The Depraved Stockbroker

CHAPTER ONE-2

Paul was beginning to pant at the way her fingers were working. He was aching to yank his pants down and free his throbbing c**k so she could fondle and play with it. One day he would even convince her to suck it, and imagining the sight of her beautiful face surrounding his meatroll only made him that much hotter.

Raising her torso a little, she pressed her hot, round t**s into her face, letting the n****e of her right breast graze his lips.

She sure learns fast, Paul thought.

Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and began licking, letting the point of his tongue circle the n****e again and again, tasting the goosepimply hardness of the rubber bud. Pris trembled, and tightly enclosed his head with both her arms, pressing his face closer to her hot t**s.

She trembled, thrilling to the heat of his breath as it ran up from her n****e to her breast. He had a nice way of kissing her there, and even though his nose was long, it didn't get in the way.

Paul eased his head away from her body and grabbed at the two small bowls of flesh with his hands. Even though they were small, the breasts felt so full and firm. Because they were so small, he couldn't press them together, and the valley between them was very wide. But it was a lovely white, clean valley, and he was unable to resist leaning forward and licking into it with his long, hot tongue. He licked her white, warm flesh again and again, lapping all over. He moved his head from side to side, using his tongue to wet her white breasts all over except for the aureolae and n*****s. For a moment he avoided touching them, knowing his tongue, lapping at her alabaster flesh, would have her aching for him to lick her n*****s again.

Pris began squirming and writhing, attempting to bring her n*****s to his mouth, first turning one way to try and bring her left n****e to him, and then turning the other way and bringing her right n****e to him. But each time she moved, he moved his tongue, continually washing the whiteness of her flesh without touching the pink; driving her mad with shuddering lust she'd never known was inside her. His hands pushed hard on the outside of her small breasts in some kind of attempt to bring them together, so his licking between them might feel like a wet c**k sliding into her cunt. But her firm jugs just weren't large enough.

Now he began licking the pink caps of each aureole, still avoiding her n****e. It made her writhe all the more, and she wished he would lick the n****e.

Finally, unable to stand it any more, she whispered, "My n*****s. Suck my nipples."

Now Paul realized how well his oral tactics were working. He was making her beg to have her n*****s lapped. He was getting her so sexually aroused that she was becoming part of what was happening, and this was important. For if she enjoyed it, he would have no trouble using her to keep all his large investment clients happy. With a little bit of luck, he'd be able to entice Steffie into doing the same thing, and he would have a blonde and a brunette, thereby able to satisfy the tastes of most of his clients. And by the time Jacobson & Co. decided to fire the girls for lack of production, he would be "training" two more to take their place. He finally had it made after all these years. And he was going to enjoy it to the hilt.

His tongue began lightly licking the n*****s again, first the right one, then the left, compressing his lips around them one at a time, and pulling. He enjoyed watching each tit seemingly pull away from the rest of her body as his lips tugged on the extended n****e, strongly sucking the thick nails of elastic pinkness.

"Ummmmmmm..." she moaned softly.

Yes, he was getting to her, all right. He was really turning her on, arousing her, building the banks of flame higher and higher inside her. It was truly a pleasure, too. Her flesh was so clean and tasty. He had no idea his was the first mouth to suck these lovely n*****s, otherwise he might have lingered there all day.

As it was, he was sucking harder, working on the left teat, then the right. Pris caressed his ugly face between the soft palms of her hands, pulling his lips into her small mounds as if each were a tiny rubber cushion.

Her n*****s were like soft candy in his mouth, so chewy, so delicious, and he began biting into them, making her writhe and gasp even more. His teeth bit into each soft aureole as his wildly licking tongue caressed the flesh. And Pris became more and more aroused, writhing all the more, gasping all the louder, breathing that much more heavily.

Remembering how much he had enjoyed her touching that thick piece of pipe at his groin, she moved her fingers lower, seeking his c**k. At the same time, his own hot hands moved along her slender waist, sliding over her slightly swollen hip, moving gently across the front of her thighs until they reached the soft bulge of her own pelvic mount.

Pris jumped at his touch. Although she was touching him in the very same place, she hadn't supposed he would attempt to touch her there.

"It's all right," Paul Fink whispered to her. "It's all right. Don't be afraid. No matter what I do, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. It'll all feel nice. You'll see."

Taking a deep breath, she fell back on the sofa, her head hitting the arm roll at the end. And he was with her, holding tightly to her, grasping her body to his, kissing her mouth with greater vehemence.

Somehow, her hand was still on his crotch, feeling the thick, ropelike thing in his pants.

"Open my zipper," he encouraged, whispering in her ear. "Take it out."

He parted his thighs slightly, giving her better access to his groin. Her hand felt around for the zipper tab, and, finding it, began pulling down. At the same time, her own white thighs opened under her skirt, and her body thrilled to the pressure of his hand as it slid underneath and pressed into her panty crotch, pushing it into the wet divide of her sodden p***y. She automatically responded to the pressure of his hand, enticingly rubbing her pouting pussylips against the probing hand. She moaned as his heavy palm rubbed the heated, moist swelling of her anxious labia.

To Pris this was all so new and wonderful. She had never experienced sensations like this, and she was truly enjoying herself to the utmost. If pleasing male clients meant she would enjoy these feelings herself, she was more than willing. Imagine earning money this way. Wow!

She felt him tugging her skirt off. Reaching to the side, she pulled down a zipper, making things easier for him. Then it occurred to her he might want his own pants off, and so she unhooked the front of his pants. She rose, sliding her skirt off, watching as he kicked off his own pants. Then, seeing him start to pull off his jockey shorts, she tugged her own panties off.

Christ! Paul thought, staring up at her body. She was fantastic. What a lovely body. And it would all be his. Yes, he was the one to teach this new employee what it was all about. And he could see from the way she was sensuously writhing that she was hotter than a burning oven. She also removed her pantyhose.

His dangling underpants were down around his ankles, and as she leaned against him again, she used her bare toes to kick them off. She felt him pulling her tightly against his hairy body, his swollen, hoselike c**k pressing against the bush of midnight moss between her own white thighs. His throbbing c**k could feel how wet her p***y hairs were.

She could feel the bristly hairs on his crotch, as well, able to sense how thick it was. And when he pushed her back to look at her ebony-covered mount, she was able to see the hungry glitter in his eyes.

Reaching for her hips, he pulled her against him and rubbed his thick c**k between the slimy separation of pink p***y labia. Pris began shivering all over, not knowing why, feeling all kinds of flame blister through her entire body. She was so hot, she felt as if fire were shooting from her fingertips. A strange hunger was working its way up inside her as she used her own, sinuous, soft arms to hold him close to her. She humped the lower half of her body against his, forcefully pressing her soft, tender cuntlips against his solid c**k, wondering why it was a man had a thing like that between her thighs.

Pris had learned nothing about the differences between men and women in her young life. Her parents had tried to keep all the "dirty thoughts" from even entering her head. As a result, she had not been able to discuss boys with girls her own age as she had grown up. True, her parents had allowed her to date, but only after carefully scrutinizing the boy in advance, and having a long talk with him before letting him take their daughter out. Even so, more than one boy had managed to caress her breasts through her blouse, as if defying her parents. Her purity was such, had her parents not spoken to the boys, it was probable they would not have even gone that far.

"My God!" Fink whispered. "You really are a virgin."

"What do you mean, a virgin?" Pris asked. "I mean, no boy has ever entered your body before."

"Entered my body?" she asked, curious how one person could enter the body of another.

"I mean no man has ever taken his p***s, this thick thing between my legs, and pushed it into the sweet, honeyed hole between your legs," he explained.

"Well then, I guess I'm a virgin," she nodded. "I mean, I've dated boys before, and a few have touched my bosom, but no, no man has ever entered me, as you so quaintly phrase it."

"Well I guess you've just been waiting for the right c**k to come along."

"The right what?"

"c**k. That's another word for p***s. c**k, prick, wang, dong, d**k, schlong, schvance, rod, dingus, pecker. They all mean the same thing. Just as that nice cave in your body is called a cunt, a v****a, a t**t, a p***y, a snatch, a box, a nest, and so on. And I think it's time to see if mine is the right cock."

"Well, how can you tell if it's right or wrong?" Pris asked him.

"Just by seeing if it fits inside you. Sometimes it takes a little shoving, but if mine is the right c**k for your p***y, it'll fit right in, eventually."

"Okay," she nodded, as his fingers began rubbing her n*****s, watching the way she reacted.

Seeing her sweet, innocent face once again made him wish his c**k was buried in her mouth. But then he wouldn't be able to use her cunt. What the hell! Maybe he'd let Steffie blow him.

Pris was a little confused, herself. Paul had told her the hole between her thighs was for a man's p***s. She had always thought in terms of liquid waste matter being eliminated from that area, just as solid waste matter left by way of her rectum. She wondered if the p***s was supposed to be stuffed into that hole, as well, or did the man have another portion of his anatomy to fit in there. For that matter, there was her navel, her ears, and even her nostrils. Were each of these meant to be stuffed with something? And then there was... her mouth? God! What else could a man have attached to him if he was supposed to fill all her holes?