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CHAPTER SIX

Susan slumped in the big overstuffed chair in John's office. She couldn't believe his total indifference. Her feelings had been hurt and she didn't know whether she wanted to cry or just get damn good and mad!

He hadn't been a bit interested when she told him about the invitation to the party, shrugging his shoulders and informing her he had a late meeting with a client and doubted if he could make it. He hadn't even wanted to see her new dress and shoes.

She sat there, her mind hurting with his coldness. She had thought that at the very least, he would offer to take her to lunch. But a previous appointment with another client only meant that he had to dash.

As a result, she found herself very much alone in the plushness of John's office. Alone, and very disappointed with her husband still.

Well, she told herself reluctantly, there wasn't anything left to do but go on back to the apartment and get ready for the party. She'd be damned if John was going to spoil all her fun. If he wouldn't go to the party, then she'd go by herself! She was certain that there would be other men there who would not be so completely oblivious to her feminine charms.

Susan was so engrossed in her own self-pity that she didn't realize that the door had opened and that she was no longer alone in the huge black leather office.

"What a pleasant surprise," said the deep, husky and very masculine voice.

Snapped out of her daydreams, she looked up and stared into the ruggedly handsome face of Tom Carstairs, her husband's partner.

"To what do I owe this delightful visit?" he said, tugging lightly at his dark mustache.

"Hello, Tom." The smile was genuine. She had always liked him.

"What brings you in today?" he asked, leaning against the big walnut desk.

"Oh, we've been invited to a party tonight and I needed a dress to wear. I thought John and I might have lunch together, but he's too busy. Doesn't look like he'll even have time to make it to the party," she sighed.

Tom frowned. "What's wrong, Sue? Something's bothering you. Don't deny it. I can tell."

She shrugged. "Oh, a lot of things you know. It's just well I wish John was a little more interested in me. I buy a new dress and he's so wrapped up in his own business affairs that he doesn't even take the time to look at it. You know how it goes."

"I have a cardinal rule. Every time Betty buys something new, I tell her how terrific it is. Keeps her happy and when she's happy, I usually end up very much the same."

"It's a good rule. I wish John would follow it."

"That old stick in the mud," joked Tom. "All that man ever wants to talk about is business. God, there is a hell of a lot more to life than business!"

"Don't I know it."

Tom's face softened. She could see the kindness glowing in his dark eyes. "I'd like to see your dress, Sue." He stifled her protest. "No, I mean it. I really would. Please."

She felt strangely warmed inside by his simple act of kindness. "Okay. Then, I'll show it to you." Her fingers fumbled with the box. She suddenly felt very awkward and clumsy.

"I have to warn you, I can't tell much just by looking at clothing. Betty usually models it for me. My claim is that you never know how something will look until you see it on the person."

Susan stood up. "All, right. I'll model it for you."

With a wry grin, he turned his back to her and looked out the window.

Susan slipped off her clothes quickly and slid the clinging white sheath over her head. It hugged at her curves and she knew her nipples were plainly visible against the press of the thin fabric. Her mounded tits were swelling over the low V neck.

"You can turn around, now." Her voice surprised her. It came out in almost a whisper.

Tom turned around and stared at her. She felt his eyes roam up and down her body, feasting on her obvious beauty. He whistled low.

"Very nice. Very, very nice."

Susan felt the dampness grow in her loins. She couldn't control herself. Suddenly, she no longer cared to even try.

"I'm glad someone appreciates what I still have."

She watched as he walked toward her. She felt her dark nipples swell and stiffen, shoving against the thin material. She knew that he could not take his eyes from them, the dark circles glowing beneath the white dress.

Tom stood in front of her. She could feel the heat from his body. "With your dark hair, white is an excellent contrasting color for you."

"Thank you, Tom." She knew it was a coy answer.

He licked his lips. "I imagine you'd look delightful even without the dress."

"You'll never know," she whispered, "unless you take it off, will you?" She couldn't stop herself now. She suddenly felt as though her life had become a giant snowball, rolling out of control down a steep hill, gaining momentum with each turn.

He slipped the dress from her body, his eyes feasting on her naked beauty. The mounds of her tits were heaving as she sucked air into her lungs.

His lips pressed against hers and she let herself go in his strong arms as they crushed her naked flesh against his own body. His hands slid down her bare back and cupped the rounded cheeks of her ass, pulling her tighter against him. She felt like melting.

Susan tingled as his warm lips pressed against her white tits, running over her mounded flesh until they found her hard, erect nipple. Tom sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue racing in tiny circles around the darkly colored flesh. His tongue darted against her swollen tit tip, sending shudders coursing through her body, her pussy flowing with her own juices.

He lifted her feet from the floor, his mouth never losing contact with her warm nipple. Tom carried her to the large black leather couch and laid her naked body on it gently.

She looked at him while he stripped off his own clothes smiling to herself when his large prick popped into view.

He knelt above her body and kissed her on her cunt, his tongue snaking out against her already foaming pussy.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Eat my pussy. Tom. Please. Eat me."

He was anxious to obey. His tongue shoved its way into her delicious cunt and she felt the fires beginning to rage within her cunt as his tongue stroked and licked its way up and down her pussy gash.

His hands busied themselves with her tits, pinching and kneading the soft flesh and brushing against her erect nipples. Every touch sent new streams of life racing through her flesh. She shivered as his tongue darted across her clit, spasms of pleasure spiraling through her tiny bud.

Her cunt was on fire. His tongue scooped up the flecks of foaming pussy juice from her pink cunt lips, his mouth sucking her clit, gobbling up her supply of cream as it poured from her, bubbling and rich.

"Ooooohhhhh," moaned Susan as his tongue whipped at her pussy, making her body shiver with more delights. He lapped at her cunt, driving her mad with the lust that filled her loins.

His mouth engulfed her creamy pussy draining the juice from her cunt and letting it slide thick and foaming down his throat. Tom's tongue plunged into her cunt slot and circled around and inside her cunt walls, lashing her tortured flesh and drawing from her pussy gash the sweet honey-nectar.

She pounded her ass against the couch, forcing her pussy against his face and smearing his lips and chin with her juices. Climaxes ran through her pussy as his tongue fucked in and out of her cunt. His touch was a fiery torch blazing inside her body and her mind reeled from the sensual delights that flowed in a never-ending tide from her pussy, swelling as they spread through her throbbing cunt and into her hungry belly. The sensations burned into her tits, exploding from her nipples with a surge of electrical energy that was too great for her body to contain.

"Oooohhhhh, God. Eat my pussy."

Her cunt juices poured like a river into Tom's throat. He drank greedily, sucking each drop from her pussy, his tongue relentless as it slipped in and out of her pussy slot. He was stroking her inner cunt walls, his lips sucking the fluids from her pussy, her cunt lips swollen and aching, with the desires that she would never admit to herself before today.

"Fuck me Tom, oh, please. Fuck me!" she begged, forcing his lips and tongue even tighter against her creamy cunt. Her body was wild with desire. Blackness swirled around and around in her brain. Nothing else mattered now except the big prick jammed in her pussy.

Tom swung his body onto the couch above hers, his cock stiff and erect, already oozing pearls of cum from his fat knob. His prick locked too good to be true to her hungry body.

She grabbed it with her hands and rubbed his prick knob up and down her cunt slit, spreading her pussy lips spat and smearing her cream over his cock head. She tapped his prick against her stomach sawing another wave of sparks to shoot though her loins.

She stirred his cock head around in her foamy pussy gash as if it were a spoon in a cup of coffee. The touch of his hot, hard cock flesh against her flowering cunt lips rippled her flesh with spasms of joy.

She moved his steaming cock knob to her ovaled cunt opening, letting his hot flesh – hard and hungry – rest against her pussy slot. She then rubbed his cock knob with her cunt juice-soaked pussy gash.

"Stick it in me, Tom," cried Susan. "Oh, please, fuck me with your cock. Shove it in my pussy!"

He rammed his cock head into her foaming, bubbling cunt. In one long, swift motion, he plunged his rock-hard prick shaft into the depths of her pussy. She grunted as his hard cock knob struck home, deep inside her creamy cunt tunnel. Her cunt lips spread themselves around his cock and she sucked him deeper into her pussy. Her muscles contracted around his cock shaft, squeezing and holding him tightly locked inside her cunt as she jerked herself off against the hardness of his prick.

Susan moaned her pleasures as she hugged his naked flesh to her body. Her pussy fired off against the feel of his hard cock jammed into her slippery cunt.

Gently Tom began to withdraw, sliding his cock back out of her pussy. She clung to his prick shaft with her cunt lips, enjoying every smooth slide of his hot flesh against her own pink pussy. Only his saucer-shaped cock heed remained buried inside the folds of her pussy and he held himself there, wiggling his ass and letting his knob fan the flames that ate at her pussy.

He plunged his prick back into her cunt in one swift, smooth stroke. She moaned at the delightful sensation of his thick cock shaft plowing into the very limits of her pussy.

Tom fucked her with his long strokes, diving through the creamy juices that swirled around his prick and plunging in and out with rapid, even strokes. Every scrape of his prick stalk against her pussy lips sent new waves of fire screaming through her loins.

"Fuck me, Tom. Oh, fuck me!"

In and out his prick sliced between her cunt lips. He pounded into her pussy until his cock hit home and then withdrew it, his prick coated with her cream. Then he shoved his prick back into her, wetly lashing into her cockstuffed cunt.

Susan pounded her round, firm ass against the leather couch, thrusting her pussy upward toward Tom's driving strokes. His balls slapped against her as his cock fucked her cunt like it hadn't been fucked in years.

His prick forced her closer and closer, lashing at her flesh until she neared a peak higher than she had ever reached before. Then she felt his body stiffen above her.

"Come, Tom," she screamed in his ear. "Come inside me. Cream my pussy!"

His cock exploded in her. He gushed his spunk into her cunt slot, filling her pussy with a raging torrent of hot jism that sprayed and bounced around the walls of her cunt.

The explosion inside her pussy was more than enough to shove her body over the top. Her cunt exploded in a loin-shattering explosion that burst inside her pussy and sent a tidal wave of release rolling into her clit. It showered her body with electrical charges that fired off, one after the other, too fast and numerous to count, sending lightning bolts surging through her clit.

Her tits were alive and throbbing and shivers ran up and down her spine as his hot cock continued to spew his cum into the darkness of her pussy. Her naked flesh shuddered and trembled as her orgasm pounded at her body, spasms rippling across her bare skin. Her pussy was caught in a wall of flames as firecrackers shot off in her cunt and the darkness of delight swarmed over her brain, shutting out everything except the delicious pleasure of her climax that beat like a hammer inside her cunt.

Her hips held themselves away from the couch as she forced her cunt slot tighter and tighter against his throbbing prick. His cock shot out the last drops of his pearly cum into her already flooded pussy, drowning her cunt juices in an ocean of jism. Together their juices overfilled her pussy and oozed out around his thick prick shaft, dripping like rich, creamy foam onto her leg and the leather cushions of the couch.

Every time Susan thought her body had completed its climax, another sharp jolt seized her and ran through her cunt, pounding again at her flesh. New spasms racked her body with their intensity.

Susan clung to Tom, afraid to let him go, afraid to lose the magical moment that struck lightning into her starving clit, making the time stand still. Her flesh pressed to his, her body jerking and twitching as the next wave of her orgasm tore into her pussy. Her juices ran like a river, pouring from her cunt tunnel and washing down bubbling cunt slot as he eased his softening cock from her hungry cunt.

She felt his prick soften inside the warmth of her pussy tunnel and then slowly ease from her flooded cunt. Her cunt lips held tightly to his cock as it slipped from her pussy gash, his cum draining from her overfilled pussy.

Tom straddled her body, looking down at her peaceful, contented face. "That was wonderful beautiful lady."

Susan smiled her own appreciation back to him. "Come here." She tugged at his lean hairy thighs. "I want to suck your cock."

He didn't need a second invitation. He moved forward, straddling her torso, his half-hard prick swaying gently as he moved toward her face. She licked her lips hungrily, anxious for a taste of his cock meat.

She stuck her tongue out, flicking it against his saucer-shaped cock head, licking away the mingled juices from their bodies that still gleamed there. She polished his prick knob with her tongue, leaving a thin film of saliva behind.

Susan pressed her lips against his cockshaft and slowly sucked and licked her way to the bottom of his long prick and then back up to his cockhead once more.

Up and down his prick she worked, kissing and sucking and licking until all traces of their cream had been removed from his thick stalk. Her tongue traced the thick vein that lay hidden just below the surface of his skin. She lapped at the tender underside of his cock where the shaft and head joined together, delighting in the soft moans that escaped his lips while his prick became swollen and stiff from the loving care her lips and tongue lavished on it.

She kissed the head of his cock, her tongue probing into the tiny opening and twirling about, urging the cum up from his giant, balls. As she cupped his nuts in the palms of her hands, rolling them about, she delighted in the feel of them sliding about in his sac.

Her mouth opened and she slowly sucked his prick knob into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to admit the fatness of his cock. She held his knob in her mouth and suckled it, her tongue bathing it in a fresh coat of saliva.

Tom's hips thrust forward and he slipped his cock shaft deeper into her mouth. She opened as wide as she could to admit his big prick. She felt it sliding past her lips, plunging deeper and deeper into her gullet. His fat cock head pressed into her throat, filling her mouth with his raw meat. His prick was hot against her tongue, cramming her full, his prick head easing its way down into her throat where no man's cock had ever been before.

She found it hard to breathe. Her mouth was jammed fun of his cock, so full she found it.

Then, slowly, he began his withdrawal, his prick sliding back out from between her lips, giving her breathing room. Her cheeks were drawn inward as she sucked his warm cock. Her tongue briefly licking at his stalk, twirling around it. Her ears heard the suckling sounds her mouth made against his prick, pulling the jism from his nuts.

Tom pumped his cock in and out of her mouth just as he had fucked her pussy only a few moments earlier. Susan felt her clit throbbing with desire, her entire cunt pulsing with the pounding of her blood as he fucked her mouth. She suckled greedily at his cock shaft, her body tingling with rampaging fires as his hot cock slid in and out between her lips, driving her pussy to a frenzy of desire.

She knew at that moment, she had to soon try fucking with more than one man. She yearned for the feel of a cock everywhere in her mouth, her ass, her cunt. No one prick would be enough to quench the fire that consumed her body now.

Tom's prick whipped in and out of her mouth. She sucked at it with a fury, her body unable to wait for a taste of his jism. Her belly cried for satisfaction. She lashed his cock stalk with her tongue, her lips fastened about his shaft, pulling his cum out of his cock head in tiny pearl-drops. She rolled his jism about her mouth before she swallowed it down to ease the fires that raged in her pussy.

She felt his cock expand and stiffen between her lips, swelling to fill her mouth. He groaned as his climax rose up in his balls and spread through his too hard prick shaft.

He pounded his cock in and out of her mouth, faster and faster, driving into the depths of her throat. She sucked furiously at his prick. She would have cried out in sheer joy if her mouth hadn't been so full of his cock.

Tom's hips drove his prick forward, cramming it into her gullet. And then he blew his wad down her throat, a river of cum flowing wet and warm down to her aching, starving belly.

Her mouth filled with scalding hot jism, sticky, foamy cream that, splashed about inside her mouth. She gulped rapidly, unable to bear the thought of losing so much as a single droplet of his creamy seed. She drank her fill of his spunk, sucking at his prick to drain him of every bit of cum his balls possessed.

She drank him dry. Then he flooded her mouth again and again with his cum and she swallowed, washing it around in her mouth, letting it pour in a flood down her eager throat.

The taste of his cum in her mouth let loose the dam of tensions in her curt again and she was overcome by the flames that ate her pussy, devoured her. Her cunt juices flowed as her ass pounded against the soft leather and she fired herself off, over and over, spasms raking her body.

Fits of shuddering raced through sex as his cock fed her the drops of pearls from his powerful cock shaft. Her cunt flamed as lightening bolts tore through it super-charging her entire pussy.

Her body came to a shattering climax as he fired the last of his spunk into her mouth. His cum slid, gracefully and slowly, down her throat and into her waiting belly.

Susan licked his prick clean again, scooping up the last remains of his jism with her tongue and gobbling them down hurriedly, afraid to miss even the smallest trace of his delicious cum. His cock was done for the time being. It hung drooping limply between his legs, no longer capable of bringing unknown delights and pleasures to the beautiful woman stretched out so contentedly on her husband's office couch.

Susan was slipping on her shoes when the idea occurred to her. "Why don't you come to this party tonight? I think you'll really enjoy it. Betty, too, if you think she's into this sort of thing."

"You really believe it will be worthwhile?"

"I'll be there," she answered, knowing she had given him another too-coy reply.

"That's enough to get me there."

She straightened up. "Betty?"

Tom chuckled. "Probably, if she knows you're going to be there and available."

The surprise registered in Susan's voice. "Me?" Tom stepped close to her, his hand fondling her tit through the thin material of her blouse. She could feel her nipple stiffen at his touch.

"Betty likes women almost as much as she likes men. And she's had the hots for your body almost as long as I have. She's full of wonderful tricks." Susan sensed her body reacting to his words. It heated her cunt to think of Betty going down on her, her pink tongue lapping at her pussy. This was going to better than she had hoped for. She felt the cunt juices draining from her slot and trickling onto her leg.

"Tell Betty I'm looking forward to seeing her tonight."

Tom kissed her on the mouth, their lips parting, searching with their tongues, the electricity building between them again.

"I'll tell her," he said.

"My place. About eight."

He pinched her playfully. "We'll be there."