Chapter 4

"You did very well, Miss Parks. The man, your customer, that is, was very pleased. And, I might add, the sales job you gave him about returning was admirable. He's a good customer. One of the best, in fact."

The director looked down into the folder he'd taken from a stack beside his hand and quickly scanned it. He said, "The next customer..."

"The next one!" said Laurine in surprise. "I just finished! Don't I even get time off for a coffee break?"

"Do you want it?"

"Well, no. I feel good." And she did. She felt better than she had in years. The fire of intrigue burned brightly in her. She was doing all this for Bill. She was a spy in the enemy camp and she was enjoying what the enemy was doing.

"I didn't think so. There's a look our staff get on their faces after a particularly stimulating session that tells me they're ready to forge ahead into new and more rewarding fields."

"I do feel sort of high. Not a drug high, but just damned good!"

"Excellent. The next customer is a bit more physical than most but I'm sure you'll accommodate him. Room 41 at the far end of the hall."

Laurine almost ran down the hall. She could hardly wait. The feel of Jack's cock reaming her out had set her onto a new road. The addiction to sex had long been with her. She couldn't five without it, lots of it. But this was different. She not only found herself wanting lots of sex but as wide a variety as possible.

And the next customer sounded like what she wanted. "Physical" the director had said.

She shivered a little at the thought of what this session was going to be like.

The instant she pushed into the room, she was attacked. Strong arms curled around her legs and unceremoniously dumped her to the floor. Struggling, she rolled over. She vaguely noticed the floor and walls were padded. It'd be hard hurting herself in this insane asylum type room.

Standing over her, totally naked and with a raging hard-on, was the biggest man she'd ever seen. He was easily six foot six, but this wasn't the way she meant big. Nor was his two-thirty weight all that unusual.

It was his cock--all twelve inches of it.

"So, you're the one they selected for me," he boomed in a deep voice.

Laurine looked up at him, wondering why his body gleamed so in the light of the room, Then she understood. His entire body had been oiled down until he was as slippery as a politician making campaign promises.

Stiff, she couldn't fully understand what was going on. Her mind wasn't able to take in the full length of his boner. It was just too big for her to comprehend.

She didn't have a chance to do much more thinking. The man dived at her. His fingers clamped around one of her ankles and he pulled her powerfully to him. His slippery hands shucked off her shoes. He worked hard at her skirt before she decided she didn't like this all that much.

Squirming, she eluded him. The oil on his hands betrayed him. But he didn't seem displeased with her actions. If anything, he was spurred on to even more vigorous effort.

The girl was at a disadvantage. She was trying to keep out of his grasp and, at the same time, was fascinated by the way his cock bounced around. It was a miniature flagpole jutting from his groin. All it lacked was a big American flag fluttering in the breeze.

"What's going on?" she demanded, barely escaping his questing hands.

"I'm going to have you! I'm going to fuck you a dozen different ways! Never had any woman failed to receive my cock in less than twelve different positions before they got me off."

A challenge? She thought so. But what was this about a dozen different positions. She didn't understand but knew that the best way of finding out was to keep fighting him off.

"Not with this chick, you're not," she told him. But she had to keep moving. Standing still wouldn't do, as she found out.

He scooped her legs out from under her again. She went down but not too hard. Opening her mouth to complain, she found his prick shoved against her lips.

She couldn't help herself. She sucked his prick in. Her jaw muscles protested mightily. His cock was as huge around as it was long. But it was worth the exertion.

The oil was ordinary cooking oil. The taste wasn't that great but not too bad, not at all bad when she considered the luscious taste of the man's prick. Her tongue completely eliminated all the oil at the very tip of his cock.

But he gave a couple quick thrusts into her mouth as if beginning to face fuck her, then pulled out.

He shouted in triumph, "ONE!"

And then she understood. He was challenging her to the most erotic wrestling match ever. He was going to try and fuck her repeatedly until he came. And it was his bet that he could it in a minimum of twelve positions before she beat him out--and off.

The girl wanted that cock as badly as she'd ever wanted anything in her whole life. The brief taste of his prick had heightened her senses, had made her even hornier than she'd been. This was going to be one hell of a match, she'd see to that!

He ripped her skirt off as she spun away from him. With only her pantyhose and blouse on, she circled him. A quick move, faster than she'd have believed possible from a man this large, and he was under her legs again. He picked her up and dumped her back to the mat.

Her pantyhose went this time. And she watched as his cock came surging up to meet her pussy lips. At the last possible instant, she twisted in his oily grip and escaped. But she didn't go far.

Behind him, she circled his waist and found his prick. Her hands were well oiled from stroking over his body. And she began giving him a hand job. If she could get him hot enough, the next time he actually managed to fuck her would be disaster for him.

And sheer heaven for her.

"No you don't, you little bitch!" he said, and moving faster than ever, managed to get behind her.

His hands ripped off her blouse. She was totally naked like he was. And his cock was probing upward from behind into her cunt. His strong hands lifted her up into the air and deposited her directly over his prick.

The sudden entry up her now juicy quim took her breath away. She thought she was going to be pulled apart by that massive cock, but she hadn't expected anything this painful. He stretched her in all the usual directions but inches more than a normal man's cock.

It was like when she was a virgin and the high school stud was fucking her for the very first time.

She cried out in pain, then felt those strong hands on her waist guiding her up and down. The pain was washed away with the sudden pleasure gushing into her. The cock was pulling her apart, true. But there was the bonus of having a huge cock twitching and bucking erotically inside her cunt.

The girl managed to relax a little and allow the pleasure to completely fill her body. She set her hips to working frantically at that cock. She didn't want it to go away. The only purpose in her life then was fucking herself on that upright spike of manhood.

Those slippery hands cast her aside before she could fuck herself more than three or four times. The man was panting heavily. She turned around to face him. He was still on his back, looking up at her.

"You got a damn tight cunt, girl. Tightest I ever fucked. Most of them around here have floppy, loose cunts. Too many cocks drilled into them. But not you. I'm gonna enjoy fucking you twenty or thirty times!"

"So many?" she asked.

"Many more. I'm gonna enjoy you a hell of a lot!"

She rolled away from him and then found the bottle of oil he used. A tiny squirt into the palm of her hand was all she needed to liberally oil her own body. The man idly watched as she rubbed the oil into her tits, starting at the base and then slowly stroking toward the cherry red nipple. As she smoothed the oil over her belly, she got the first indication that the man even saw her.

His cock looked as if it wanted to turn cartwheels. She was arousing him with her little act.

She smiled, then licked her lips. The pink tip of her tongue made a slow trip around her ruby lips, then vanished back into her mouth. The message she gave him was unmistakable.

She wanted him. Worse than anything else in the whole goddamned world, she wanted him. And would get him soon.

"Come here, girl. My cock's waiting for you!

"In a second. When I'm finished." She allowed the oil to slowly flow over the curve of her ass. Not wanting to rub it in yet, she let it slowly coat her satiny flesh turning it into slippery mounds of assflesh.

"NOW!" he bellowed as he lunged for her. He managed to slide across the mats and actually grab her leg. But the oil was working for her now. She was able to slip away.