MasukThe plane filled with moonlight as the bear withdrew. I could hear the sound of it moving away. My heart was pounding, I realized, now was the time. It would be busy with Mr. Lewis' body, at least for a while. It would not bother about me while it was feeding.‘Now was the time to go.’ I muttered to myself.I got up and scrambled to the front of the plane and pulled myself out through the gap left by the bear.I stepped out onto a thick tree branch and leaned out. As I did, I gasped, grabbing onto the branch and holding tight.Now I finally realized where the plane had crashed.It had come down in the upper branches of a tree, and while I could not make out the ground in the darkness below, I could see that the branch on which I was balancing had at least a hundred feet of tangled limbs beneath it. And somewhere in the midst of those tangled limbs, somewhere below me, in the darkness, feeding on the body of my late boss, was the Bear.But what else could I do? I did not dare wait unti
The 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..







