로그인The first time feeling his huge cock up my ass was agonizing beyond anything I’d felt before. I was sure that he’d torn something inside me, that I might actually be dying. And yet even as he thrust his way to climax, he’d used his thumb up inside my sopping-wet cunt to bring me to a climax so intense that I saw stars in front of my eyes, briefly dancing on the edge of unconsciousness even as I felt his organ spurt deep up inside my rectum.After that, he fucked me up the rear at least three or four times a week.It almost seemed as if the two of us were inseparable, as if I were an extra limb. Yet he barely seemed to acknowledge me, whether others were around or not. Take a memo, Miss Grey. Get the Western Dynamics File for October, Miss Grey. Bend over and spread your ass, Little Lady. Those were the two modes of address. For business, it was almost always Miss Grey. For sex it was always Little Lady. I wasn’t sure if he even knew my first name was Ashley, or if he cared. As for his
I bit down into the hard leather of the chair arm, sobbing now in an excess of passion and agony. The pounding of Mr. Lewis’ cock was coming so fast that the slapping against my ass made a sound like somebody whipping up frosting in a bowl. And I couldn’t help but think that the thrusting of his cock must be churning my own milky juice into froth deep in the pit of my pussy channel.Suddenly, Mr. Lewis shoved his finger all the way to the root of my asshole and jammed his hips forward. He let out a low sharp groan. I could feel the huge member twitch violently inside me, could feel the sudden heat as he shot his ejaculate deep up inside me in great spurts. He pulled out a bit and shoved in hard a second time, and then a third, shooting more and more inside me.And as he came, I joined him in my third climax, my pussy clenching, milking the gismic tribute from the thrusting cock. I suddenly realized that I was screaming, dragging my fingernails across my pale breasts as I thrashed wild
He reached down and tugged my spank-reddened thighs apart, exposing the moist inlet of my pussy, matted with the down of my juice-soaked pale pubic hair.I braced myself, holding my breath as he spread my pussy lips with his fingers, reaching up inside me. A few seconds later, I felt the broad head of his cock rubbing up against me. He stroked his cock head up and down across my damp pussy lips as I gasped in pleasure and then he pressed in.I felt myself being spread like never before as Mr. Lewis’ cock pushed deep inside. My internal muscles squeezed reflexively as the shaft penetrated three inches, four inches – as far as my fingers ever reached. Then five inches, six inches.I let out a gasp as he pulled himself out almost all the way, leaving only the head of his cock just inside the portals of my inner lips. Then he grabbed me around the hips and rammed forward. I screamed as I felt myself impaled, filled up beyond anything I’d ever known. His hips slapped up against my red, spa
The breath caught in my throat. That was a question I hadn’t expected.“Um… I’m not sure. Not since I was a little girl. Sir.”“Well, little lady, I think there’s a problem right there. Don’t you agree?”I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.“Yes sir.”“Stand up and come on over here,” he commanded.I swallowed and came unsteadily up to my feet, walking toward him.“Take off those silly stockings.”“Y... yes sir.”I stopped, bent down and tugged off my socks, doing my best to keep my balance.Now, completely naked, I crossed to Mr. Lewis and stood over him.“Don’t stand over me,” he said.Without a word, I got down on my knees.He stared down at me, then slid forward on the big chair so that his knees were sticking out over the edge. He patted his lap. I knew what he expected me to do.I climbed up over his lap, backside up. I slid forward, steadying myself by putting my hands down onto the floor. My feet dangled in midair, my ass neatly positioned across one of his knees. As he
He stood up and walked toward me. I never realized quite how tall he was. I could smell his aftershave, feel the warmth of his breath on my face.“Yes sir.”“Are you going to play games with me? I don’t play games. If you’re going to go that way, you can go right back to the typing pool.”“No sir. No games.”“Back up a bit. Let me get a good look at you.”I took a few steps back and stood up straight.“How tall are you?”“Five foot, eight.”“In your bare feet?”“Yes sir.”“Take your shoes off. Let me see.”I kicked off my pumps. Lewis looked me up and down.“Turn around.”I spun slowly in a circle.“No, turn around so I can see you from behind.”I spun around again, stopping so that Mr. Lewis could get a look at my backside. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing that I had a bit more back there. A bit more in the hips department, and the ass department, in the tits department. But no. I was nothing but a pale skinny girl with a pretty face. There was that hateful word again..
Mr. Lewis went back to paging through my notebook. “So, Miss Grey, do you take shorthand? I mean, is this yours?”“Yes, Mr. Lewis.”“Where did you learn?”“I taught myself.”“How fast do you type?”“120 words a minute.”He scanned my desk, dug through some carbons, checked one. “Had any college?”“No sir.”“You graduate from High School?”“Yes sir.”“How long have you been here?” I told him.“How much does Barney pay you?” I told him.“How’d you like to move to Seattle and work for me? I’ll give you a twenty-percent raise.”“No, thank you, sir.”“That was awfully fast. Why not?”“Well, sir. I live at home. I don’t have to pay rent. If I move to Seattle…”“All right, all right. I’ll bump it to forty percent. That should cover the cost of a modest apartment for a young lady.”“Mr. Lewis, may I…”“Little lady, I’m going to be in town until the end of the week. I’ve made you an offer. If you’re interested…”He took my pad and scrawled something on it. He handed it back to me. It was a pho







