(This is the fourth part of a story about Rich Martin, a workaholic with relationship issues who wakes up one day to find himself in a porn movie. I really think the reader's best chance to follow what is happening in this chapter is to check out the previous three chapters. Oh and special thanks to my best buddy Dimps for her keen editorial eye.)
"Oui, oui, OUI!" Yvette yodeled as I repeatedly rammed my big throbbing cock into her tight little imitation French pussy. My hips flexed and pumped turning my king sized waterbed into a churning sea, as Yvette dug her dime store press-on nails into my toned ass, as much to keep me from falling off her as to try to get my dick even deeper into her steamy little love box. I could feel the familiar tingle of my scrotum tightening, and shifted into overdrive.
"Oh...oui...fuck...are you...mmm fuck... going to cum?" Yvette asked, sensing my rapidly approaching orgasm. "Give it to me. Give me zee beeg sticky pearl necklace!" She begged.
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and started cumming almost immediately. I meant to cum on her tits and groaned as that first rope came flying up my cock. Unfortunately due to the rip tide on my waterbed, that first rope went shooting over her head and splattered across my headboard. The next rope ended up in her belly button. I slithered up her body and slid my prick up between her two silicone implants as the third rope lubricated her cleavage. The head of my fuck stick peeked out from between boobs and shot another white gooey rope into her neck and chin. Yvette mashed her tits against my prick and milked out the rest of my orgasm as my eyes rolled back into my head.
Eventually the waves of the waterbed subsided and I was able to collapse on to the bed next to Yvette. I looked over, just as she pulled a long strand of my cum from her tits to that amazingly talented pink tongue of hers, and I felt what little blood that had left my dick make an immediate U-turn. Yvette glanced down and smiled as her tiny hand tried unsuccessfully to wrap around my pole.
"Oh monsieur Dick," she cooed. "Your baguette, he ez still hard. Are you ready for more of zee special French cleaning?"
It was almost physically painful to listen to her talk. She sounded like Inspector Clouseau's long lost love child. Still, she fucked like a mink, which mattered a lot more to me in situations like these.
It was a tempting suggestion, but I needed to shave my mustache off. "Yvette, while that sounds like a marvelous idea, I've got to get ready to go to work."
I leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek, "and my name is Rick."
"Oh monsieur Dick, you are sew funny." She giggled. She then rocked back and forth a couple of times to build up momentum, and made two complete revolutions as she rolled to the edge of the waterbed, where she was able to get up. Yvette struggled back into her made-in-Taiwan French maid costume, retrieved her feather duster from under my dresser and left the room humming a chorus of The Marseilles.
"Oh just like that, you dirty motherfucker!" Tiffany screamed as she bounced up and down on my prick. She had me straddled as I sat back in my naughahyde covered executive chair, and the steady slap, slap, slap sound of our two bodies crashing into each other filled the room. My arms were tightly wrapped around her slim waist, as I licked the trickling sweat from between her manmade breasts. I could feel my balls tighten as the results of our morning playtime headed towards its conclusion.
Tiffany and I had started fucking three hours ago. Against my desk, then on my desk, then up against the wall, stopping only because a shelf on the bookcase had collapsed. Finally, we had ended up in the chair.
Tiffany screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body, and her cunt muscles contracted around my throbbing pole. I was thrusting up to meet her hard and fast now, bellowing like a caveman.
Suddenly, Tiffany slithered out of my grasp and slid between my legs. "Feed me that hot cum baby," she moaned as she engulfed my cock with her plump red lips.
Her cheeks bulged as the first rope of my cum sprayed the roof of her mouth. Tiffany sucked greedily at the head of my exploding cock as she pumped my shaft with one hand and milked my heavy balls with the other.
Eventually, after what felt like a ten minute orgasm I slumped back in my chair, totally spent. Tiffany looked up at me, winked and then dribbled a mouthful of cum along the length of my cock which she then proceeded to nosily suck and lick back up.
After she was done, she rubbed the head of my still sticky rod against her lips. "So Dick, have you decided what you are going to do about Domino's offer?" she asked.
Oh god, I thought. Is it Wednesday again already? I made what I hoped was a non-comitial yet positive sounding grunt.
"It's time for you to run Cuntington Industries Dick," Tiffany said in a kind of sing song voice like a really bad actress would use to recite dialog.
"It's Rick," I said interrupting her. "My name is Rick."
Tiffany looked at me blankly for a moment. "God Dick, you're always joking." She said with a canned chuckle. "We're going to have all sorts of fun when we are running the company."
I smiled and nodded but didn't say anything.
"I know this is hard for you because of your mother," Tiffany said starting in with her singsong dialog again.
It almost physically hurt to listen to Tiffany when we weren't having sex. I swear to god, she is the only person I've ever known, who I got along with best while they referred to me as "motherfucker."
I ran my hand over my face, and noticed my mustache had grown back again. "Uh Tiffany," I said as I pulled the razor and shaving cream out of my desk. "I hate to be rude, but I need a personal hygiene break."
I put an X in the center box. The first O went in the lower left hand corner, which was quickly followed by another X in the upper left hand corner. Luckily, I made the key defensive move, and the next O went in the lower right hand corner. A lesser man would have missed the threat this move placed on the board, but I was no novice, and placed a X in the center lower square, which in turn lead to the automatic response of O to the upper center square, and that was quickly followed by two more moves, and I found myself looking at my 9,783rd consecutive cat's game.
I put my pen down. God, Tic-tac-toe sucks when you play by yourself. However, just then I remembered those painfully awkward three hours I had spent trying to teach Tiffany how to play that one time, and suddenly it didn't seem so bad.
Regardless, I'd filled up the last blank space of paper. I glanced at my ginormous digital watch it was only 2:30. I had to figure out what to do with the rest of the afternoon, but what to do? The lesbian lunch orgy was probably in full swing in the break room, but it would have been my third lesbian orgy for the week, and to be honest I was a little lesbianed out. I could go home. There was that girl, whatshername? She always seemed to be hanging around the pool, and she was double jointed which was kind of cool, but I was really in the mood for something different.
Mr. Hardcock's secretary, Juana Bendmiova, was getting royally fucked by Lance Hardwood when I walked into Hardcock's office. She lay splayed across the top of Hardcock's imitation mahogany desk, her long tan legs spread wide as Lance's thick curved cock pistoned in and out of her. Her white knuckle grip on the sides of the desk was the only thing keeping her from shooting across the room.
Mr. Hardcock was sitting in his chair on the other side of the room, with his cheap slacks around his ankles watching the show as he languidly pumped his fairly impressive fuck rod.
"Yes Dick?" He asked not looking away from the dirty rut taking place on his desk blotter.
"Don't get up, please." I said quickly as I walked across the room. "I just want to take a look at the Titswallow proposal."
I'd seen Hardcock a few times with the proposal. It was an almost 5 inch thick stack of papers, and while I didn't know what was on the papers, I did know reading even complete legal gobblygook would keep me busy for hours.
I pulled the stack of papers out of the top drawer of a cheap metal filing cabinet. It looked promising; as far as I could tell none of the pages were blank. The first page started with pure legal boiler plate, part of the first part, whereas, therefore, and so on and so forth. However within about five lines the words became a series of blurry jumbles that by the middle of the page had morphed into tiny pictures of attractive people fucking like weasels. I glanced down at the bottom of the page and saw the pictures were now completely animated. Well it had been a good idea on paper. I dropped the pages back into the file cabinet.
"Is everything ok, Dick?" Mr. Hardcock asked looking away from his bank of TV monitors. Apparently, in the movie Hardcock was supposed to be this insatiable voyeur, which would explain why he had Lance in his office fucking his secretary as he also watched the lesbian lunchroom orgy on a closed circuit TV.
"Yeah," I sighed, "everything is just fine."