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CHAPTER FOUR

Greg woke up to a sharp spasm of pleasure. He looked down and saw Sara's mouth working on his prick even in her sleep. Her lips were pursed tightly around the half-hard shaft, her tongue hot and wet around his foreskin.

"Oh yes," he murmured as he spread his legs a little wider. He held the back of her head with both hands and thrust his hips upward, crushing her face fully into his crotch. "Just like this!" he gasped. "Start the day with a good suck!"

Sara's eyes fluttered open when she felt the pressure in the back of her throat. Momentarily confused, she looked into the dark patch of hair, trying to focus. The rubbery texture of Greg's cockhead was now nudging past her tonsils, filling the back of her throat. When she finally remembered the night before, she shivered, her pleasure beginning to mount. And although her jaws ached from having sucked him all night, she was more than eager to please him again.

"You ready for some hot cream to eat for breakfast?" Greg asked, draping his legs over her shoulders and locking his ankles together, at the small of her back. He rolled to his side and began pumping his hips back and forth, driving his dick into her throat with quick punches. "Goddamn, the way I feel, you might even have enough for lunch!"

Sara pushed her fingers between his thighs and clutched his cum-filled nuts. When the hairy surface touched her palms, the effect was immediate, like an electric shock for them both.

"Milk me, baby," Greg groaned, flipping her to her back suddenly, supporting his weight with his arms. He looked down and watched his cock disappear into her mouth. "God, that's good! Just keep sucking!"

Sara couldn't believe how hot her pussy had become. She'd only been sucking for a few minutes and now her cunt was churning with an ache that could only be satisfied by a thick load of his squirting jism. She began bobbing her head up and downs at a furious pace, her hunger almost unbearable. Suddenly she spit his prick out and bit down on the taut flesh of his crotch.

"Fuck me in the mouth," she begged. "Ram your cock in like my face is a pussy! Fuck me hard! God, Greg, give it to me! I… need it!"

Greg worked his prick back between her lips and thrust forward with all his weight. When the base of his shaft was crammed between her lips, he jerked upward until his cockhead was just inside her teeth. He held himself there for a couple of seconds before ramming his meat back in. He lowered his torso slightly, supporting himself with his elbows, and bent his knees, slipping them up to her armpits. Now that she was totally engulfed in his hard, hairy body, he began hammering his dick in and out with brutal savagery.

Sara gave a muffled cry of surprise that soon turned into one of pure, hungry ecstasy. His prick was jamming in and out with delicious speed, slipping fully into the back of her throat. His huge balls were crawling up and down her neck, the vibrations of his nuts tickling her skin.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, darting her fingertips into the crack of his shitter, feeling it pucker around her nails.

"Suck it, you cocksucker!" Greg moaned, fucking her mouth for all he was worth. "Take my big dick into your cock-loving throat and eat me! Suck, you whore, suck!"

Sara had little choice in the matter. He was now driving his crotch against her face like a sex-crazed animal. All she had to do was keep her mouth wide open, letting the hard, pulsating shaft dig in and out. She increased the pressure of her fingers, poking them into his tiny shitter, feeling the greasy warmth surround them, pull like a mouth.

"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, letting his cockhead slap even deeper into her throat, making her breath come in quick hisses.

"Any… second… now…" Greg panted, buckling with pleasure. He felt his nuts convulse, the hot, searing fluid running into the base of his plunging prod. "Get… ready, you… cum sucker! I… I'm… oh fuck… baby suck! Unhhhh! Suck!"

When the blasting gush of cum spewed into Sara's throat, her own body flinched with orgasm. The scalding heat from his juice burned into her stomach. A rippling spasm tore into her pussy canal and worked forward, constricting her tiny hole.

"Aaaiiieeee!" she screamed, her passion so intense she lifted him slightly off the bed. She dug the nails of her thumbs into his ass cheeks and gave another loud choking cry.

"Suck… suck… suck…" Greg chanted, his hoarse voice barely a whisper. "Goddamn you, you little cocksucker… unnhhh, suck!"

Part of the reason of Sara's pleasure was because his load of cum was the thickest, the hottest she'd ever had. A night of rest had certainly made the difference, because it seemed as if he'd never stop shooting his wad! Massive streams of streaming liquid squirted from her lips and blasted onto her cheeks. Soon twin pools of jism formed on her shoulders, rolling to the back of her neck.

"All… of it!" Greg said finally, grinding out the last of his climax. He relaxed completely, crushing her face beneath his heavy weight. His cock plunged into Sara's throat, where it vibrated, pulsated. "Oh, baby," he groaned, his eyes closed in satisfaction. "My little cocksucking baby!"

Sara's orgasm was still peaking, her body frozen in pure release. She gobbled hungrily on his cock, sucking wildly with her lips, emptying him of the last wad of cum that lay in the center of his dick. When he was clean, she pushed him to his back and licked the jizz from his cock, his balls. Still hungry, she scooped the juices from her cheeks and shoulders, forming one large glob, and lifted it to her lips.

"Ahhhh," she hissed, pulling the juice between her lips.

She held her head back and trembled as it seeped over her tongue and into the back of her throat. She constricted the muscles of her cheeks and forced it forward once more. After pushing it between her teeth, under her tongue, between her lips and gums, she finally drank it down.

"Delicious," she said, her voice greasy and contented.

"I've never known a girl who liked that stuff the way you do," Greg said, fascinated by the way she gobbled it down like a kitten eating warm cream.

"I love it," she replied, once more eyeing his cock. "I can remember the first time I tasted it. I've been hooked ever since."

"I'll bet you drove the boys crazy," he laughed. "You certainly drive me crazy!"

"Jealous?" she teased.

"A little, maybe," Greg answered. "Just wished it could have been me you sucked first."

"Come on," Sara said with a wicked grin, "enough of this memory lane bullshit. My little pussy is just itching to get fucked." She got to her belly and faced the foot of the bed, raising herself slightly to her knees. "Fuck me like a little doggy!"

Greg knelt behind her and kicked her legs apart with his knees. When her tight, slicked-up pussy was fully revealed, he nuzzled his shaft up the insides of her thighs and pierced her tiny cuntal opening with his massive cockhead.

"Damn, you're hotter than a firecracker!" he whispered.

"I know," Sara agreed. "I've been having the most wonderful dreams all night, and they were all about this big dick of yours. Now, fuck me!"

Greg pressed forward, inching his prod into her cunt canal. When her opening pursed around the base of his dick he pulled back slightly, then hammered in with one savage thrust, jamming Sara's face into the sheets.

"Goddamn, you seem even tighter this way," he grunted. He looked down at her body, her nicely rounded hips. She was small enough for him almost to wrap his hands around her. "I just wonder where the fuck you're putting it!"

Sara was so aroused, there wasn't even the slightest pain, only a delicious throbbing in her guts. She flexed the muscles of her cunt canal, milking his cock to rock-hard stiffness.

"Shove some of that delicious cum into my pussy," she groaned. "Hurry, fuck me hard!"

Greg held her hips tightly with both hands and began thrusting savagely into her pussy. Soon his speed had gotten to the point where her ass was a mere blur, his balls slapping back and forth, smacking her belly.

"Like this, cunt?" he growled, leaning forward. "You like a big cock reaming you out like this?" He brushed his lips over the back of her neck, baring his teeth.

Greg hammered wildly into her hole for several more moments, feeling the pressure inside his balls become almost unbearable. He tried to hold back a little longer, to savor the wonderfully warm snug feeling her pussy was giving his cock, but it had already become useless. His body was out of control, his mind screaming one thing – to drive his climax into her cunt as brutally as he could, to feel the hard jerks of pleasure when his jism blasted from his cockhead.

Sara's eyes were half-closed, glazed with pleasure. Her orgasm was throbbing slowly, convulsing her insides. And each time his prick rammed into her cunt, she was nudged closer to what she knew would be one of the most powerful releases she had ever experienced. A few more pokes, just a couple of seconds longer and…

"G-God!" she screamed, arching her back. "Yes! Fuck me!"

A crunching spasm of ecstasy tore into her pussy like a bolt of lightning. Then another, and another.

"UnhhhhhH!" she bellowed, writhing, rocking with him. "Keep… fucking me! God, don't ever stop! Fuck me forever!"

Her cunt turned into a vacuum pump, sucking and pulling wildly on Greg's cock. Greg felt it and choked out a gurgling moan, sinking his teeth into her neck. The first glob of cum barreled up the center of his shaft and exploded from his cockhead, totally filling up her burning cunt.

"Jesus, fuck!" he gasped when another wad of jism jolted into her rippling pussy. Then he peaked, shoving in the bulk of his load, splattering quick streams of juice with each hammering move. "Oh… yes! Goddamn you, yes!"

His climax was so rich and full that her pussy soon could hold no more. A milky stream of liquid oozed from the underside of his prick, slicking up his nuts. His shaft was now sloshing in a huge amount of jism, gluing their bodies together. He gave a final heave, emptying his nuts, then fell forward, gasping for air.

"Man, I feel like I've fucked a wild tiger in the ass," he whispered, still enjoying the way her pussy was vibrating around his spent cock.

"That's coming up next," Sara said. "I'm not going to let you go until you've fucked me everywhere possible!"

"You'll have to give me a little time to recover," Greg said, pulling away, looking down at his withering prick. "I'm not quite the match I thought I was for you. And I don't think any man is!"

"Where are you going?" Sara asked when she felt him crawl off the bed and stumble toward the door.

"Gonna take a shower," he said. "We have a plane to catch in a couple of hours, and you wouldn't want me to go to that meeting smelling like pussy, would you?"

"I wouldn't mind as long as it's mine," she said.

Greg gave her a curious glance, not saying anything for a couple of moments. He stood framed in the doorway, one hand supporting his weight.

"Sometimes I like more than one woman," he said at last, measuring her reaction. When he got none, he added, "Well? We don't own each other, do we?"

"Of course not," Sara answered finally. "And sometimes I like more than one man."

There, that would fix the bastard!

"Fine," he replied. "But not on my time."

"OK, buster," Sara said, getting off the bed. "You're time is over. I'm going out now and find myself a real man." She looked around, trying to find her dress, then remembered it lay torn in a heap in the living room.

"You don't meant that," Greg said softly, hurt in his eyes. "It's just that I…"

"It's just that you are a prick," she spat out. She knew suddenly they had reached an impasse and there was no backing out. "Just who the fuck do you think you are, anyway?" She yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her body, her eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not going to be… one of your women!"

Greg couldn't understand her rage. He'd never been talked to like that before. He could give this woman anything she wanted – and more. Clothes, jewels, furs, travel – didn't she realize that? Couldn't she just look around the house and see that he was a rich man?

"You're making a big mistake," he said. "I could…"

"You can go straight to hell!" Sara interrupted, her voice even, almost devoid of emotion. "Now if you will excuse me," she added, brushing past him.

"You're a fool," he said, following her into the living room.

"Was. Not any more," Sara said, slipping into her torn dress. It would hold until she got into the car, where she could pin it together. "Good bye," she said flatly.

Greg was stunned, wondering if all this was a dream. Just a few moments ago they were molded together – giving, accepting pleasure, and now she was actually walking out on him. Just because [missing text].

"I don't understand you," he said, touching her arm, trying to pull her back.

She resisted, yanking her arm away, and opened the door.

"What's to understand? I will not be used. Not by you, not by anyone. If you consider yourself a one-man stud farm, fine. But I'm not going to be part of it." She looked him in the eyes and said, "You no longer exist."

After she slammed the door in his face, Greg picked up a priceless pre-Columbian statue and flung it across the room, crashing it into a gilt framed mirror said to have been owned by George III.

"Bitch!" he shouted.

Sara heard the crash and his outburst as she scurried down the walk to her car. She felt hot tears sting her cheeks, her heart pounding in her throat. Her hands were shaking visibly as she started the engine and drove off, her tires screeching on the pavement.

When she arrived at her apartment, the telephone was ringing, and kept ringing until she finally lifted the receiver, then hung up. When it rang once more, she unplugged the cord from the wall and stumbled into her bedroom, falling in a heap on the bed.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door – demanding, insistent. It was useless to ignore, because it got louder. Finally she pulled herself to her feet and answered it.

"OK, you win," Greg said. His face was serious, an expression of defeat written all over it.

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, wanting to hear him say it.

"Just that. You win. I lose. I want you. On any terms." He grinned suddenly, looking very boyish. "Besides, I can't afford not to have you," he added, thinking of the statue and the mirror. "We have just enough time to catch our plane. Let's go."

"Can we take a later plane?" Sara asked.

"Will I always be saying yes to you?" he asked, his eyes dropping to the angle of her tits as they jutted from her torn dress.

"Probably," Sara said.

"We can take a later plane," he said. He crushed her in his arms, biting down on her mouth. "I just wish someday I'll love you as much as I hate you right now!"

"You will," Sara replied, matching the intensity of his kisses.