0 comments/ 20768 views/ 1 favorites Lillian Muller By: hopeolsonfan The lovely Lillian Muller was excited about the audition. The part was unusual. She would play a lawyer, very prim and proper, very uptight. There was no sexuality to the role, in fact just the opposite. Her agent explained that the writer and director wanted an actress with a lot of sex appeal for the part because it would add 'complexity' to the character. Lillian didn't care about that; it was a good role that could help her career; it was a supporting role but it could be the kind of part that can steal a movie. The beautiful blonde's body glowed in the pale light of the morning. She stood nude before the mirror getting dressed for the audition and touched her perfect breasts and rubbed them for a moment. Selecting a sexy, low cut black bra she slipped each luscious mound into a cup, snuggling them in the fabric that could barely contain them, and clasped it closed. Holding her flimsy black panties up she lifted one shapely leg, then the other, and pulled the sheer garment up her thighs and covered her golden pussy. The sweet bush still could be seen through the black of the silky cloth. Then she slowly rolled up black silk stockings; she loved the way the cool silk felt as it made contact with her warm skin. A plain black wool skirt was next, then a white silk blouse. She spent long minutes slowly buttoning up, watching her supple white skin disappear behind the pearl white silk. She left just a few buttons open so a hint of her delightful cleavage peeked out teasingly. Lillian slipped on some sensible shoes and twirled in the mirror. She was a ideal combination of sexy and prim. The soft waves of her blonde hair bounced seductively as she spun before the glass. She puckered up and painted her lush lips bright red. In a flash of inspiration she put her long hair up in a loose bun with a few strands hanging free here or there. Finally she put on a pair of glasses. She inspected herself and thought she projected the right combination of prim librarian or kindergarten teacher and whore. She took a cab to the midtown production offices. The friendly receptionist put her in a vacant office and explained that Lillian would be meeting the writer and, if he liked her, a audition with the director and the other actors would be arranged. She was told to look over the production designs on the desk. Lillian sat behind the desk a little nervous and tapped her long fingers on the glass top while she waited. She glanced at the various set and costume designs; apparently this would be a very expensive production and she was anxious to be a part of it. The writer, who was also the producer, had already won an Academy Award a few years ago. He walked through the door with an air of confidence, obviously pleased to be meeting her. In addition to his self-assurance she noticed that he was good looking and well dressed. Stepping in front of the desk he extended a hand and introduced himself . He explained that he was merely going to talk to her about the part and get a sense of whether or not she was right for it. Then he sat down in one of the leather chairs positioned before the desk and they started to discuss the script and the character. he was very complimentary and enthusiastic about working with her. He seemed delighted with her Scandinavian accent and told her it would fit perfectly with the character she would play. The conversation went well; she found him amusing and intelligent, keeping her interest when he talked as well as being a good listener when she spoke. At some point during their conference she moved from behind the desk to sit in the chair next to his so they could look at one of the costume designs together. They both turned slightly so that they were facing each other. As they talked she found her mind wondering, caught it thinking about things completely unrelated to their conversation. Her eyes, behind her glasses, would occasionally drift down to his crotch and she would wonder what he had hidden in his pants. When this occurred she would silently chastise herself for such musings. Unconsciously one of her hands roamed across her chest, lightly brushing the skin under her lovely throat. It was merely a comforting, something-to-do-with-your-hand sort of thing. The fingers lightly wiping back and forth in a small area a couple of inches above where her breasts pushed the silk forward. Also without any conscience thought she crossed and re-crossed her legs, causing the hem of her skirt to ride up her thigh slightly; the soft wool made a whispering noise gliding across her white skin. The nervous movements of her legs tickled her pussy and she slowly became aware of a kind of gentle aching starting to grow between her tender thighs. She willed her mind to focus on the discussion and was startled when, a few minutes later, he announced that he should be going; he explained that for security reasons she would have to read the script here in the office. He wanted her to look it over and they would meet again the next day. He handed her the pages and stood up to leave. When he did her eyes once more dropped toward his crotch where she could see the outline of a slight bulge. Suddenly she realized that he had gotten a partial hard-on while talking to her. She felt a string of tiny tingles race along her spine as she thought about this and looked at the evidence. She quickly got to her own feet and walked him to the door, thanking him for the opportunity and expressing enthusiasm for the project. She even gave him a slight hug; she was European after all, but she didn't want to come on too strong. The part came first. But he did seem to hold her for a few seconds longer than she expected. And he did smell good. After he left she returned to the chair in which she'd been sitting and leaned back into the warm leather and closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with his image, his good looks and charming smile. Then an image of his crotch and the semi-stiff cock under his clothes emerged as well. Again she felt the tingles run up her spine. Reflexively she re-crossed her legs again and now she could feel the ache in her pussy growing a little stronger. Her left hand was once more lightly touching her chest, her fingers dangling downward and tracing small circles over the white silk blouse, spreading her fingertips just inches above her breast. Closing her eyes she leaned back into the corner of the chair and allowed her mind to run free with her memory of the writer and the bulge in his crotch. The fingers touching her upper chest slowly descended until they were tracing small circles across the top of her breast, the delicate touch of her nails sending more tingling sensations through her body. Her other hand rose up to do the same to her other breast, the two hands working in unison as they scratched her fingers across the white silk. Beneath her clothing she felt her nipples starting to harden, felt them swelling as blood raced to the nubs, felt them starting to press into the bra. She shifted slightly in the chair. As she caressed her firm breasts, the sexy black lingerie began to slide slightly, the soft, lacey material rubbing over her swelling nubs. "Mmmm," she sighed softly at the sensation of her fingers touching her firm mounds and the rush of cool silk on her skin. Her mind continued to fill with images of the writer as her hands glided over her breasts, sliding down further, looping around to scratch at the bottoms and across the very front of them. She imagined his cock swelling under his clothing, imagined it growing stiff and hard as he kissed her, imagined that it was his hands delicately teasing at her breasts. Eventually her fingers pressed harder, scraping across the silk, drawing lines around her fleshy mounds. She slid the fingers down and over where her nipples, having become hard and swollen, pressed into the bra, the lacey material causing hot sparks on the sensitive flesh. As her hands started to cup her breasts, massaging and kneading them through her blouse she slouched lower into the chair, her long legs stretching out. She opened and closed them slightly, causing the skirt to ride a little higher on her thighs. She was beginning to breath deperately: light, rapid, shallow, pants gasping through her parted lips. Her mind continued to fill with the images of the writer, his hands on her breasts, squeezing and cupping them in place of her own hands. She imagined his cock growing harder in his pants, then dreamed of it uncovered and stiff before her. Her hands covered her breasts, her palms flattening over her nipples as they lay hidden beneath her clothing. She pressed at her fleshy mounds, rubbing them and plying the flesh between her grasp. "Oohhh," she sighed as she felt her actions sending tingling sensations down her body to her loins. Her hands left their kneading for a minutes as she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse, her fingers pulling at the buttons as she quickly undid them down to her belly, all but the last one. Her hands slid inside the opening and closed onto her now nearly bare breasts. She squeezed at them, massaged the sweet mounds of flesh, her fingers plying the delicious skin. She sunk a little lower into the chair, her legs rocking, opening and closing in rhythm with her frantic breathing. The blonde beauty squeezed her thighs together, feeling a throbbing pressure ache inside. Her hands pulled at the bra partially covering her breasts, pulled it down and away so that she could get at her nipples. Her fingers reached for the swollen nubs; they enclosed the pink buds, rolled them, tweaked them. "Oohhhh," she sighed, electrical sparks flying through her nerves. She was pressed back into the corner of the chair, her head laying with strands of her silky blonde hair escaping the knot and cascading down her soft shoulders, her eyes closed, her bottom lip hanging open slightly as she panted. Her blouse hung open, her bra pulled away to expose her flesh. She was rubbing her breasts, massaging them and pulling at her engorged nipples. Her skirt was riding high on her legs, exposing one of the elastic bands holding her stockings up, her legs rocking open and closed. She felt her arousal mounting, felt her pussy aching and her juices starting to flow, moistening her inside. "Oohhh God," she sighed, her fingers rolling her nipples as she imagined they were his fingers. She pulled on them, her hands cupping and massaging her fleshy breasts as she did. Her breathing grew heavier, her panting now more of a sensual huffing . She squeezed at her breasts, pressed them together, molding and shaping the fleshy mounds under her grip. When her fingers closed on the swollen nipples and tweaked them she whimpered with pleasure. Soon she allowed one of the hands to slide away from her breast, down across her belly, her nerves quivering beneath the light touch of her fingers as they traced a path across her flesh. When it got to where the last button remained closed and the bottom of her blouse was still tucked into her skirt, although disheveled, she lifted her hand and moved it quickly to her thigh. She pulled on the skirts hem, pulled it up until both of her thighs were bared, the garment barely covering where her legs came together at her crotch. Her legs were spread open now. Her fingers scratched at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, pressing into it and causing small indentations to form where they traveled. "Mmmmmm," she whimpered hungrily as her fingers neared her crotch, then slid away again. Her one hand continued to knead at her breast, squeezing and plying the flesh. Her fingers rolled over her tender nipple, pulling and tweaking at the swollen nub. Her other hand rubbed and scratched at her thigh, its close contact causing her juices to flow even more freely. She started to pant heavier, her breath gasping from her as she felt her arousal growing steadily higher. In her mind it was his hands on her body, touching her, teasing her. She could see his cock now, hard and bared, sticking out as it bobbed in the air before her while he played with her body. The fingers on her thigh scratched higher, nearer to her aching pussy, now wet with her juices. They reached closer, slipping under the very edge of her skirt and coming to within an inch of touching her swelling lips, then backing away. They moved closer still, less than an inch away this time. "Ooohhhh," she squealed urgently as they moved across the very edges of her puffy lips. Then she allowed them to touch her, allowed them to swipe onto the panties covering her sex; they scratched delicately at the lacey material. Simultaneously her other hand squeezed hard at the breast it held, her fingers pinching at the swollen and sensitive nipple. "Oooohhhhh," her ass lifted off the chair slightly as thousands of electrical sparks ignited in her body. Pulling the skirt even higher she slouched into the chair more, her legs splaying out, spread open. Her one hand scratched at the crotch of her panties, wet from the juices that had leaked form her pussy. Her other hand massaged and kneaded her breast. Inside her loins were a raging fire of desire, burning hot with a hungry need. She pushed her hips forward at her hand as the rubbing fingers pressed along her slit. Her lips were swollen, parted out and starting to edge out from under her panties. She found her clit and pressed at it with her thumb while her fingers continued to scratch at her covered slit. She was in a trance, hungry lust blocking out the world as she played with and manipulated her body, imagining that it was his hands rather than her own. Her hips pushed harder into her hand, her chest heaving against the one massaging her breast. Her head rolled slowly from one side to the other, her lip quivering as she panted. The hand between her legs scratched harder at the wet material and the even wetter slit beneath it.. Her fingers brushed at her opening and pressed gently, pushing the material into her and rubbing the very inner edges of her pussy. "Oohhh yeess," she whimpered, her mind seeing his cock rubbing at her slit now rather than her hand. "Ooohhhh God yeesss." Her head rolled from side to side a little faster now, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily from her hunger and lust. She mauled her soft flesh, squeezing and plying the mound, her fingers grabbing at her sensitive nipple. Her other fingers scratched heavily at her sex through her panties, rubbing against her slit and pressing on her swollen clit. She soon pulled the panties material aside with two fingers and probed at her opening with two others. She pressed the digits at the juice soaked gap, pushing them slowly into her, making small circular motions as she did. "Huh... huh... huh... hu-ooohhhhhh," she moaned quietly as the fingers delved into her sex. Still she imagined that it was his cock and not her fingers slipping into her wet pussy, pressing into her and stretching her open. She rolled her fingers inside of herself, pushed and pressed them while her palm rubbed at her clit. She was slouched low into the chair now, her head jammed into the corner as it rolled on her neck. She had one hand attacking her breast, shaping the fleshy mound as she squeezed it, pinching at her red nipple. Her panties were now yanked aside, the strain misshaping them, with two fingers rolling into her pussy, slowly and steadily pumping her. She panted and moaned quietly as she continued to finger herself. "Ooooohhhhhh God yeessss," she sighed as she felt her orgasm coming forward, building and growing as it raced to where it would come crashing through her body in an explosion. "Oooohhhh yeeesssssss." Her hips were pumping at her fingers, driving up at the digits as they pumped into her sex. She pushed harder, tried to bury them deeper into herself and whimpered when they would only reach so far. Greedily she rubbed harder at her clit, sending sparks of white fire at the growing orgasm inside of her. "Uug... uug... uug... Uuugggghhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her hand and hips increasing their pace. She threw her head from side to side now, her bottom lips hung low as she panted and groaned past it. Her hand pulled at her breast stretching her nipple hard. Her hand became a blur as her fingers flashed in and out of her pussy, her hips driving up at them. Her orgasm reached the edge and teetered there for just a second before it came crashing down, waves of pleasure breaking over her nerves and causing her body to tense and quiver as her head was tossed back, her mouth hanging open. "Oohhh... oohhh... Oohhh-Uuuggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried, cramming her fingers as deep into her as they could and planted her palm hard onto her clit. She remained like that for a few minutes while her orgasm washed wave after wave of delight over her body, then began to fade. Then her breathing grew slightly steadier and the hand on her breast softened its massaging actions. Her fingers remained in her pussy, now gently rubbing at her inside edges as her juices flowed over them. Laying back, her bottom settled back into the chair, she whimpered softly as she felt the delightful experience slowly slipping away. It had been a nice orgasm, a pleasurable wave of ecstasy, but it had lacked something. It had not been hard and explosive, the way she knew orgasms could be. She already knew what it had been lacking and her mind imagined it in front of her. A man, the writer, with a raging hard-on to feed the ache deep inside her where her fingers couldn't reach. That was what had been missing, that was what she wanted, what she needed. "That was amazing," a male's voice broke into her thoughts. Shocked and frightened her eyes flew open. Standing in front of her, smiling as he stared down at her, was the writer. Somehow he had come back into her office and seen her masturbating and now he stood watching her body shiver as the after shocks of her orgasm washed through her. How long he'd been there she didn't know, she'd been so wrapped up in her own pleasures that she hadn't heard anything. Lillian's mind registered the thrilled and lustful expression on his face as he stood looking at her; she slowly dropped her eyes to his crotch. She could see a serious bulge there, pushing out at his trousers. The sight of it made her fires spark back up from the embers deep inside her. Unconsciously she continued to play with her pussy and massage her tit while she stared at his crotch, her tongue reflexively licking her lips. "That was beautiful," he whispered. "But I don't think your fingers really did the trick." She continued to stare at his crotch, seeing the bulge throb as he watched her. "I think you need something more, some extra attention," he continued. Her fingers were pushing at her pussy again as she watched his bulge throb and jerk beneath his pants. Her hand on her breast stroked at her swollen nipple, now raw from the attention she'd been giving it. "I want you to give me something special," she managed to gasp in her lilting accent. "I need you to give it do me." She smiled as he dropped to his knees between her splayed legs. Her heart raced as she watched his hands slowly move up her thighs; tingles of excitement raced through her at the touch of his fingers on her flesh. His eyes were staring at her crotch, glowing with lust while he watched her fingers continued pushing into her sex. "Move your hand," he said, "I'll take care of you." She was looking down her body at him, watching his face as he stared at her hungrily. She felt his hands reach the waistband of her panties, felt him start to tug at them. She pulled her hand away, brought it up to massage her other breast. She lifted her plump bottom slightly so that he could pull her panties down and off, pulling her legs together so that they could be slid down and off over her feet; then he eagerly spread her legs again. Lillian Muller His hands returned to her thighs, this time to the insides. She felt a wave of excitement blast across her hungry fires as his fingers touched her, felt a thousand tingles race across her nerves at the feel of him. Her breathing grew shallow again as her lust grew, she waited impatiently for him to touch her pussy, to feel her wetness. But he was in no hurry. His fingers lightly traced lines across the flesh that lay next to her aching pussy, mere inches from her swollen lips. He watched her flesh quiver under his touch as he slowly moved his fingers closer and closer to her wetness. He looked up to see her staring down her body at him, her eyes partially hidden beneath her heavy lids. He watched her hands as they massaged her breasts, her palms and fingers rubbing at her hard nipples. Then he leaned in, gradually moving his face into her crotch. She could feel his breath blow across her flesh, could feel the heat radiating from him as he drew closer to her pussy. Suddenly his fingers grazed over the very edges of her sex while simultaneously his tongue flickered out to brush over her slit. "Oooohhhhhhhh," she sighed, her head rolling back, her eyes closing. As his tongue licked and lapped at her juices, rolling along her slit, pressing at her opening and climbing to touch her clit, she felt her fires raging inside of her, felt them burning hotter and hotter. He planted his mouth over her clit and began to lap at it, licking it over and over her swollen little nub. An orgasm grew inside of her and started to drive itself forward in her loins, shooting toward the edge of desire that would send it crashing through her. His thumbs were at the edges of her opening, rubbing and massaging, dipping slightly inside of her. Her own hands increased their kneading of her breast as she pulled and twisted her swollen nipples. "Ooooohhhhhhh," she moaned, her hips humping at his face. "Ooohhhhh yeeessssss." She ground and humped, her ass jerking in the chair. Her head rolled side to side, her mouth hanging open, her breath panting past her lips. She squeezed and rubbed at her breasts, mauling them in her hands. Inside her she could feel her orgasm growing even as it neared its jumping off point. "Oooohhhhhh yeesss. Eat my body, eat it," she whimpered. "Eat me. Eat my pussy. Ooohhhhh yeeesssss." His tongue continued to lather at her clit, rubbing and lapping at it as her hips bucked under his assault. His thumbs slid into her, rolling along the inner edges, the first inch of her sex. Her juices were flowing freely now, flowing over his thumbs and out of her pussy, dripping along the outer flesh. "Ooohhhh God, oohhhh God," her hips were jerking now as her orgasm grew closer and closer. "Eat my pussy. Eat my wet pussy. Ooohhhh God yeessssss." She was withering under his attack, her hands kneading at her breasts. Her fingers clamped onto her nipples and rolled them. Her head was thrown back and jerking from side to side as she ground her crotch into his face. Her flesh quivered, her muscles tensing as her orgasm teetered on the brink. "Ooooohhhhhhhh. Ooooooohhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Eat it. Eat my pussy. Eeaaaaaaattttttt iiiittttttttttt!" Just as her orgasm started to wash over her, her hips jumping and jerking at his face, she felt his teeth lightly nip at her clit. The sensation sent her orgasm into overdrive. She jumped and bucked, her hands leapt from her breasts to grab the back of his head. Her body arched off the chair and she pushed his face into her crotch. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh-uuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" She cried out. "Oooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss!" She felt him shove his thumbs into her as deep as the short digits would reach, felt him pump and roll them around in her as her pussy muscles clamped at them. His tongue lapped crazily at her clit, bumping and rubbing over the swollen nub frantically. Her orgasm was just reaching its peak, cresting and hanging there for a second before slipping downward when he hummed in his throat. The vibration traveled along his inner mouth along his tongue at connected with her clit. Suddenly her orgasm leapt to a new height. "Uuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" She groaned, her body arching higher, her hands holding his head firmer. She felt wave after wave of delicious desire washing through her, felt her nerves exploding into a thousand stars. She humped and jerked her hips at his face, drove her pussy at his tongue and thumbs. Her head jumped on her neck, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth hanging open, her lip quivering. "Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. Ooooohhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeessssssss. Oooooohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeesssssssss." As her orgasm slowly started to fade her body dropped toward the chair. His tongue continued to lick at her pussy, lapping at the river of juices that had flowed from her. It delved around her opening, licking at the edges where his thumbs had been. Her grip on his head eased up and she sank back into the chair, her breathing coming in heavy pants. When he pulled away, his eyes traveling up over her body to stare at her face, she was looking back down at him through heavy lids. Her hands, no longer able to hold his head, slid back up her body to gently ply at her breasts. Her fingers twirled at her hard nipples, rolling them around and sending more desirous bolts down through her body. She looked down at him, at his smiling face, and waited hungrily as he took in the view of her for a moment. When he stood up she followed his body with her eyes until her vision was filled by the bulge in his pants. Her luscious mouth made a large O as she stared at his aroused shaft and felt herself growing still hungrier for the feel of it inside of her. He reached out his hands to her and she took them; feeling herself lifted she was rising to her own two feet. Once she was standing he wasted no time in gripping her soft shoulders firmly and backing her up against the glass topped desk. Reaching behind her he pushed the drawings and papers to the floor then helped her to lift her ass onto the desk's edge. He stepped back and looked at her sitting on the desk, her legs spread open, her feet dangling inches from the floor. Her clothing was in disarray. Her blouse hung open, her bra pulled away from her heaving breasts, her swollen, red nipples sticking hard into the air. Her skirt was piled up around her waist, her legs covered in the black silk to her thighs, above which her glistening sex waited, wet and hungry. She stared back at him from beneath heavy lids, her eyes devouring the bulge in his pants, her lips quivering. Her hair was disheveled as well, several loose strands hung about now, its silky sheen glowing in the light. She watched closely as his hands began to unfasten his slacks, pulling his under shorts down with them. When his hard cock came into view she felt a surge of delight race through her at the sight. She saw its head glistening, saw its stiff and rigid as it bobbed in the air, pointing at her. Reflexively she licked her lips as she felt new surges of desire building inside of her loins. When he stepped forward she felt her heart race, felt it pounding in her chest. As his hands rose up, his hot palms touching her shoulders, she felt sparks course through her from the touch. "Now you're gonna get what you really need," he whispered. "Oh, yes. I want you inside me. I want to feel you so deep, so deep. Take me now. Please, yes, please." He helped her to lay back on the desk, spreading her torso across it as her feet were raised up and positioned against the edge. She was spread out before him, her legs open and her sex dripping with desire, her chest rising and falling heavily as she panted in anticipation. She felt him rub the tip of his cock along her slit, felt it brush past her opening and against her clit. Sparks of desire shot into her loins, her body growing hungrier for the feel of him. "Oooohhhhh," she moaned, lifting herself toward the cock. Her hands raised up and grabbed at her breasts once more, their aching flesh quaking with pleasure as she massaged them, rubbed at her stiff nipples. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, staring down at at the blonde goddess yielding herself to him. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening and slowly slid himself into her. "Uuuuugggghhhhhhhh," she moaned. Her hips lifted up to meet him, to stuff his length deep inside of her. She felt its girth sliding along the muscles just inside her wetness, felt it rubbing against her lips. "Oooohhhhhhh God yeeeesssssssssss," she sighed as he buried the entire thing inside of her. Her whole body was trembling. "Sooo deeep. Soooooo Deeeeeeeeep." They ground their hips at one another for a minute, her ass lifting off the desk and pushing into him as he shoved himself at her as well. Already she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm growing inside her as the thrill of having a fully hard cock stuffed into her pussy sent her lust skyrocketing. He pulled back, his cock sliding out of her until only the head remained inside her soaking crevice. She felt it pull her lips out as it withdrew, felt the hungry desire of her body whimper frantically from the desperate sensation of needing his cock inside her. Then he pushed ahead again, stuffing her completely once more as she gave out a long statisfied sigh. He started grinding himself against her. The sensation of this pumping sent fireworks off inside her; burning fires caused her building orgasm to jump closer toward its explosive release. She dropped and raised her hips at him, driving her pussy at his cock in small humps. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her head rolling, her eyes closing. "You feel so good in me. Do you like being me? Can you feel me coming to you? Oooohhhhhhhh!! My love, I love my love, love me, fuck me love love me deep ...OOOOOOOO! Deep my love deep deep inside me..." He pulled back again, then slid forward. Slowly he started to build up a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her sex, her juices flowing out to coat it and drip down along her ass crack. She met his rhythm, pumping her hips at him in unison with his own pace, rocking her body atop the desk. Her hands squeezed and kneaded at her breasts as they rolled beneath their rhythm. Her fingers gripped at her swollen nipples, pulling at them with a hungry lust. She panted and moaned, her breath and grunts pushing past her open lips. She felt her body growing hungrier, felt her orgasm building itself closer to release as they plunged their bodies at each other. She was reveling in the feel of his cock pumping into her pliant body, thrilling at the sensation of his stuffing her each time he pushed forward, its girth sliding along her inner muscles and rubbing the sensitive nerves there. She twisted and writhed against him forcing the tip of his cock into every corner of her gorgeous body. "Ooohhhh God yeessss," she whimpered. "Fuck me. I love your cock Fuck my pussy love your... Oooohhhh God. That's good .. Right there! I love it I love it I love it I love you OH fucking Christ! How can you do this! Sooo fucking deep so deep I love it so so deep so much so deep so much I love you so good ... Sooo deeeep. Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock." He was pumping her faster now, pushing his cock harder into her, and she was rocking and humping her hips back at him. She pushed her ass into the air each time he thrusted forward, shoving herself along his pole and stuffing her pussy onto it. Her body was quivering beneath him, squirming and humping at his fucking cock. Inside her fires were raging, her orgasm growing and building as he fucked her harder and faster. "Oooohhhhh God yeessssss," she groaned out. "Fuck my pussy with your cock. Fuck me harder... Faster... Fuck me. Fuck my wet little pussy. Ooohhhh God, it feels soooooo good." As the intensity of their loving increased she was forced to release her breasts and grab onto the edge of the desk as it rocked beneath their thrusting force. Her hands clamped onto the glass on either side of her head. This allowed her breasts to roll and swivel on her chest as she continued to hump her body up at his cock hungrily. "Ooohhhhh yeeessss, oooohhhh yeeesssss," she whimpered, her orgasm growing nearer. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Ooohhhhh yeeeesssssss. I love your cock yes I love it yes I love you yes yes yes yeeeessssss." Her body pounded at his cock, reveling in the feel of its rigid length pumping in and out of her juiced sex. Wet, sloppy, sloshing sounds echoed from her crotch as he pummeled himself at her, pounding and driving his hard cock deep into her again and again. Her ass humped into the air at him, slapping her crotch against his. Inside her orgasm reached the edge of release and hung teetering there on the brink for a moment. The feel of his cock sliding along her pussy muscles as they clamped at his girth sent sensations of lustful desire raising to feed that orgasm, pushing it closer and closer to falling over the edge. "Ooohhhh God yes. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Then she started babbling in Norwegian and giggling as she moaned and cried in sweet agony. Her orgasm came crashing over her. washing wave after wave of excruciating pleasure along her nerve fibers. Her ass lurched into the air, pounded against him, grinding into his crotch as she jerked and humped on his cock. Her back arched off the desk, her head flew back, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air and groaned out her delicious desires. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh- uuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooooohhhhhh Ja! Ja! Jaaaaaa! Jeg elsker deg! Elsker deg! Elsker deg! Jævel, Jævel, Dægger'n, Din baesj, Faen kuk,Jævel Himmel og helvete jævel. Jæveeeeeeeeeeeeel JAAAAAA! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He continued to ram his cock into her, pushing and pulling at her pussy lips as her juices flowed heavily from her canal and ran across her ass. She humped back at him, her body arching and pumping as her orgasm exploded with an extremely intensive force. Moments later her orgasm started to fade away and her body began to relax, dropping back down toward the desk. He was still pumping into her, ramming his cock deep into her pussy and fueling her desires. She rolled her head, her eyes closed as she pushed herself back at him, air panting past her lips as she gasped for breath. She was in sexual delight, her body growing tired while still being excited by his pounding. She whimpered and moaned while she thrilled to the feel of his cock stuffing her sex again and again. "Oohhh God, oohhh God. Ooohhh please. Ja God. Ooohhh ja jaaaa God. Fuck. Ooohhhh. Please. Ja Jaaa Jæveeeel" she mewed incoherently. Suddenly he pulled his cock from her, the rapid removal pulling at her lips and drawing a mass of her juices out to splash across her inner thighs and onto the desk. "Uuugggghhhh," she groaned with regret at the loss of his filling her. She wasn't sure what he was doing, why he had withdrawn his cock, but she was too weak to ask. She didn't have to wait very long anyway. His hands were on her hips and he was pulling her off the desk, dragging her toward him. She allowed herself to be manipulated, dropping her legs to the floor and standing up. Through her heavy lids she looked at him and saw the hunger in his own face. Then she was being spun around and bent forward, her breasts mashing into the desk and her face being pushed into the cold glass. Behind her she felt his hands pushing her legs apart and she rushed to comply. A second later she felt him enter again, his cock sliding easily into her drenched and open pussy from behind. He rammed it home with a fierce ferocity, slamming her hard and making her skit along the desk top. His hands gripped her hips and he jerked her ass back at him as he slammed his cock into her sex. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned, the fierceness of his assault sending more fuel to her raging fires. He started to pummel her from behind, pounding and slamming his cock harder and harder into her. He was pumping her hips with his own, slamming their bodies together as he rammed her deep and hard. "Ooohhhhhhhh! Oooohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt his attack bring yet another orgasm rapidly into the first stages of existence. "Oooohhhhh God yes! Fuck me harder! Ja! Ooooohhhhh yeeesssss! Jeg elsker deg! Ooohhhh God. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Her hands grabbed at the desk edge. She crammed her ass back at him even as he pushed and pulled it with his hands on her hips. He was ramming his cock in and out of her pussy from behind, slamming her hard and fast. Her breasts were smashed into the desk, her side of her face pressed into the glass as well. He was using her body now, using it to sate his cock with her dripping pussy. She could feel her juices flowing out and running down her inner thighs. She felt her orgasm peaking at the edge again, felt herself thrilling at the way he was pounding and using her body. She was rocking against him, slamming herself back at his cock as he drilled her deeper and harder with each thrust. "Faen kuk, jævel, yessss!! I love it. I love it!" She could feel his cock stiffening inside her as her muscles clamped and grasped at his girth while his length continued to ram in and out of her. She heard him grunting and groaning as he fought to control his own climax. "Oooohhhhhhhhh," she whimpered as her orgasm teetered on the edge for a second. She could feel it hanging there, suspended in the air as it waited for just the right second to come crashing down and over her. She felt the desk pressing hard into her breasts, mashing them and rubbing at her sensitive nipples as they slid back and forth with her body's thrusting movements. She lifted her head and leaned it back, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and grunted with her own desires. Then it happened. Her orgasm exploded inside of her with a thousand fireworks, her body rocketing with pleasure. She humped and jerked at his cock as he pumped her pussy with it. Her head snapped this way and that, her mouth hanging open and unintelligible noises rolling out of it. Her entire body tightened, tensed, then every nerve she had quivered, causing her body to shiver and quake before his thrusting member. Her orgasm was at its peak, blasting her body with a new explosive charge every second when he came. Her pussy muscles were clamped tight around him, squeezing at his cock and milking it for the seed that it would unleash. Suddenly he jammed himself forward and buried his cock as deep into her as he could with one powerful thrust. She felt his cock jerk inside of her then she felt the first splash of his juices as he pumped his load of semen into her sex. The sensation sent her orgasm to a new level, sent it skyrocketing higher and causing her body to jerk and thrust itself in a frenzied state of nerve jerks. She rocked her head, rolled it and threw her hair around as she pumped her hips back at his emptying cock. She groaned louder, moaned hungrier, wanting the feelings she was experiencing to last forever. They hung there, suspended as their orgasms both worked through their bodies. Her head was hanging back, her hair a mess now, her bottom lip quivering as she panted and gasped her desires. Her ass was jerking, its humping actions slowing as her orgasm peaked then started to subside. She pressed her breasts hard into the desk, feeling the pressure of it fuel their aching need. He had his hands on her hips and was grinding himself into her as his cock unleashed its hot load in rapid bursts then one long melting flood filling her up before it settled down. Gradually it started to soften, withering even as he made small humping actions at her still. "Ooohhhhhhh," she sighed when she could speak semi-intelligently once more. "Oooohhhhhh God yes." Lillian Muller He kept her there for a minute, his cock buried inside her sex while his hands caressed and stroked her hips. Eventually her head dropped back to the desk, laying and resting on the glass as she panted heavily. When he stepped back, his now flaccid cock pulling from her pussy, she felt a mixture of their juices run out and down her thighs. She whimpered softly. Weakly she slumped against the desk for a second before she felt his hands on her sides. He was pulling her back away from the desk, making her stand up. Even as he did this he turned her to him and she looked into his happy, satisfied face. She lifted her head up as he brought his head down to kiss her. Their tongues flashed against each other and other and began a long, frenetic search inside each others mouth. She then pulled up one of her lush firm breasts and fed the large nipple to his eager lips. She pushed herself up against him to feed more of herself to his desires. But then his hands were on her shoulders and he was pushing her down, forcing her to drop to her knees. Tired from the drilling she'd received she could not resist. She was made to kneel in front of him, his soft cock dangling before her, wet and glistening with her juices. His hands were in her hair now as he pulled her face forward toward that glistening cock. Reflexively she opened her mouth and reached her tongue out to lick the member. She tasted herself mixed with his semen on his flesh. He held her hair as she licked and cleaned his cock, sucking it into her mouth to work all of the juices off of him. When he was clean he pulled her face back away from him then reached down and helped to stand back up. Too weak to worry about her appearance she stood before him with her clothing in disarray and her hair hanging loosely about her face. He pulled up his pants and synched his belt while she stood waiting, her breathing shallow from exhaustion. He helped her to the chair, her body collapsing. Through blissed eyes she looked up at him as he smiled down at her, his hands fixing his attire, getting ready to leave. "Thank you Lillian," he said, winking at her, then he was gone. She remained sitting in the chair listening to his exit. Her mind was racing again, thrilling her with the events of the last hour. Slowly she got herself together, pulling her clothes on trying to fix her hair. She staggered out of office as if she were drunk. Later that night she heard from the director, but that's another story.