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CHAPTER THREE

Dawn closed her eyes tightly but it wouldn't stop the horrors of yesterday from flashing into her mind in scenes she didn't want to admit had happened. Tentatively her hands traveled down her naked flesh that was sore and sensitive from last night's fucking. Oh God, yes! It was all true. Her titties were tender to the touch, and she knew that blue bruises would have already appeared on her flesh from Sheik Abdullah's brutal fucking of her body. Over and over her tired brain repeated the scenes in true to life color and sound and touch. After the sheik had fucked her and they lay on the floor of his hotel suite, everything became hazy and uncertain. How had she gotten back to her own apartment?

A sudden thought roused her exhausted body. She eased out of bed carefully and found her briefcase on the walnut dresser. Had the sheik bought anything at all from her? Was there an actual order? Oh, God, she'd been in no condition to sell anything. Frantically she searched through the papers. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat. There weren't any sale orders! What would her supervisor, Warren Mathieson, say to that?

Her head was pounding and she felt sick. Dawn clung to the dresser edge until the wave of nausea passed. That man. That horrible man, the sheik, had tricked her, used her… treated her like dirt! Used her for his own filthy pleasure. Weak tears started in her eyes. She'd had such hopes for her big sales job. For years she'd dreamed of having a job like this, and she'd ruined it the first day!

Dawn never knew how she managed to get hold of herself enough to bathe and dress, but sheer grit got her from the bedroom to the kitchen.

Several aspirin and glasses of orange juice followed by scalding coffee finally wiped some of the scum off the day. It was a matter then of eating, walking carefully, making no sudden movements and getting through her work at the store.

When she ran into Glen Cooper, the store manager, toward the end of the day, Dawn Peters was so overjoyed she almost wept. He was the first familiar and kindly face she'd seen. It was like coming home to see the tall, quiet dark-haired manager who had been with the store ever since Dawn had worked there. He had been a true friend to her on her way in her career. He was courteous, polite, and considerate, which had never seemed more impossibly ideal traits to Dawn than they did now. The day had been a horror even without her colossal hangover, not to mention the burden of guilt that weighed heavier and heavier.

It was not just the sheik who acted as though the salesgirls were his own whores it was all the other customers as well. Dawn had to fight off practically every man she dealt with.

"Dawn. My dear girl… how nice to see you!" Glen stopped in the main floor of the store to catch Dawn's hands in a warm clasp. "I didn't know you were working late tonight."

"Yes. The schedule was changed yesterday. But it's been the worst day of my career. Oh, Mr. Cooper, you don't know how glad I am to see a friendly face."

"Well, if you're that glad to see me, then I think we'll just have to go find some dinner. I have a nice little place in mind that's quiet!"

Dawn knew her face fell from the way his words trailed off. She couldn't help it. It had sounded too much like the sheik, though, of course, this man hadn't meant it that way. She tried to smile. There was no reason to hurt his feelings.

"You look as though you don't like the idea, my dear. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Oh, no, you didn't. It's just that, well, I guess I've had a pretty rough day."

"Then all the more reason to relax with a quiet old duffer like me," he teased. Dawn looked at the tall older man who was old enough to be her father. His hair was barely graying above his darkly tanned face, the eyes a kindly hazel, crinkled at the corners from smiling too much.

"Well…" The young girl looked up at him. Suddenly he did seem a haven in the insanity of the last few days. "My feet are killing me, so, if we don't have to walk to your nice little place…?"

"Good! I knew you'd be a sensible girl." He tucked her hand into his arm and they walked out to the car and drove off.

Glen Cooper glanced at the beautiful young cunt beside him. She was silent and very tired, he could see. Good! A few drinks was just what she needed and what he wanted her to have. His eyes went back to the road reluctantly, but he could still see her in his head… lusciously provocative, sensuously curved. Of all the women, and in the department store business he saw them all, this was the one he'd wanted to screw silly from the first moment he saw her. Jesus!

The thought of Dawn Peters' red hair lying softly on his pillow came like a flash into his head. For three years, every time he made his rounds by the lingerie department, he'd watched for Dawn Peters, but as a stock girl she had been mostly out of his sight. But now that she was a salesgirl, she was much more available. And now, he thought as he turned into his driveway, I've gotten her where I've always wanted her, just about ready to fuck. Leading the weary young girl into his house, he said, "You look as though you could use a drink."

"Yes, I guess so." She smiled ruefully. "It's been pretty hectic. And to be honest, I had too many last night. So I'll have just one drink, Mr. Cooper. But because I'm so tired, that will have to be it." She eased the sandals off her aching feet, wondering now why she'd agreed to come here to the department store manager's house.

Glen Cooper poured Dawn a drink and walked her into the living room. Through the plate glass window they could see the skyline of Dallas stretching out before them, the lights slowly blinking on in the late afternoon light.

"Isn't that much better?"

"Much."

Leaning against the wall by the window, the department store manager eyed the red-headed young lingerie salesgirl over the rim of his glass as she stood looking over the city. The light caught her hair, turning it even more fiery, a glazing halo against her beautiful white face. The simple cream silk dress clung to her sensuously rounded figure like a second skin. Cooper could almost feel those globes in his hands and see that copper-colored patch of red pussyhairs up between those creamy white thighs. What a voluptuous creature to grace this house. She belonged here. In his head Glen had had a vision all these years of the woman who should live here with him, and Dawn was the one.

"What a beautiful place. You must love it very much," she said softly, still looking out over the twinkling city.

"Yes, it is very nice." His eyes never left Dawn, taking in every voluptuous curve.

"I had no idea the little place you mentioned for dinner would be your house." Her arms spread wide to take in the whole incredible view. "You really have a lovely house here, Mr. Cooper."

"Yes, I think I'm quite fortunate to have been able to buy it. But I have no wife, and so no one to share the place with. Some of the beauty seems lost when you have no one to share it with you."

A little frown appeared between the young salesgirl's eyebrows as she looked out the huge window. "Yes, and it is so beautiful."

Cooper turned, slipping an arm casually around her waist to look with her. "I always thought I'd like to share it with someone like you."

Dawn pulled back and stiffened a little. "Why thank you, Mr. Cooper, but I'm sure that anyone would appreciate the view."

"No, I think it takes a special kind of person." His arm tightened around her.

Dawn looked confused, embarrassed, and a little irritated. She pulled away and walked out of his grasp. Oh God! Was Glen Cooper going to start acting like the rest of those crude, lewd-thinking men that had bothered her all her life? Like the sheik?

"It was very kind of you to bring me here, but I think it's an imposition. I'd better get home."

"I wanted you to myself for a little while, Dawn. I've watched you for a long time – but I never involve myself with the girls who work in the store. We'll have some dinner, a pleasant chat."

"But surely you don't want to cook?" she said.

"I have a couple of steaks to broil. A simple salad. Let me mix you a nice relaxing drink."

"No, I don't think I should," Dawn protested, but when he persisted, she was too weary to argue.

Two drinks later there was still no sign of dinner, and Dawn was getting very suspicious. The department store manager was getting harder and harder to hold off. He kept circling her, closing in on her like a beast of prey. She could feel the alcohol having an effect on her. His accidental brushing against her and the familiar quick caress was getting bolder. She had to get out of here. There were no decent men. Her "friend" Glen Cooper was rapidly proving it.

"I'd better go." She stood abruptly, putting her empty glass on a table.

"Not yet." He said it with a finality that sent a warning tremor through her. She looked into his tanned handsome face and the burning eyes that gleamed through narrowed lids.

"I really must… I'm very tired, Mr. Cooper."

"But you're feeling better, and you'll feel better still." Cooper grinned as he gently wound his long fingers around her slender white throat. "You'll stay, darling, because of your job. Your career is really starting to roll, and I could send you back forever to the stock room just by picking up the telephone and calling my secretary or the personnel manager."

Dawn could feel her pulse jumping under his touch. She began to panic, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. No matter what, she had to get out of here. Her thoughts raced, hampered by the fuzzing of the alcohol. With a sudden, gut-wrenching suddenness, she remembered Sheik Abdullah. Then her supervisor, Warren Mathieson. What would he do if she antagonized the store manager? It wouldn't matter if she was the best salesgirl in the store, he would fire her without a qualm. Grimly she decided she'd better at least stay for a little while longer.

Glen pulled her curvaceous young figure closer, his dark eyes boring into her wide blue ones. When his wetly parted mouth was only inches from hers, he whispered silkily, "When are we going to fuck, baby?"

"I… oh… no…" Her eyes widened in shock as she tried to pull away. "Never. No." She felt the hand tighten ominously on her throat and then abruptly the full sensuously demanding mouth was on hers.

The no longer debonaire store manager gloried in the warm, wet lips under his. At last he was kissing the voluptuous salesgirl. His hand tightened on her throat as his tongue wetly wormed its way between her half-opened lips into the warm, wet cave of her mouth. She was like a high-spirited thoroughbred, wild and free, shying away from the approach of the stallion.

Not again, Dawn thought wildly. Oh God, no! It mustn't start again. Not another man fucking her after the way the sheik had fucked her last night. She could feel the implicit threat in the hand at her throat, in the hotly urgent tongue in her mouth, in the hard masculine lips crushing and bruising against hers. The arm around her was like a vise; Glen Cooper was much stronger than he looked with his thin, slow-moving body, lazy and almost indolent. Oh God! What was she going to do now?

A rush of hotly shivering anticipation shot through the department store manager from his cock to the back of his neck. Christ! This hot little bitch was gorgeous. Her softly trembling titties were like twin peaks poking sensuously into his chest, nuzzling him. His hand slid down the long throat, over the shuddering shoulder, and down to the silken fullness of her hugely billowing tit. He clutched one smoothly rounded asscheek with his other hand and gradually worked his leg between her long trembling thighs, feeling her pubic bone trying to draw back from the touch of his painfully jerking cock within his pants.

Dawn was mumbling brokenly and incoherently into Glen's lewdly demanding mouth. She had to get out of here. It was no longer important what her boss wanted, or even if her job was secure. She only knew she must get away before her voluptuous body betrayed her again, for she could feel the excitement rising in her cunt like fire. Pussy juices were already wetting her pantyhose and her sensuously throbbing tit was swelling under Glen's expert caresses. A wanton whore! That's what she was. An abandoned harlot, and she did not know how or when it had come about. She only knew she had to be purged, cleaned, and some kind of self-respect regained. And to do that she must flee now… right now!

"Nooooo… noooo…" she screamed, tearing herself from the surprised older man and running across the polished floor to the wide entry hall. It was as though she were being pursued by a horror she'd never encountered before, and that horror was the secret of her own cock-hungry body that so inexplicably suddenly needed and wanted to be fucked senseless by as many cocks as it could take.

Dawn had almost reached the front door and freedom when she felt his hard hands grasp her roughly to fling her back across the room. Her fall was broken by the arm of the huge overstuffed couch in the center of the living room, and she fell against it heavily. He was on her before she could recover, bending her back over the arm until she thought her spine would split and crack.

Glen Cooper crushed the dazed young salesgirl's body to him, feeling her fearfully trembling tits heaving up and down like a long distance runner's. In the struggle the blouse buttons had come loose between her hugely billowing tits, revealing a deep shadowy cleavage. The triumphant older man looked down at his beautiful young salesgirl, whose eyes were terrified and wide. "Fuck baby. I told you we were going to fuck. You don't go until I'm through with you, understand? I've waited too long," he panted, leaning down to nibble her huge tittie through the fabric. "Too long for your hot little cunt!"

"Please, please, nooooooooo!" Dawn screamed, feeling his mouth wetting her dress, the teeth nibbling gently at her tit. The little nipple popped obediently out and erect the moment he touched her.

"You planned this, didn't you?" She wept helplessly.

"Of course." He raised his head and laughed harshly.

Her back was breaking, head reeling from the alcohol, and she felt more helpless than she ever had before. This maniac department store manager was going to fuck her like a common whore, the lewd whore she had become. Oh God, why did this have to happen to her?

"I can fuck you in here, or you can be sensible and come to my bedroom."

Dawn just lay there on the couch, weeping helplessly. The nightmare was never ending. Finally she looked up at Glen Cooper's hard face leering down at her triumphantly. He'd won and he knew it. She was so tired of fighting men off. So tired.

Dully she felt him pick her up, lifting her easily in his arms. She closed her eyes and simply let it happen. The hall was long. She could feel Glen Cooper's cock throbbing hotly through his trousers and hitting her asscheeks with every step. In her mind's eye she could see the long curving, tree-lined road in front of the house. She tried to concentrate on how far away his neighbors were. Were they close enough to hear her scream?

Cooper set her carefully on the edge of the huge king-size bed in the large room that looked over the city. It was the master suite that no woman had occupied with him since he had moved in. He opened the French windows and the hot Texas air blew through the sheer curtains into the huge room. Dawn sat, head down and defeated where he left her. Her clothes were rumpled, her silk dress unbuttoned and ripped from the struggle. She looked now like an unkempt street whore. He walked deliberately to the huge closet, rummaging until he found a long lavender negligee.

"Stand up," he commanded.

Dully Dawn looked up at him, unmoving. "Mr. Cooper, please. I don't belong here. Please let me go. None of this makes any sense. I can do you no good." The tears poured afresh from her pleading eyes as she whispered desperately.

"If this got around the store you would be fired," she tried.

"But who would they believe? A wild little salesgirl or its respected manager?" Glen reached out and pulled her to her feet.

"I don't care about my job any more. But I will make sure that you lose yours…" It had to be a nightmare. This huge room, the beautiful house, the boss standing there looking at her with a strange look, as though he were raping her with his eyes.

"I wouldn't try it, honey." Glen turned her to face the large floor-length mirror. She stood disheveled, reflected in the huge oval mirror hanging on the wall across from the bed. He stood behind her, his hands sliding down the buttons of her dress, slipping them free quickly. Deftly he pulled the dress from her, and she stood trembling in the beige bra and pale pantyhose.

She must be drunk Dawn decided. Her head swam and she would have stumbled if Glen's hands had not held her. She watched in fascination as they slid over her nakedly trembling young flesh. The flesh did not cringe, but warmed to his touch. The long fingers dropped her bra straps, unhooking the back catch, and pulled the confining garment from her, spilling her hugely billowing tits with their little pink tips. Those fingers slid her pantyhose down over her whitely rounded hips and curved thighs; the crisp red pussy curls were a wild stain against her pale white skin. She held her breath. It was like a play at the crucial moment. She could feel the tension building, and her breath was caught somewhere painfully in her breast. When her legs were free of the hose, she stood nakedly before him shivering and shaking with fear and a weird kind of anticipation, eyes wide but almost unseeing, glazed with the drinks and disbelief.

She stood in a trance, watching as his hands placed a long drift of see-through lavender cloth across her shoulders to float down her back to the floor. Dawn was framed in the thin see-through folds falling around her voluptuously sculptured body like a dream – a lush, sensual dream. Glen's face was blank, carefully controlled, as though he were seeing more than a nakedly beautiful young girl with red hair in the mirror there. His hands caught her softly rounded shoulders and he held her, looking into the mirror in a strained silence that neither of them broke.

Finally she heard him whisper, "Beautiful!" Dawn was frozen to the thick carpet, seeing herself as a princess in a child's fairy tale. This whole evening was like a dream and her boss, a man she had liked and thought she knew, like a stranger.

Glen stood trembling as he held the young beauty. She was unreal, an image of the ideal woman – an image of perfection. Unbidden, his hands slid down to cup her nakedly quivering tits in his hands. The flesh felt voluptuous, silkenly erotic.

Suddenly he was ripping his own clothes off with shaking fingers. He threw them to the floor in a fury while his eyes were glued to the vision of beauty before him that stood still as a statue, her eyes glazed and unseeing.

The dream was broken for Dawn when she felt herself crushed into his naked body, her mouth captured and lanced by his lewdly searching tongue, as his heavily throbbing cock stabbed the quivering softness of her belly. Her huge, whitely billowing tits ground nakedly against the hair-covered chest that heaved with a muscular passion.

A moan tore up from Glen's throat as he felt her naked body trembling against his as his fingers bit deeply into the softly fragile flesh. The lavender cloth slipped away and finally dropped unheeded to the floor. His painfully throbbing cock was screaming in agony, and his tenderly swollen balls filled almost to the bursting point. He pushed her roughly back against the brocade-covered bed where she sprawled like a limp doll from the force of his arms.

Glen looked down to see one long, whitely silken thigh still trailing to the floor, the other splayed out on the bed, a sparse red triangle of softly curling pussyhairs at the apex, outlining her pink cunt like a halo, and he groaned at the sight. The delicious young pussy was visibly pulsing as its juices seeped slowly and gleamed on the naked flesh of her wetly swollen cuntlips. He threw himself on the bed between her lewdly spread legs, his hands catching the velvety smooth hips as his mouth clamped down hard on her hotly throbbing pussy.

"Noooo… ooohhhhh, nooooo…"

Dawn felt his searing hot breath and the hungry wet lips on her cunt. He was kissing her there! No, oh God, no. And then a silken knife sliced through her, hotly stabbing, straight up into her quiveringly aroused cunt.

"Nooo… ooohhhhhhhaaahhhhhh…" she screamed in protest and exaltation as she felt his tongue fuck deep into her heatedly cringing pussy depths, sending jagged bolts of wanton excitement arching through her nakedly defenseless body to the core of her being. He was fucking his tongue up her cunt. Oh God! She shook with the sensation this strange older man – who dressed her in a diaphanous lavender negligee and then kissed her obscenely opened pussy as he would her mouth – was bringing her helplessly aroused flesh. Hopeless tears poured again from her eyes, and she shook as the wildly exploding flames of passion continued to flash through her.

Glen tasted the hot slippery juices of her pussy, and nothing he had ever tasted before had been half as succulent. He drew back to lick his tongue in darting flashes over the hot, swollen cuntlips, feeling his cock going mad.

"God… baby… mmmmm…" Glen crawled closer to her cunt on the wide bed, pushing her thighs even farther apart and positioning his head closer between them. The warm pulsing of her naked pussy lay before his greedily devouring eyes and hungry mouth. He'd never get enough of this tasty morsel. He shot his stiffened tongue like a dart to the hotly quivering clit that stood up like a tiny cock. His hands braced her tapering white thighs open in a split until he could see the whole heavily throbbing pussy wide open, the narrow hair-lined slit completely exposed, even to the tiny crinkled circle of her asshole. Obscenely he took the pulsing bud of her clit into his mouth and nibbled gently.

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh… aaaagggghhhh… aaaannnhhh… aaaaahhhhh!" Dawn screamed as her flesh was seared in lewd flames and jolts of deliciously lascivious lust shot through her in an unbearable ecstasy. Was she never to be free of this terrible need for fucking, the awful lusting that left her limp and helpless? Oh God! How had it all started? Why was she this way? She wished the sheik had never fucked her and released the passionate, dark side of her nature.

Cooper licked and tormented her pulsing clit unmercifully, swirling his tongue around it in fevered circles, tasting the hot nectar of her pussy juices on his tongue. His lips clamped around her tiny clit as he sucked voraciously, feeling his massively throbbing cock stabbing into the brocade bedspread and oozing droplets of pre-cum juice.

"Noooooo… noooooo… nnnoooo!" Dawn's loud groans of protest filled the vast room and echoed against the walls. Her wantonly writhing body gave lie to her protests, however, as jolt after jolt of salaciously blissful rapture ricocheted through her mind and flesh from the voracious sucking of her cunt. She thought she'd faint from the forbidden rapturous joy. Her head drained of thought, and she was only aware of his viciously tormenting tongue. Instinctively her smoothly rounded hips arched up, pelvis frantically quivering in need, straining up to that pleasure-giving, hotly insistent tongue fucking in, fucking out, driving her mad.

His teeth bit gently into her hotly aroused flesh as he held her clit captured between his teeth and continued to nibble it gently until he thought the insanely writhing salesgirl was going to rise up and fall back frothing.

"Ohhhhhh God! God! Ohhhhhhhh… please… nnnoooooooo… oooohhhhhhhh… aaahhhhhhhhh!"

The room seemed to melt before Dawn's glazed eyes until she was almost sightless. The intolerable hotly burning flame between her legs grew and grew in intensity until she knew she would be completely consumed. Inadvertently, her long trembling legs raised and wrapped themselves around his handsome head. Oh God, she was depraved, pervertedly wicked to want that gluttonous mouth sucking on her pussy… to want to grab him by the ears and pull that whole head inside her aching body!

Glen felt the warm ivory thighs close around his head as his hands came under the softly rounded cheeks of the young salesgirl's ass. He lifted her cunt to his lips, sucking hard, rejoicing in her wild ecstatic shrieks. The soft red curls of her pussyhairs tickled his cheeks deliciously. Goddamn! There had never been anything like this before, and instinctively he knew there never would be again.

Quickly, Glen caught his breath and trailed his tongue down the wetly gushing cunt to her tightly puckered asshole. Grinning lewdly in expectation, he licked it, circling it with fresh saliva, then stiffened his tongue and fucked into the fiercely tight little star. The tiny hole resisted, but he shoved harder until he wormed his lewdly wet tongue completely inside, and seconds later he was orally fucking her asshole with a feverish delight.

"Ahhhhhh… aaahhh… aaahhhhhggg… aaagghhh!" Dawn's screams grew louder and wilder. The horrible animallike sounds seemed not to come from her throat, yet they did, for her tits were heaving as she threw the sound out of her open mouth. The madly arousing sensation of Glen's hot fucking tongue in her asshole was driving her crazy! She had to be mad. He was fucking her ass with his tongue. He had to be mad too, to want to do such a luridly perverted thing!

Glen sucked and fucked, licking her anus maddeningly, thinking she was going to fly right off the bed any second. He'd never seen a woman so worked up before! Jesus! She was going to be the best Goddamned fuck Glen Cooper had ever had in a long life of good fucking. Licking his lips, he returned to the hotly flowing pussy and laved the whole cunt slit.

Pushing up and almost kneeling, her long legs still wrapped tightly around his head, Cooper sank his tongue again into the depths of her wetly gushing pussy; it went in with a wet, sucking sound. His outstretched middle finger found her just-tongued asshole, and he wormed the digit in as he swirled his tongue inside the hungrily upturned cunt.

Breathing hard, Glen pulled his head back enough to blow into her wetly glistening cunt. His hands caught her smoothly rounded asscheeks as he rammed his tongue in even further so that her naked young pussy was sunk deeply over his mouth and nose. Her wetly matted cunthairs tickled his cheeks. He heard her agonized gasp as her cunt mouth closed even tighter around his sensuously fucking tongue. Frenzied now, she began to move lewdly under his hands, her frantically excited pussy screwing up even harder into his face. Wickedly, he thrust even deeper into the fleshy folds of her cunt, probing and stabbing, fucking her deeper and deeper with his tongue as she moaned and shrieked like a banshee.

She was almost ready to cum. He could feel the muscles ridging in her back. Slashing hard, he tore into the softly wet flesh anew, hardly able to breathe with her frantically writhing pussy grinding so tight up to his face.

Lapping back and forth wildly over her pulsing little clit, Glen could feel her go insane, clamping her long tapered legs around his head like a vise, trying to devour him whole. Glen's breath was spewing in little grunts deep inside her, muffling into a warm, wet oblivion. He reamed her clit while she churned, lurching and swaying, grinding herself lewdly up to his mouth in a frantic ass-twitching rotation as she strained.

Glen pried her thighs even wider, obscenely spreading her asscheeks to the breaking point, his wetly quivering tongue scouring her whole pussy insanely. It was everywhere, asshole, clit, pussy, even licking her whitely trembling asscheeks. Plunging again, he fucked into the soaking wet folds, feeling her rubber band tight cunt muscles clench his tongue viciously.

Dawn's head raised. She screamed, then stiffened. "I'm… I… aaaaagggggghhh! Ohhggg… Ggggggoddddd! I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnggg!"

Her shrill cries of exaltation hung in the room, echoing in Glen's head as he felt her cum-dampened thighs enclose his head again. Her whole body gyrated as the mind-blasting explosion of her cum twisted around his tongue where it was deeply sunk into the churning abyss of her cunt.

Suddenly he could no longer hold himself back. The hot rush of cock-juices along the shaft of his painfully jerking prick was too close. He crawled up on the nakedly thrashing salesgirl and with one mighty lunge, fucked his heavily throbbing prick into the hot depths of her hungrily devouring cunt. All of a sudden, in the space of two or three strokes, he began cumming. His white hot juices roared in a blinding flood down through his thickly pulsating shaft. The roar in his ears was deafening, there was no stopping now! He was shooting his hot scalding cum deep into her greedily milking pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Glen screamed like a madman. Dawn instinctively understood for she bit into his shoulder, then sucked frantically on the powerfully muscled ridge as all his hotly spurting cum came spewing out the tiny opening of his exploding cock. Thrusting wildly upward, she tried to milk every molten drop as it came hurtling out into the greedily clasping depths of her cock-crazed body!

Oooohhhh! But she loved fucking! she thought as Glen's prick spurted gush after gush of hot scalding cum deep into her ravenous pussy. How could she have denied herself cock for so many years? Well, she would never do that again. From now on, she was going to screw around to her little heart's content and she was going to screw and be screwed by anyone along the way who looked like he wanted it as much as she did. The first thing she was going to do in her new way of life was to secure her job and the only way to do that would be to get Warren Mathieson alone somewhere and let him fuck her silly.