness of her throat. Her teeth rested gently on the base of it while her soft lips pulled at his wiry pubic hair. Ken couldn't believe it. No woman had ever been able to swallow all his meat. Lisa took him into her throat so deep she could nibble his balls with her lips.

Ken knew that he was going to come quickly under her expert ministrations, and he did everything possible to delay his orgasm. It just wasn't right to come so quickly when she was showing him such a good time.

Lisa sucked harder and harder at the big cock that was filling her mouth to capacity. It tickled her throat and made her want to gag, but nothing could make her stop until she had got what she wanted-a hot frothing stream of cream.

"Oh, Jesus, can you suck cock," Ken cried, as he hunched his meat into her face. "Take it...

OHHHHHHH... TAKE IT ALL!" he gave up trying to hold back his orgasm. His balls began to throb uncontrollably. It was obvious to both of them that he would come in a matter of seconds.

He shoved his prick into her mouth one last time and then felt his balls explode. A wave of passion ran through his limbs and coursed through his blood. Finally he shot his load, a tremendous stream of hot cum that was impossible to swallow.

One spasm after another passed through his body and Lisa was amazed at the amount of cum he could produce. She gulped down as much as she could, but some of it leaked out of the corner of her mouth, running down her chin to form a sticky puddle between her heaving tits.

"Ummmmm, that's so nice," she told him. "Now I want you to fuck me good and hard. This time you can take all the time you want before coming."

"Sure thing, baby," he told her. "Your wish is my command, especially when you want to fuck."

Ken leaped between her thighs, grinding his meat with one hand toward her cunt hole.

"Fill me up, lover," Lisa groaned as she felt his still-erect cock slide with ease up her soaking channel. "Yes... YES! All the way... GIVE ME EVERY INCH OF IT!"

It was a combination of her wild lust and her beauty that enabled Ken to keep it up for a second fuck so soon after blowing a big come into her mouth. Only a few times before had he been able to do that. Lisa was a sex machine that could keep him turned on indefinitely. Already, as he plunged into her warm softness, he was making plans.

"Is it all in?"

"Not quite," he panted.