Enticed! Part 3

She was picked up, the thrusting hand never leaving her wet p.u.s.s.y. It continued to pound her even as she was carried and laid on the messy surface of the office desk, and her jeans and shoes pulled all the way off. She opened her eyes slightly to see the brown haired man lower his face back down to her dark pink c.l.i.t and suck it into her mouth. She groaned softly, and shuddered. The dark haired man leaned over her then, his hands fondling and kneading her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He grinned at her. "These are great," he said. "Anyone ever tell you that?"

Tamara moaned and nodded, panting.

He chuckled. "What do you want me to do with your t.i.ts, honey?"

She shuddered, gasping, her hips slamming hard into the thrusting hand of the brown haired man, who was moaning by this time, sucking her very hard.

"Ah. A little too breathless to talk?"

Tamara nodded, her body shaking with each thrust. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggled enticingly under the voracious gaze of the dark haired man. He considered, then grabbed her lace top and ripped it from her body. She screamed, panting, moaning, as he lowered his face to a breast, running his tongue in long strokes over the sides, her cleavage, then around the other one, circling slowly up over the shuddering soft flesh, but not touching her nipples. He repeated this over and over with each breast, until Tamara was quivering violently, her moans now loud groans of pleasure. Finally, he ran his wet tongue over a nipple, and Tamara screamed. Her body spasmed as she came in the brown haired man's face, much to his enjoyment. Hot, musky juice flowed out of her, and the dark haired man simply smiled, running his tongue over her other nipple, grinning at the repeated screams of the woman, and her shuddering.

The hand that was stuffed up inside her slid out. A tongue licked her dark pink flesh slowly, cleaning up all the moisture that came out of her. Tamara lay there, atop the desk, shivering, eyes squeezed shut.

A voice came in her ear then, "Off the desk. On the floor," it commanded, "On your hands and knees."

She felt something wrap around her closed eyes, and she gasped softly. "Whata" ?"

She was jerked up, pulled off the desk, and shoved to the floor. She took up the ordered position, trembling.

There were voices above her. "You were right, she does look great naked. Wish we could keep her."

"Yeah. I saw her dance enough times that I know her body pretty well."

Tamara tried to get up, but was just shoved back down.

"Stay there."

Tamara shivered, waiting. Then she felt a presence behind her, and something hard and silky smooth pushed against her slick, wet flesh. She began to moan as it slowly slid into her depths, stretching her as it did so. As this happened, something pressed against her lips, demanding entrance. She could taste the liquid as she opened her mouth and another silky shaft filled her. She suckled at all the flesh she could reach, moaning loudly.

A deep chuckle sounded above her.

A thrusting motion began, slowly at first, as the two men impaled her between them. Tamara groaned deeply, matching their rhythm, moving slowly back and forth. Low grunts came from the two men, as they increased their pace. Tamara squirmed, keeping her movements slow as they moved faster into her. She heard a groan over her head, and two hands entwined in her hair, moving her faster. The grip of the other man, who had his hands on her hips, tightened, and he began to slam himself hard into her body. She gasped, groaning again herself, as her body shook with the impacts into her mouth and p.u.s.s.y.

The slamming and sucking quickened into a frenzy.

The sounds coming from the office were wild, loud, primal, and as Jake opened the door in curiosity and some concern, the sight that met his eyes forced him back several paces.

Here was Tamara, naked, glistening with sweat, on her hands and knees on the floor, being f.u.c.ked by the two towing men. He stared, alarmed and at the same time incredibly aroused by it. His hand went to the front of his jeans, to adjust himself, rubbing there a moment. He watched as the men pounded her, movements erratic and wild, the woman gyrating between them.

It wasn't much longer before they both came, the man in her mouth first, exploding his seed down her throat, as she swallowed hungrily, suckling at him for more. The second man joined them, a loud yell of release torn from his throat as he impaled her to the hilt and shook.

Jake quickly closed the door, and headed back off to his hangar, before they saw him.

Tamara slumped.

The two slid themselves out of her body, grinning. The dark haired one unfastened the blindfold around Tamara's head, and helped her to a sitting position on the floor.

The brown haired man chuckled softly. "I think that'll cover the towing costs, babe."

Tamara blinked at them, as they began to dress. "Good," she said quietly, smiling. She looked around for her clothes, retrieving her jeans and shoes. She found the torn top and smirked. "You ought to reimburse me for this," she said.

The dark haired man grinned. He watched her pull on her jeans, eyes locked on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "You look better without it, honey," he said.

Tamara laughed. "Yeah, but still." She stood up, and walked over towards them. "I take it I was good?" She sat on the edge of the desk.

The brown haired man smiled, nodding. "d.a.m.n good f.u.c.k," he said, running his hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He grinned as her nipples hardened under his touch. "I should have got some pictures. You'd look good on the wall in here."

Tamara grinned. "I'll have to come back and let you take some then."

The light haired man's hands began to knead her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he chuckled softly. "d.a.m.n, woman. You got me wanting to screw you again already."

Tamara leaned forward and kissed him. "Maybe later," she whispered, "You can both have me again, and count it as a free tow for next time."

The dark haired man laughed, grabbing the woman from his companion and planting a deep kiss on her. "You come back soon, sweetheart," he muttered, now moving his hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I'm gonna miss these t.i.ts."

Tamara giggled, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s shuddered in his hands. "Okay," she said softly, and slid off the desk, sauntering for the door. She opened it, gave a wave, wiggled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for them, and let the door close as she walked over to her ship, to get herself another top.

A couple of the tow company's employees watched her walk across the landing bay, eyes wide. * * * *

Tamara made her way back to Jake's hangar, now wearing a thin white halter-top that stretched tightly across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She had matched this with a pair of white jeans. She leaned in his door. "Jake?"

Jake appeared from an inside room, and smiled at her. "So. Got everything worked out?" His eyes locked on her chest.

Tamara nodded, walking into the office. "How long do you think it will take to fix her?"

He shrugged. "A day, maybe less."

Tamara grinned, and sat on the edge of his desk as he sat down. "Oh good," she said.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off the thin white material. The shadows of her nipples were dark against the fabric, and it stretched with each breath she took.

She looked at him. "Jake?"

He raised his eyes to her face, reluctantly. "Yeah?"

"Need anything else from me?"

Jake blinked. "Uh. No, thanks Tam."

Tamara leaned forward. Jake groaned inwardly. Now he could see right down the front of her top. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were very close to his face now. He suppressed an urge to flick his tongue out and lick at those full round globes.

Tamara looked at him a long moment, watching his face. She slid closer to him, watching his eyes widen as they continued to train on her chest.

"Need anything else from me, Jake?" she repeated, her voice a deep, rich whisper.

Jake groaned softly. He felt his member stirring and hardening as his vision was filled with her soft, smooth skin. He licked his lips, his tongue lingering on his lower lip.

She was breathing quicker now, he could tell. Her chest rose and fell faster, and was driving him insane with want.

"Yeah," he groaned, leaning forward. His tongue reached out, and slid slowly into her cleavage, caressing the soft flesh. He slid one strap of her top over her shoulder, slowly, hooking his thumb in the material, and pulling on it. His lips touched her flesh, kissing her, as the material slipped down, revealing one full breast. He moved his kisses to the dark, hardened nipple, and pulled it into his mouth.

Tamara moaned softly, sliding around the desk to sit before him as he suckled her breast. Her hips squirmed a bit as she watched him, and her hands slid into his dark brown hair, tightening. "You like?" she breathed.

Jake looked up, into her deep grey eyes, and nodded. His tongue toyed with her nipple softly, then swathed it in a long, slow lick.

"How long?" she asked, still looking at him.

He grinned. "Since the first time I saw you," he muttered, looking down at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "The first time I saw you, you were wearing a thin white top and a pair of blue panties." He licked her nipple again. "The first time you brought your ship in for repairs. I came on board, and you weren't dressed yet."

She looked at him. "I don't remember that."

He grinned, pushing his tongue into her cleavage. He leaned forward, suckling at the rise of skin visible over her still covered breast. Then he looked back up at her. "I know. I left before you could see me. Ever since then, I wanted to see you naked. Wanted to f.u.c.k you." He leaned forward to bury his face in her cleavage.

Tamara moaned softly. "Oh..." she breathed. She fumbled with the fastening to her jeans and unzipped them. "Then help me get my jeans off," she whispered.

Jake made a slight sound, pulling his face away reluctantly. Tamara slid off the desk to stand in front of him, and slid her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed hold of her jeans as she slid back onto the desk, removed her shoes and pulled the jeans all the way off her. Then he looked her over, sliding forward in his desk chair, pulling one leg on each side of him.

She was wearing a damp, lacy white G-string, her top pulled down to cradle one large, full breast, and he grinned. His hand closed around her exposed breast, while the other pulled her top down, letting her breast slide out of its own accord. He left her top that way, fondling her soft flesh a moment, then he let go, leaned back in his chair, and admired her.

Tamara smiled, running one hand over her chest, playing with a nipple, then sliding down her stomach, over her panties, to stroke herself there.

Jake grinned, his hand going to the waistband of his jeans. He unfastened them. "Perform for the video, Tamara," he said softly.

Tamara blinked. "Video?"

He nodded, unzipping his jeans, and reaching inside. "Yeah. My video surveillance camera. I'm recording this. It's always on."

Tamara moaned softly. "Oh," she said, glancing around, her hand moving faster against her panties. "Where is it?"

Jake smiled, groaning softly as his hand moved inside his jeans. "Never mind where it is. Just know it can see you perfectly."

Tamara's fingers pressed harder, and she shuddered slightly. "A-anyone watching it?" she managed, as fresh moisture dampened the already soaked material between her legs.

Jake laughed deeply. "Probably. Give them a good show."

Tamara leaned back, fingers slipping under her panties, to move against her flesh unrestricted.

Jake reached up, and pushed the material aside, watching her slide her fingers over the slick, dark red flesh, playing with it, now and then slipping a finger inside. He grinned. "Nice. Very nice. Just keep doing that," he breathed, his own hand moving faster in his jeans.

"Can you get my panties off me?" she panted, hips gyrating as she slid another finger into her p.u.s.s.y. "I can't stop long enough toa""

There was a soft sound of ripping material, and the panties fell away. Jake slipped the pocket knife back into his pocket, and ran a finger over her completely exposed flesh. He relished the gasp that came from her and stuck his finger in his mouth. "Mm," he purred. "Very nice. Keep it up. I want to watch you make yourself come. You think you can do that for me, Tam?"

"Uunnhh-huuuh..." Tamara groaned, sliding two more fingers into her body. Her hips thrust against her hand, a wet, slurping sound, mixed with her panting moans. Jake's hand slowed as he watched, his teeth gritting.

"Yeah, that's it. Come for me."

Tamara fell back onto the desk, papers and other desk objects scattering, her body writhing as she curled her hand and slid it inside her, spreading herself for Jake's and the camera's view. She grunted, squirming as she pounded her hand into herself. Her other hand found a breast, squeezing it as her hips rose off the desk.

Jake grinned, watching her. His eyes drank in every bit of her, wiggling around on top of his desk, her juices running over her flesh and dampening his papers. The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he longed to lean forward and suck her neglected c.l.i.t, red and quivering in front of him. He licked his lips hungrily as she screamed, body spasming, fresh moisture flowing out of her. He leaned forward and took her engorged c.l.i.t into his mouth, suckling on it ravenously.

Tamara screamed again, even louder than before, shuddering again. Her body flopped about on the desk and she could barely hear his deep, throaty chuckle as his hands closed like vices around her hips, and he raised his face from her.

Jake dragged her off the desk, and impaled her on his erection, now free of his jeans and waiting to be encased in her hot, quivering body. Tamara fell forward, b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressing into his face, as he began to raise and lower her on his c.o.c.k. A low, appreciative groan came from him, and she felt his mouth lock around a nipple, suckling it lightly, then sucking, pulling as much of her soft flesh into his mouth as he could.

She shuddered and groaned. His hips thrust underneath her as his hands raised her up off him, then slammed her back down. He repeated this several times, then pulled her off, sitting her back on the desk. He released her nipple, grinning l.u.s.tily, and shoved his pants down.

"Turn around, Tam, honey, and lean over the desk."

Tamara slid off the desk, shakily, and did as he asked, presenting him and the camera with a full, sensual view of her b.u.t.t and p.u.s.s.y as she spread her legs. "You wanna f.u.c.k me from behind?" she asked, her voice deep and s.e.xy. She wiggled her a.s.s and giggled softly.

Jake laughed. "Yeah. I wanna f.u.c.k you this way first. Then I'll f.u.c.k you any way you want." He slid his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y, grabbing hold of her hips. He began to move, slowly, sliding in and out of her body, maddeningly slow. Tamara moaned.

"What? You want it faster, baby?" Jake asked, his voice low and rough. "Want me to do it harder?"

Tamara groaned softly, nodding.

Jake continued his slow attack on her p.u.s.s.y. "If you want it, Tam, say it."

She wiggled a little, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brushing against the papers littering the desk. "Harder," she managed. "Really hard."

Jake laughed. "You like it rough, huh?" He slid out of her, waited a moment, then slammed into her, hard. He began a quick pace, each thrust driving deep into her, and making her squeal. He liked the sound of her, and gripped her hips hard, pounding her faster. "Like this?" he grunted.

"Yes..." Tamara moaned, panting, between squeals. "Hard. f.u.c.k me hard." She gasped sharply as another spasm wracked her body, "Yeah ... f.u.c.k me harder! Harder! G.o.ds, Jake, harder!"

Jake grunted, slamming into her body as hard as he could, impaling her on his shaft, quicker and quicker as her screams filled his ears. Her body shook under him, and he felt her insides clutch at him as she came again, bathing his c.o.c.k in hot wetness. He groaned, loudly, as his own body shuddered, and exploded into her suddenly as he hilted himself inside her. He yelled, shaking, then collapsed atop her.

They lay that way, half on, half off the desk in his office for several minutes. Jake kissing Tamara's sweat dampened neck.

Finally, Jake rose off her, and pulled himself out. Tamara moaned. He slid his hands under her and gently turned her over, gathering her trembling body up in his arms as he slumped into his desk chair.

"Thata"" he finally managed to say, "a"was fantastic."

Tamara cuddled into him, and he held her in his chair for a while, enjoying the feel of her soft, hot body against his.

Tamara smiled, kissing his cheek. "Yes," she whispered. "It was."

"I waited too d.a.m.n long to do that," he said. "Too d.a.m.n long."

Tamara nodded.

Jake grinned. "You're a great f.u.c.k, Tamara," he said. "I'm gonna have to do this again."

Tamara giggled softly. "So are you, Jake. So am I."

Jake laughed. "Guess I'm not gonna get any work done today, huh?" His hand traveled over her shoulder to cup her breast. "With you around, it's gonna be really hard to, you know?"

Tamara giggled again. "Yeah. Really hard."