EXTRACT FOR
THE SCREAM OF NO RETURN
(Kim Hardwick)

"What kind of films do you produce, Marcus?"  Surprisingly, now she was the one who inched closer to me.

Excellent!  

"I create works of art dealing with bondage, sadism and the entire lifestyle associated with it."  Now I stop and let her choose her move.  She can either become wealthy and famous or she can stand up and leave and continue her boring life of mediocrity.

What does she do?  She inches even closer to where I sit.

"What exactly would I have to do, Marcus?"  I can feel her hot breath; we are practically lip to lip.

Reaching up to fondle her nipples, I softly pinch them and lean over to give her a kiss, "You would just have to follow my direction and enjoy your body's response to me and then afterwards, start planning on what to do with all the money you will make."

Kissing me back passionately, where I kissed her softly, she reached down and gave my incredibly hard erection a squeeze.  "And how soon can I audition for your studio?"

Unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her lace bra, I pull it down to reveal her incredibly erect nipples, which I take with my thumb and forefinger and squeeze them firmly, "We can start your audition right now."

Her left hand was trying to unzip my pants and expose my cock; obviously her reaction suggested that she hadn't enjoyed the attentions of an erect penis in some time.  Sitting next to me, I angled it so that her mouth was buried deep within my crotch, while her ass was exposed to my right hand.  My right hand was having fun with her wet and sticky vagina.

After letting her tongue explore the contours of my rigid eight inch cock (thank you, Cialis), and just before falling down that slippery slope leading to blowing my wad, I gently pulled her mouth from my manhood by grabbing her hair and at the same time, increased the pace of my finger fucking.  Time to at least get her off before the real audition began.

"No, Marcus, not yet, you are so close."  Her husky voice betrayed her horniness.  Obviously, this thirty six year old divorcee had not had a man's cock in her mouth in ages.  Eventually I'll let her drink of my seed, but first, I have to truss her up and inflict the agony of the whip on her.  And if she passes, I shall then destroy the innocence of her nipples.  Either way, she is going to be broken tonight.

It only took about three minutes of my fingers doing their magic before she trembled and convulsed and experienced a devastating orgasm.  She shook more than a freshly caught large mouthed bass.

Lifting her to her feet in one motion, and running my sticky fingers up from her vagina through her anus, I steadied her before removing her clothes.   A woman in her thirties with a pre-teen child knows what to expect when she shows up alone in a man's apartment.  In particular when that man happens to be a film producer dealing in erotica and is over six feet tall with a body like a slightly overweight Adonis and a ponytail.  

In other words, she came expecting to be fucked and having her womb subjected to an untold volume of sperm trying to fertilize her.  Too bad for her, it's not going to happen like that; at least not tonight.