Paula Cash
Lap lessons

CHAPTER ONE

The girl stood straight as an arrow and trembling before the Personnel Director of the large corporation in his luxurious private office. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse while her soft, weak mouth quivered, and tears formed in her eyes.

"I didn't expect this," she quavered.

He threw her blouse back over smooth, young shoulders.

"What did you expect? This is New York, not the middle of Iowa. A dozen girls want this job in Personnel. Some are better looking than you."

He didn't tell her that none exuded the sexuality of this girl. She was good-looking enough, but there was something extremely vulnerable about her, her soft skin, the way her clothes clung to her rounded body, the haunted apprehensive look in her eyes as if she expected strong male hands to seize her any moment. Her stance, her walk, her awareness of her silken, feminine body told the world she was a creature of rare sexuality and knew it. She probably hated it, but there it was.

Sydney Martin ran his hands down the slope of her nude back, the sweep only broken by her thin bra strap. He ran his hands up the front of her torso, smooth, velvety, warm. He had to catch his breath. She was as luscious as hot maple syrup from his native Vermont.

The girl looked white-faced, almost sick.

"I don't think I want a job where I have to do – things like this," she wailed.

"Then you can't have the job," he said shortly. He stepped back, still breathing heavily.

It was the same old problem for him. Sydney Martin couldn't get laid in a whore house, people said. He was a high-powered executive, but lacked the personal touch with women. Worse, his wife had left him a few days before and he was high with a throbbing need for sex.

The girl fumbled ineffectually with her opened blouse.

"Can't we talk – figure out something, please?"

She needed this job desperately. She'd been harassed and eventually fucked, or fought off attempts, in her last three jobs. She just wasn't up to coping with New York wolves. Coming from a small town in Pennsylvania, where everything was staid and proper, she was much too soft, slow, desirous to please.

"I just want you to be a little friendly!" cried Sydney in agony.

"If you didn't – didn't want too much…" she ventured.

He wanted it all. Everybody in the whole frigging corporation was getting it all. The other executives were laying secretaries, chasing girl accountants, and fucking the brains out of the messenger girls in the huge Domino Corporation skyscraper. Reports filtered into Personnel from the fourth to the eightieth floor of sex activities. Rumors, whispers, and even outright complaints, mostly from the girls, inundated his office. And he, Sydney Martin, couldn't make it.

Today was the last straw. A glorious vision of femininity had appeared in the board room to instruct the top men of Domino on the use of their new computer. At the morning lecture Sydney had gone almost out of his mind, sitting there and staring at the young woman sent by the computer company. She wore some kind of a silver jumpsuit that encased a body of fabulous proportions. Her platinum blonde hair, green eyes and beautiful face transfixed the whole room. The other men were entranced. Sydney Martin was crazed. Leaving that lecture, he swore to himself he was going to get some of the rich sex floating around Domino or be thrown in jail. Then late in the afternoon this girl, Leaf, with her good looks and obvious sexuality, showed up for an interview.

Obviously he could never make it with a hotshot like the computer girl in the silver jumpsuit, but Leaf was a different matter.

This time he wasn't going to be put off. He stepped up to Leaf and undid her bra. She stood there trembling with her eyes closed. He thrilled with his triumph. Once again he caressed her soft flesh and this time undid her bra. His cock became hard as he pulled the bra aside. The kid was not going to scream or fight him or run out of the office. It was a shame to use his power like this, but he had to have girl meat!

"Just a l-little loving," he mumbled. "WE don't have to tear up the carpets. Ahhhhh."

He ran his hands up the smooth torso and cupped the first naked breasts he'd touched that didn't belong to his wife. Fiery rushes of pleasure seized him. Leaf's breasts were good – nothing like those marvels of the computer girl – but meaty, well-shaped and sexy. She gasped as those hot hands sought her ivory lovelies. Mr. Martin didn't know it, but she couldn't resist when she was fondled by men. Once they started to stroke her, it was as if her body no longer belonged to her. Already his blunt attack on her tits made her cunt swell and flow. She was afraid he would screw her right in his office, right at his desk, and she didn't even have the job yet.

"Mr. Martin – I – I can't allow this. Oh, oh," she sighed.

"You've got to," he snarled, covering his own fear and shock at his own boldness.

Oh, her young tits did feel good! The firm, hot flesh burned into his palms. He began to kiss her around the neck and throat.

"You haven't -even hired me!" she gasped.

"Oh, you'll get the job…"

He dug his mouth on her sensuous mouth, forcing his tongue inside against her futile resistance. They sucked together in the grasp of erotic contact. He scoured her mouth with his tongue, sucking her hot saliva. Her heart pounded. It felt like her breasts were swelling to those hot, kneading hands. He was going to conquer her, take her and use her, she knew, and she moaned her despair. She hated men, and yet her luscious body set them on fire and made them use her against her will. His hands crept down to her buttocks as he forced her unwilling belly to rub his steely erection in his pants. The feel of his pulsating cock made her become wet between her legs. Her slippery little cunt was going to get thoroughly jazzed again. If only she could stop him…

"I'm going to fuck you," he told her, his voice thick with torrid sex desire. It was magnificent to sex up this crazy little piece after the long dry spell. For the first time in weeks he felt magnificent.

Her eyes looked a little dazed now, and her mouth was wet on the outside from his saliva, looking fussed and hard-kissed. The vein in her throat throbbed in sexual excitement.

"No, no I don't want…" she begged, trying to struggle.

Her weak resistance heaped flames on his hot male fires. He bent her torso back and began to eat her nipples, sucking the hard tips into his mouth, crushing them with his tongue, ingesting smooth breast flesh into his mouth. He felt her quiver in hot response.

"Oh, my breasts. I – you – ahhhh," she sighed.

Her taut young belly began to ride on his cock in spite of her protests. She was the most fuckable girl he'd ever touched and it was going to be a wild, hot time reaming out her helpless cunt. She moaned now, her protests swinging toward desire. The little bitch was heated up. He'd hire her all right – and fuck her every day!

There were obscene sounds in the staid, dignified office of his mouth sucking her breasts, the sexy sound of her moans and his soft gasps of pleasure. He dug his hands into her firm buttocks, thrilling. She had ass, she had cunt, and she had tits. She was a luscious little whore who didn't understand her trade, his discovery and his conquest. Maybe he'd even take her home tonight and ream her all night long. After months of wife trouble and celibacy, Sydney had struck paydirt.

His hotline rang, the red telephone from the president's office. At that it flashed three times and she had to tell him…

"You – your red phone – there's a flashing light."

Reluctantly he released the girl.

"Get your ass up here, Martin. You're late."

"Up where – sir?" He was still dizzy with the sex.

"The computer lecture, you dumb bell. You've got a big stake in our new computer. I'm paying a fortune to have this woman expert lecture you men twice a day so we can use it."

Sydney had completely forgotten about the evening lecture.

"Oh, yes, sir. I – I – just have a few more minutes work here…"

"Now, Syd, Goddamit! The lecture's started. I want your ass up here in sixty seconds."

The Old Man was like that. He rode you hard. Sydney almost died. He looked at the girl. She was already struggling to put her bra back on.

"You wait for me, honey, right here in my office," he told her. "The president wants me for an hour. I'll be back."

"I don't want the job, Mr. Martin. Forget it," said Leaf. The interruption had allowed her to regain control of her sexed-up body. She went swiftly to the door. "Thanks – thanks for the interview…"

She was going, leaving Sydney aching in frustration and sunk into despair. The one good shot at sex he was likely to have. He'd never interviewed a girl who was so available, even if she didn't know it.

"Wait! Come back…" he begged.

"No, noo…" Her voice faded as she plunged out of his office, still dressing. Well, that didn't matter, everyone was gone for the day. But he was fucked, screwed, shot down in flames. As usual, Sydney Martin had been cheated out of sex, even when his cock was practically in the girl's cunt. He wanted to weep, but instead cursed viciously as he went up to the board room and the computer lecture…

Once in the boardroom with the other executives, Sydney found that his punishment was severe. It was not at the hands of the Old Man, who merely glared at him. It was in having to sit right up front, the only vacant chair left, a few feet away from the most luscious female he'd ever seen in New York. His nervous system was high with erotic desire. His cock had softened only slightly on the ride up the elevator. Now it came back to full erection as he sat only a few feet away from the computer tutor in the silver jumpsuit. He groaned silently as he grabbed papers to cover the bump in his pants and tried to keep his eyes off the fantastic sex package in front of him.

It was no use. Crystal Locke, the computer expert, had certainly been built for other purposes than discussing brain machines. She had long, platinum blonde hair. She had a long, elegant body with a symphony of curves. Her skin had a delicate ivory translucence. Her well-shaped face belonged in a fashion magazine, with a high forehead, entrancing cheek hollows, luminous green eyes, clear and direct, a small nose and a curving mouth that magnetized his lips with frenzied desire to kiss her.

Her jumpsuit looked like satin, although it was actually a crepe de chine, which was more form-fitting while just as glossy. The blouse opened in a deep V that went almost to her waist. Her breasts were near-melon size, exquisitely full – and fully half of each one tried to burst out of the V neck. Only a slim half bra protected the underside of those incredible globes and her nipples. As she moved, it looked like one of her pink nipples was going to jump into full view as her twins jiggled in the fervor of her lecture. All the men in the room kept watching those elegant beauties.

The cloth of that svelte suit pressed a flat belly and graceful thighs, and suggested that her unclad figure was a heart-stopper for any male.

Sydney's eyes fixed on her nubile, moving body, and especially on her breasts. Her words, emerging in smooth, syrupy tones, went inside his head and dropped to oblivion.

"Magnetic core memory – five bit words – input-output hardware – intermediate retrieval – nanosecond access – VTR visual displays – hi-speed paper tapes – logic ladders – near-infinite storage – unitized components for fast repair – self-correcting trouble scans…"

The Domino Corporation had tired of its older computers and the high costs of buying out computer services. This time it had gone all the way and bought one of the newest and best computers in the world – the Avery-Cascade 1100. It had taken months to install and now it had a whole floor of its own in the Domino skyscraper. Now it was time for the various department heads to put it to work, and Crystal Locke was there telling them what it could do.

It seemed to Sydney Martin it could do everything in the world – except relieve his aching hard-on. The gorgeous female could do that, but he knew that a fantastic woman of quality like Crystal was far beyond his reach. She wore a ring and was probably married to a brain surgeon or a young, hotshot Wall Street millionaire. And he had to sit there three feet from her, hard as a rock, and suffer.

Now he deeply regretted his dalliance with Leaf in his office. She'd left him so high and hot that he couldn't take in a word of the lecture while his erotic desires were teased unmercifully.

Sydney became aware that he was not the only one entranced more by the girl than the lecture. As she moved between the blackboard, her notes on the desk and her demonstration miniature of the A-C 1100, every eye among the seven men in the room fixed on her bosom. Even the Old Man burned his gimlet eyes on that succulent white flesh. Her movements were vigorous, and at some point one or both of her nipples had to pop out of her half bra!

"Did you have a question, sir?" came that smooth voice.

Crystal stepped forward and leaned over. Those fabulous breasts seemed to come right up to Sydney's face as he sat out in front of the others. He felt dizzy and his cock stretched even harder in his pants. Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the firm globes and found himself staring into bright green eyes so big he felt he would tip forward and fall into them forever. Then her eyes lowered and he knew she saw his hard-on in his pants, his covering papers having shifted. He blushed a fiery red.

"Martin, the lady asked you a question!" thundered the president.

"Those breasts – so white and…" Sydney rattled out in a loud voice – startled from his reverie. Then, as the room rocked with shocked laughter, he tried to correct himself. "I mean the rest of the white area – up there…" It was no use. Everyone in the room knew where his mind had actually been.

Crystal laughed good-naturedly with the rest of the executives.

"I think I've thrown enough detail at you gentlemen for one day," she said easily. "The 1100 will automate your payroll, personnel records, inventories, billings, collections, technical data, reports from the field, and just about anything else you want to dump into its incredible memory. Fast access output hardware brings the information to your desks instantaneously, and…" she smiled at the president – "you may even have enough computer time left over to sell to outside companies and reduce the cost of buying it. Gentlemen, I thank you."

She made a slight bow and at that moment the golden accident occurred. Her left breast jiggled and her big, pink nipple popped right out of the half bra into plain view. An electric shock surged through the men. For two precious seconds they were able to gaze at the bold, pink glory of her femininity. It was Crystal Locke's turn to blush, look confused, and quickly ease her sexy pink tip back into its tight case. An enormous sigh went around the room. What they'd waited for all during the lecture had finally happened!

Sydney Martin got out of the room as fast as he could. He'd managed to stay hard all the time he'd been there, and he badly wanted to end the agony. Behind him, the men clustered about the white-haired young woman, and he guessed that she'd get more than one direct or indirect invitation to drinks and dinner. Not every man in Domino had a sex thing going, but sometimes it seemed like it. The president himself, so it was rumored – oh, the hell with it.

Back in his lonely office, Sydney crumpled behind his desk and put his head into his arms. The other girl was gone, of course, long gone. It served him right for being so rough on the poor kid. His only defense was his gnawing need for sex – but it was adequate punishment to have had to sit in front of the silken Crystal and suffer. There was nothing ahead of him for tonight, or any other night, except a plastic dinner at a fast food place and an empty evening in his big apartment, with his wife and kids gone.

Oh, sure, there were plenty of prostitutes in New York, but that kind of love had never appealed to him.

There was a soft knock on his door.

"Come in," said Sydney without curiosity. It was late. One of the cleaning women was due.

The door opened – and Crystal Locke came in – alone. She carried a small briefcase in one hand. Sydney stared at her in surprise and awe. She marched across his rug to his desk, it seemed like a mile, that silken beauty getting closer and closer, her breasts jiggling and a big smile on her face. Those green eyes shone like lamps.

Sydney jumped to his feet.

"U-uh-did you want to see me?"

"I sure did, Mr. Martin," she said.

She laid her briefcase carefully on his desk. Then she came around the desk to stand close to him. Her body in that gorgeous, soft and glittering jumpsuit held his eyes, and now he felt her body heat as she stood next to him. He also smelled her fragrance.

"I seem to have created a disturbance in your groin," she said with a smile.

His cock had already started to harden again in his pants as he watched her walk across the thick carpet. As she stood beside him, his desires, smoldering from before, began to burst into flame.

"I – you noticed that?" he squeaked.

She took his hand.

"You sit on the desk, I'll take your chair," she said.

Puzzled, excited and delighted, he obediently rose and sat on the edge of his big desk facing her, while she eased into his swivel chair. She reached forward and undid his zipper. Warm, elegant fingers dipped inside of his shorts to bring forth his cock. He just sat there, paralyzed with surprise and joy.

His swollen sex meat stiffened immediately, thickening, growing, straining as she gently joggled it with her soft hand, smiling up into his face. He went dizzy with delight and desire, staring down on this luscious beauty he'd thought was miles beyond his reach. There was the beautiful face with those fabulous eyes and soft cheeks, the long platinum blonde hair, the magnificent tits straining to get out of her half bra. Glittering in silver as she sat in his dark swivel chair, she seemed like a vision from another planet.

"In each firm that I teach executives, I make one special friend," she explained.

"You – chose me?" he squeaked.

Her answer was to lean forward and suck his hard cock into her sensuous mouth, past snake-curving lips. With a shock of huge joy, he felt the heat of her mouth, the sexy wetness and the tight pressure of her cocksuck. He thrilled up and down his backbone, from his feet to his head.

"You can see I chose you, Mr. Martin – Sydney," she said softly.

He wanted to ask why, blurting out a long string of questions. He also wanted to get his prick thoroughly and deliciously sucked as she was doing and was afraid to say or do anything that would break the spell.

"I – I – guess my hard-on t-told you I was interested," he said.

"It helped."

She didn't tell him he was the only possible choice among the Domino executives. Crystal Locke was an extremely intelligent young woman for her twenty-nine years, and a large part of that intellect believed in letting her body take over in personal matters. Her cunt had practically creamed on the first day that she saw Sydney. Her body told her that this was the prick she had to have, so she was delighted to discover that Sydney had home problems and that his wife had left him, information she got from discreet inquiries. It was a shame that he had personal problems, but it fit into her desire to befriend him.

His cock was slightly larger than average, and just now she had given it the maximum hard-on. Big purple veins fed hot blood into the muscular tissue, locking it so hard that it quivered. Paper thin skin moved sexily over the rigid muscle. The mushroom head of his stabber was a light purple from congested desire. There were a few gray hairs in his pubic thatch. His round, tight balls were smooth with congestion, a boiling male reservoir, surging to be plucked.

The result of handling all that hot male sexuality was to turn her on like fury. Despite her big city sophistication, Crystal was an elemental woman. The transfer of that boiling semen through a straining, sexed up cock into her body was the most delicious human act she could think of.

She ran a finger up his shaft and rimmed the fluted edge with a wet, pink tongue. Sydney cried softly in pleasure and his big root throbbed.

"Why did your wife leave you, Sydney?"

"She – I – we – it was a Women's Lib thing," he said.

"She wanted lots of – uh – cunnilingus and it took me an hour to get her off. Then we could have sex, but in an hour of sucking her box, I got irritable."

She released his cock and stood up. She undid her blouse. It came off white, smooth shoulders to reveal her magnificent torso and those incredible breasts, restrained now only by the half bra. The delights went on. She slid out of her pants, revealing a tight V, clutched by bikini panties, and exquisite thighs and ankles. He almost came just looking at all the gorgeous nudity.

"Could you suck me, Sydney?"

"Anything – anything…" he murmured.

They changed positions, he sitting in his chair, she sitting on the edge of the desk facing him, legs spread. She slipped out of her panties. With a cry of eagerness, he plunged his head forward to burrow his tongue into the innocent pink cunt surrounded by the glossy platinum pubic hairs. He felt he could suck this sex Goddess for a century.

His wife had trained him, no question. That expert tongue reaming into Crystal's hot, sensitive channel, almost took the top of her head off. Her clitoris seemed to leap up to find his sliding wet tongue.

"Ahhhh, ooohhhh," she gasped, as she gripped his head in utter delight.

She strained up against his face, running her hands through his thick, curly hair. Except in his job, Sydney was a bumbler, an innocent. She needed an innocent, hard-pricked man! They were precious gems, few and far in between, capable of turning her into a gibbering idiot. Massive thrills tore through her belly, making all her pleasure nerves sing.

"Uh, Uh, Uh," she sighed as she worked off three or four luscious undulations on his mouth and tongue. She was already white hot. She locked her soft thighs tight around his head and experienced deep belly thrills that almost made her faint.

But she wanted much more than tonguing from him. Reluctantly she pulled his head up and made him stand up as she slid off the desk. She undid her bra. Her large, taut breasts fell free, jiggling from tension.

He needed no special invitation. His eyes grew big, his heart pumped fast, as he faced those fantastic girl globes, free and naked. With a cry of triumph he went for them, kneading one and sucking the flint-hard nipple of the other.

Her body went back and she had to gasp at the rocking thrills of joy she got from the attack on those sensitive sex parts.

"Oh, Sydney. Great hev-vens! My tits – on f-f-fire!" she cried.

They clung in passionate lock, her hand jogging his prick, his mouth and hands using her breasts with furious hunger. His cock throbbed dangerously while her cunt creamed with ecstatic new honies.

As the first thrill died, she took his hand and led him around the desk.

"You – your rug looks thick, soft, inviting," she said.

Excited and very high, but puzzled, he followed her. She was kind of strange, giving him only a few sucks of his cock, then taking only a few reams of his tongue, and finally accepting only a brief period of breast love. In fact, if his hard cock and tortured desire had not binded him, he would've been asking all sorts of questions. All he could think of, instead, was "We're going to do it!"

"Right here – on the rug?" he asked as she stopped in the middle of the floor.

"Right here on the rug," she said. She went down gracefully, arranging herself, nude and supple at his feet.

He stripped down rapidly. "The door…"

"I've already locked it."

"The cleaning women…"

"I stopped at your secretary's desk, printed a sign, put it on the door. Do not disturb."

He sank to his knees, staring at his feast in wonder.

"You," he said, "are the most fantastic woman I ever met."

"No, Sydney," she said. "You are the most underrated man in Domino, but you can come into your own if you want."

All he wanted in the entire world right now was to sink his prick up her delectable fuck channel. She spread her legs and arched her belly, and he went sliding into her saddle. His prick notched the opening of her cunt. He closed his eyes, still not believing that all these wonders had actually happened. He shoved. It was absolute heaven. His eager prick violated a tight, pink cunt and slid into her sex chamber, riding on sweet girl oils. He surged deep into her body, his cock thrilled by her interior body heat, the tight grip of her sex organ, and her quivers of being taken.

"Ohhh, Sydney," she cried.

"Innn – cred – ibulll," he sang in rapture.

Sydney looked down on her white, naked body and got the most exquisite thrill of his entire sex life. This fabulous beauty felt his prick, relished his prick, was taken by his prick – and she loved it. He'd never had such an elegant woman, but she seemed just as love-struck by him as he was by her. There was a sheen of moisture on her face and body. Her sex blush of excitement went clear down to those smooth, rounded shoulders. Her nipples locked tight for him and her loins moved in avid hunger for his restless cock. Her beautiful face looked dazed, contented, happy, expressing the enslavement of her luscious sexiness to his cock.

"Ah, Crystal, never-never – so fabulous – oh, baby, I love it!" he cried, beginning to drill her in full male confidence and ecstasy.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she whispered. "I want it deep and hard…"

Crystal wanted to weep in her relief and joy at having this sex. Despite her beauty and obvious sexuality it was almost impossible for her to fulfill the deep needs of her erotic nature with most of the men she'd met in New York. The executives she worked with, the younger ones, were slick, hard and self-involved. Their cocks used cunts like Kleenex, to be spurted into once and discarded.

For her there was also a deeper, greater danger – the gray sordid walls of some prison, eternally waiting for her in the shadows. Her work for A-C 1100 could save her – but any one of the fast talking, quick thinking executives that she moved among could also penetrate her secret and destroy her.

Sydney was safe. Sydney was open, innocent, lust-crazed manhood. His cock, furiously stroking her to hot heaven, was twice as precious as that of his wolf-like president, who'd also made passes, or the other executives of Domino.

She'd realized that she must act fast and give herself totally if she were to enjoy Sydney Martin as her lover.

Now she gave herself up to the pure ecstasy of the lovemaking. She shifted under him to receive the hot drive of his piercing manhood in this blissful pocket of time when she was loved and SAFE!

Eyes glazed with the sweetness of the friction in her cunt, Sydney came forward to suckle once more on her magnificent breasts. She felt his eagerness and wonder at enjoying her beauties and the thrills that rushed down her body added flames to her fires that already burned so hotly.

"You are – soooo built!" he gasped between sucks.

"Eat them, Sydney. Take them – they're yours. Oh, oh, oh."

Riding on his fabulous hunger, she sank into the miracle of the sex world, luscious female giving her all, opening her intimate body passage and her soul to the taking by the male. Soft thigh muscles strained as she worked her belly against his maddening, determined cock strokes. Her buttocks tensed and she gasped and grunted at the fierce ardor that drove her toward her own bitch madness.

"Oh, you're fucking me sooo good," she cried. "I feel it – deep – driving me crazeee."

"Uh, Uh, Uh."

He felt her yielding to him and his plunging cock, and that inspired him to ream her faster. She cried out in wild lust, joy beginning to rock and whine in her sweet bitch distress.

"Fucked. Fucked," she cried in wonder.

All through her body the power of the sex organized her, opened her, whipped her to plunging fury to suck that cock deep into her body and milk it. She quivered and twisted – and then she glided upward in the overpowering ecstasy of orgasm.

"Sydney – it's cummiiiiiing!" she cried.

She had paid him the last and the greatest compliment. Her divine body had succumbed to his prick before it had harvested his own hot-sealed sex reservoir.

Maddened with pleasure, she surged up against him and locked in the exquisite stillness of pre-orgasmic pleasure, going faint as her body processes raped her of all voluntary motions.

At this climactic moment, Sydney released her breasts and plunged his mouth on hers, jamming his tongue into hers, demanding more penetration into her taken body.

She whined in ecstasy and gave up her full womanhood. Throb, throb, throb. Her gigantic cunt squeezes let him feel the most fantastic orgasm he'd ever sensed in a woman. Her slick tunnel pulsed tightly on his prick, not only a token of her complete surrender, but an added joy to his reaming cock. It was enough to blast him right out in space.

"Ahhhhh, oohhhh!" he went.

There could be no long freeze for him – he'd been in a high state of desire too long. He felt a luscious moment of locking and then he overrode her throbbing cunt with his gushes.

"Take it. I'm spurtiiiing!" he told her.

Thrilled shots of liquid male jissum burned into her belly. Sydney twisted and grunted in relief as, at last, he speed forth his frustrated desires, seeding the belly of the most luscious-looking female he'd ever met. As he shot sperm, she contracted in her own hot orgasm of pleasure, the two of them tight-locked and groaning in magnificent good feeling and relief. He went half faint with the wild release of it while she jerked and moaned and sank into euphoria under him in the hottest fuck she'd had in months. The first part of her plan to use Domino had been brilliantly executed.