Authors: Marc J. Riley
“
Christ
,” he thought, “
she’s gorgeous.
” His eyes played across her noticing her tits struggling to remain inside that tight white shirt. The fitted skirt shaped her slender hips into enticing curves. Her blue eyes blazed beneath a tangle of blond curls falling to her shoulders. The anger evident in her heaving shoulders, fists tucked on her hips, and feet widespread, only causing him to want her more.
“You can leave us, Shirley,” he said as his matronly secretary appeared behind the angry young woman. With a nod, Shirley eyed the aggressive stance of the intruding Associate and closed the door, leaving them alone.
“Look,” Emilie started, advancing toward Brice’s desk, feeling his eyes undressing her as she approached. She’d forgotten just what a handsome bastard this son of a bitch was.
Storming up to his office and putting an end to these invisible sexual advances had seemed such a good idea when she started, now she wasn’t so sure. With each step closer, she found her resolve weakening, memories of those gentle, ghostly caresses bringing her such pleasure raged in her mind.
The arousal he’d awakened in her remained alive on her skin. The touch, the tingling, delicious strokes, had stripped her body bare of resistance. She’d nearly cum on the elevator as that mouth had sucked her clit into its invisible maw.
For the last week she’d sought orgasmic release and been denied. Denied by this man and Grimm’s magical intervention, she’d grown increasingly frustrated. His cock had felt so enormously erotic sliding in her mouth. She’d pictured it a thousand times over the last week, each time wanting to touch and taste it once more.
Confused, Emilie stopped inches away from his desk as he sat looking curiously at her. His eyes devoured her. His smile entranced her. She wanted him. He was such a fucking bastard, but she wanted him. So fucking arrogant and cocky, so self-absorbed and oblivious to any one but himself…she wanted him. Wanted to feel his hands take her, feel his mouth on hers, feel his cock inside her.
Denny Brice found himself caught in her spell. For the entire week he’d thought of nothing but Emilie Saucier and her incredible body. Having watched her cum at his mere touch aroused something in him he hadn’t known was missing. She had looked so beautiful writhing in pleasure on the Santa Monica pier, so innocent and helpless as the passion ran through her. It had made his cock respond, certainly, but it also captured his heart. A part of him he’d tried to bury in this profession. He had wanted to call her, talk to her, reach out to her in some way, let her know how he was feeling.
“I’m fucking Denny Brice,” he’d thought, “not some namby-pamby wimp to carry flowers and candy, he took what he wanted.” But he couldn’t rid himself of the thought of her. Now she stood before him, clearly angry with him, clearly hating him.
He was lost in thought until he noticed what Emilie was doing. Her hands went to the hem of her skirt, rucking it up she reached high to her hips under the grey cloth and rolled a pair of black, lace panties down her slender golden thighs.
“You keep using this fucking magic on me,” she challenged, “is it because you’re too much of a wimp and a loser to do it yourself?” With that, she tossed the panties moist with her arousal into Brice’s lap.
Denny lifted the silky material to his face, the scent of her sex sweet and heady as he breathed in. “You’re as much of a bitch as I am a bastard,” he grinned back at her.
“Whatever made you think I wasn’t?” Emilie thrust back at him. Denny quickly rose and circled around his desk, coming to stop in front of her. The top of her head barely reached his chin even in her four-inch heels.
Emilie placed her hands on Denny’s chest and slid them to his shoulders, shucking his suit jacket off. His tie came off next as their eyes remained locked on each other and joined his coat on the floor. Emilie began unbuttoning his shirt and finally ripped it open, popping the few remaining buttons loose, revealing Denny’s muscular chest covered in tightly curled hair snaking down his flat stomach and into his slacks.
Her scarlet painted fingernails trailed down scratching at his pelt and skin. She leaned forward and licked his right nipple sucking it into her mouth and biting it with quick nips.
Denny wanted to flip her over and shove his cock into her right now. But he wanted to make her beg for it too; instead he pushed her back over her protests and loosened her blouse. As he peeled her shirt off, he bra-covered breasts were revealed to him for the first time.
“Magnificent” he adored, touching the curving mounds above the bra’s lacy fringe. Emilie’s breasts stood firm and high, golden skin touched with the finest sparkling down rose and fell as her breath grew deeper. His fingers trailed across her chest as she pulled at his belt.
Tracing circles across her chest his hands glided to her neck and played with the soft hair tumbling down her back. Emilie whimpered at the soft caresses while her hands worked his zipper down.
His pants fell to the ground. Denny toed off his shoes. Reaching down to tear off his socks, Emilie took the opportunity to remove her shirt and undo the clasp on her skirt. It joined his pants on the floor.
“Leave your heels on,” Denny requested.
“Take your boxers off,” Emilie commanded.
“You do it.” He countered.
Emilie slid to her knees, her black garter and matching stockings framing her sex in an erotic tableau. Her hands caressed Denny’s stomach and slid to his waist. Grasping the waistband, she pulled the boxers lower.
Leaning forward, she kissed each inch of flesh on his stomach as his underwear lowered. The thick hair of his manhood tickled her nose as she went. His cock, trapped beneath the material, hung heavy and straining.
With a snap, his prick sprang free, smacking Emilie on the chin with a slap.
She grabbed his cock in her left hand gripping hard, squeezing it tightly, and using her right to pull his boxers completely down.
“Fuck!” Denny exclaimed, “Are trying to geld me?”
“Just letting it know who’s boss,” Emilie replied sweetly, placing Denny’s glans in her mouth and giving it a quick suck before rising to her feet, her hand still holding his tool. She rose on her heels.
His mouth covered hers pressing roughly against her tender plump lips. His tongue pushed her lips apart, stabbing forward, invading the sweet warmth.
Her hands went to his shoulders, pulling him tightly to her as he wrapped her in his arms. His fingers expertly found the clasp of her demi-bra, releasing her tits.
The thick mat of hair on Denny’s chest rasped against Emilie’s pale pink nipples send blood rushing and shivers trembling.
Hungrily their lips devoured each other.
Denny slid his hands down Emilie’s back, cupping the bare cheeks of her tight ass, God, how he wanted that ass. He pulled her into him, his cock rigid and trapped between their bellies. His large hands kneaded the firm globes causing Emilie to moan into his mouth.
Grasping them tightly, Denny lifted, still locked in passionate kisses, and turning, placed Emilie’s ass on his desk.
“Fuck me,” Emilie begged, nipping his lips with her teeth.
“No.” He teased back.
Denny trailed wet lips down Emilie’s neck as she leaned back, one arm propped on the desk. His eyes took in her tits, topped with pale pink nipples the size of pearls, small areola faded into her golden skin.
His lips went lower to her left breast, tongue laving her succulent skin in wet licking strokes.
Emilie’s free hand clutched his hair and pulled him tighter to her chest. Denny explored her gorgeous tits, licking the sensitive underside and tickling the sides with plucking lips.
“Oohh, yeah,” Emilie sighed, “that’s nice. Suck my tits fucker,” she ordered.
Denny obliged, locking his lips around her rigid nipples extending nearly an inch from her tit. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked, drawing the skin away, stretching it tight. Grasping the nubbin in his teeth, he pulled.
“Ahh!” Emilie groaned, as Denny nibbled on the rubbery flesh.
His right hand lowered to her thigh and traced patterns up the smooth skin. Emilie’s labia were thick and hung lewdly from her pussy. Fleshy and soft his fingers explored her cunny, twisting and stretching Emilie’s lips as his mouth sucked and tore at her nipple.
Her cunt grew slick with arousal as Denny’s fingers toyed with her pussy. Sliding his whole hand lower, he cupped her mound and gripped her sex firmly.
His mouth trailed across her chest, leaving wet blazes across her tits as he continued his passionate assault.
“Oh, God!” Emilie suddenly groaned loudly, “What are you doing?” Denny’s grip on her cunt had tightened, grasping her entire cunt in one large hand. He pulled his hand away still holding her fleshy labia, stretching them further and further.
Emilie moaned as he alternated rubbing her pussy and pulling on her labia. The painful stretching battled the erotic strokes leaving her breathing harder and harder.
Her tits ached from his sucking mouth and biting nips. She could feel her cunt spasm each time he yanked her labia to their full length and beyond. The tiny rosebud of her ass twitched each time his teeth dug into her nipples.
Denny, cupping her pussy once more, pried her moist lips apart. His middle finger slid inside the protective shielding and ran lightly up the sensitive inner folds, circling her pussy.
For long minutes Emilie moaned and sighed as Denny ran his fingers all around her sex carefully avoiding her slit and clit, leaving her wanting more.
His mouth trailed down her chest and stomach in hot traces.
Emilie leaned back on both hands now. Denny, releasing her cunt, pried her legs wider apart. His mouth ran along her inner thigh, slowly approaching her joining.
Nearing her pussy, he switched sides and ran his kisses up her other leg stopping shy of Emilie’s wet cunny.
Emilie’s pussy was aching in desire. She needed him, wanted him. She didn’t know if he was using any magic on her now, and she didn’t care, as long as he continued.
Relenting, Denny brought his mouth to her sex. His tongue reached out a licked the flesh of her labia, caressing and teasing the wide folds. Emilie fell down on her elbows, bring her cunt higher, giving Brice greater access.
With long strokes of his tongue, he ran the length of it up, sliding between her netherlips to taste the pungent sweetness of her sex. The tip of his tongue brushed against her swollen clit.
Emilie bucked her hips at the contact as her pussy throbbed in sympathy. One hand went to Denny’s head, grasping his hair, pulling him tight to her sex.
Taking the hint, Denny slid his tongue into her slit, penetrating her as deeply as he could. Her juices flowing into his mouth, he ran his tongue around the rim of Emilie’s opening. Emilie moaned and pulled him tighter.
His tongue plunged thickly into the moaning girl again and again. With each thrust Emilie grunted wordlessly, lost in the growing deliciousness.
Greedily he sucked at the juices now flowing freely from the aroused woman. His lips locked on her pussy, angled upward to the hard bullet of her clit.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes” Emilie panted as Denny sucked lightly on the red bud, his tongue flicking it gently. Emilie’s hips thrust forward, bucking as she sought his mouth on her clit.
Denny reached beneath her and grasping her ass, lifted her pussy toward his mouth, with relentless determination, he began sucking her clit, teasing it, releasing it, and tickling it back and forth with tiny flicks of his tongue.
Emilie exploded. She collapsed back across the desk, her hands clamping him tightly to her sex as she panted, “god, god, god, there, there…” her head thrashing from side to side.
Her cunt jerked and writhed like something alive as Denny drove her over the edge. With a long loud grunt, Emilie yanked his head and wrapped her legs around Denny’s head, forcing him against her pussy.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she gasped, “I’m cumming.” Juices splashed across Denny’s face as he sucked, gorging himself on the sweet nectar.
Emilie’s stomach clenched, the muscles in her thighs flexed and tightened, her heels locked behind Denny’s head. Her orgasm cleaved into her, splitting her in two.
Before she could recover, Denny had set her down on the desk, her legs hanging over the edge.
His hips wedged between her tired thighs, forcing them further apart. He brought his raging cock forward and slid it across her cunny laying it on her stomach, his balls pressed against her wet slit.
Moving his hips back and forward, Denny ran his prick across Emilie’s wet clit, causing her to jerk and buck as he rubbed the sensitive bud.
His hands grasped her upper thighs as he slid back and forth.
With one last stroke, he let the head of his cock slide down between her wet labia. Pausing at the entrance to her cunt, he reveled in the wet warmth wrapping his turgid dick.
Slowly he moved forward, pushing into the hot tightness gripping his prick.