Behind curtain number two, a similar scene was progressing. The middle-aged man bade Tammy to sit down on the chair. He knelt before her and reaching up her dress, pulled down her lacy panties.
"These are very nice," he said.
"They should be," said Tammy. "I bought them here."
"Yes, I thought I recognized them," said the middle-aged man.
Then, after carefully folding the flimsy undergarment, he pushed back Tammy's skirt around her hips, fully exposing her pussy. She always liked to feel air about her pussy and so she had shaved off all her hair there.
"Ahh," said the middle-aged man, "bald pubis."
"It's ever so delicate," said Tammy coquettishly.
"I shall be ever so delicate, also," said the middle-aged man. With that, he pushed her back in the chair. Tammy lifted her legs and pressed her feet against the sides of the small dressing room. The middle-aged man was in a feeding trough of sorts, his head caught between Tammy's lean and long legs, with nothing but her hairless pussy to chew upon.
"This is ever so civilized," said he, "for I won't have to worry about getting any hair stuck between my teeth."
"I don't know if that would increase sales or not," said Tammy, giving it a serious consideration. She liked to indulge in retail promotion schemes as a sort of hobby.
"Well, then," said the middle-aged man, "let us begin."
His head dipped down to her pussy lips and with his long wet tongue, soon teased them open to reveal her pink little clitoris. "Ahh," he moaned.
"Ahh," she moaned.
Having found the pearl of her pleasure, his tongue went to work immediately. Tammy pitched back and forth, jamming her pussy hard against the middle-aged man's mouth. His tongue dug deep inside her, like an extremely dexterous dick. She began gushing forth pussy juice, which he lapped up like the honey it was.
"Ohhh, baby," she said. "You give such delightful head."
He did not pause to reply, but only increased the manipulations of his clever little tongue. Tammy felt warm wave after warm wave come splashing over her body. She opened her knees even farther, pressing her pussy upwards and forwards into the man's face.
Finally, she shook with the first wave of cumming.
"Oooh, baby, baby. I'm getting off, I'm getting off. I'm… aaaah."
Her knees bounced back and forth, she pressed her high-heeled feet so hard into the wall that both heels punched through the dry wall. Now her legs were caught, spread right open.
"Oh, dear," she said. "I believe my feet are stuck."
The middle-aged man stood back to admire the view, Tammy's nice bald pussy, open to the world, with her legs spread wide apart, her heels hooked into the wall.
"Well," said he, "we might as well take advantage of the situation."
"Yes," she agreed, "we might as well. I don't believe, however, that you've put on a fashion show for me yet."
"As you request," said the middle-aged man. He first removed his tuxedo coat and hung it upon a hanger, then his ruffled shirt. He undid his belt, then unbuttoned the various buttons and latches holding up his tuxedo pants. When he slipped them down, a ten-inch cock bounced up, eager to go.
"Oh, my goodness, goodness," cried out Tammy. As soon as she saw the enormous member, she wanted it deep inside her. She wanted to be fucked like nobody's business.
"Oh, goodness, you had better fuck me quickly with that before it's declared illegal."
As you request, said the middle-aged man. Kneeling in front of her once more, he grasped her about the hips and positioned the tip of his ten-incher at the lips of her bald pussy. He thrust inside just enough to make Tammy squirm.
"I must see your tits," he said.
With his dick inside her pussy, he reached up to her blouse and undid the buttons. So worn out with pleasure, Tammy let him do most of the work, pushing her forward to take off her louse. Then he undid her bra and her tits spilled out. They were gorgeous. She had been blessed with extremely long nipples, an inch high, and they pointed right at the man's mouth.
"Oh, these are made for sucking, too," he cried out, and quickly bent forward to put his mouth about the left nipple, then the right, as if he didn't know which one to suck first.
Then, he grabbed her left tit and caressed it while he sucked on her right nipple. With his cock just barely inside her, with his left hand pulling on her left nipples and his lips sucking on her right, her legs spread wide and her feet caught against the wall, Tammy suddenly had an orgasm. It just sort of sneaked up on her before she could hardly know what was happening.
"Ooh, baby, baby, I'm cumming!"
He smiled. Her cum had released another flood of honey juice and it dripped down from her pussy.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked. "I just came with only an inch in me. What's going to happen when you give me the other nine?"
"I'm up for the adventure," said the man.
"Yes," cried Tammy, "let's be adventurous."
With that, he slowly pushed the entire shaft of his dick into her tight little pussy, blue-veined inch by blue-veined inch. Tammy's legs shook and trembled, locked into the wall, her pussy just bare and exposed and begging to be fucked. She shook her head back and forth furiously, and putting her hands on his ass, pushed him in as far as he could go.
"Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me, you big bull. Fuck me."
He didn't start fucking her full out once his dick was shoved up her, however. Instead, he caressed her tits some more. Tammy had always been in love with her tits. She had paid a lot of money for them. The best Beverly Hills plastic surgeon had added just the right amount of gelatin to make her big tits stand up even when she was laying down. She knew men loved them. The middle-aged man began circling his tongue about her erect inch-long nipple, then he began sucking on it, harder and harder.
"Ooh, please, please, fuck me," she cried out louder. "I must have some big dick and soon."
The middle-aged man had been around long enough to know not to give in immediately to the pleadings of these Beverly Hills women. If you waited a bit, they would appreciate it ever so much more. The secret was to tease them until they didn't think they could take any more and then really give it to them.
That was why the middle-aged man was going to milk out every bit of pleasure from Tammy's tits. He rolled his tongue about her big left nipple, then her right. She shook them about, twisting and squirming, trying to get some action from his dick, which was simply inside her like a barbecue spit but not moving. He spit on each nipple, then blew on them.
"Oh, don't, don't," cried out Tammy. "That's driving me nuts. Nuts! Please, please, fuck me. I mean it. Fuck me right now."
But the middle-aged man only smiled. "You have such beautiful breasts," he said.
"They should be," snapped back Tammy. "I paid fifty thousand dollars for them."
She thought back to the post-operation recovery, when she went into Dr. Dickson's office for her final visit. He had her remove her blouse and stand before him. Then he got out a caliper and carefully measured each breast and then the nipple. "Ahh," he said. "Perfect-o."
With another device, he measured the angle of her tits, how far they stuck out, the aim of her nipples, etc. "And again," he said, "absolutely perfect."
Tammy couldn't help posing a bit before the good doctor, who, no doubt, had seen thousands of tits in his lifetime. He was the best tit-man in Beverly Hills and had recently bought a gigantic mansion that was capped by, of course, a large dome with a cupola on top, in a quiet understatement of the man's professional preoccupation.
"How is the sensation?" asked Dr. Dickson.
"They feel… good," replied Tammy. He put his finger at the base of the breast. "Do you feel this?"
"Yes."
"And here?"
"Yes."
He kept working closer and closer to her pointy nipples, which were quickly becoming hard and even more pointy. Finally, he held each nipple in his fingers and pulled gently. "And how about this?"
"Oh, yes," said Tammy. She couldn't disguise it anymore. She was really turned on.
Dr. Dickson was such a distinguished looking gentleman, probably in his fifties with a little goatee and a little pot belly. He was one of the most respected members in the medical community. And one of the richest. Women from all over Beverly Hills would pay any price he asked for his designer-tits.
Now Dr. Dickson slowly lowered his head to Tammy's nipples and gave the left, then the right a little flick of his tongue. "Do you feel that?"
"All the way to my pussy," said Tammy, then turned red in the face, embarrassed she had been so vulgar in front of a professional, respected doctor.
"Oh, yes?" said Dr. Dickson. "Perhaps we should examine you there, too."
Now Tammy was truly embarrassed, for she knew the good doctor would find that her pussy was just oozing juice. She could already feel that her panties were wet. What would he think of her, a married woman, creaming in her panties over a distinguished doctor.
But it was too late. The doctor insisted that he examine every part of her body. And so Tammy took down her dress, then sat up on the examining table. Dr. Dickson reached for her panties and pulled them down her long legs.
"Now just lean back and thrust forward your vagina, Mrs. Vanderhosen," he said.
"Yes, Doctor."
This was too much for Tammy. She knew that her juices were flowing out of her pussy and probably staining the paper on the examining table. Maybe, she thought, she could tell him that she had some kind of problem in that area, too.
"Ahh," said Dr. Dickson, looking at her nice little pussy with the perfectly shaved bikini triangle of hair.
He inserted a finger and Tammy almost jumped through the roof. "Ahh," she moaned unintentionally. She told herself she had to keep herself under control. Dr. Dickson was, well, he was her doctor.
Dr. Dickson's finger went in as far as it could, then he took it out and re-entered her with two fingers.
"Do you feel this?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes!" shouted Tammy. "Uh, I mean, yes," she said softly.
"That's good, that's good."
Then he began shaking his fingers up and down, rubbing against her clit. Tammy's hips began moving back and forth in rhythm with his fingers.
"Oh, oh, Doctor!"
"All part of Dr. Dickson's services," he said with a smile.
"Doctor, I think… I think you're fucking me with your fingers."
"You know," said the good doctor, "I believe you're right."
Now that it was all out in the open, Tammy felt free of all restraint. "Oh, Doctor, fuck me."
"With my fingers?" he asked coyly.
"No, no, with your dick, er, I mean penis," said Tammy, trying to call all their private parts by their proper medical names.
Then Dr. Dickson looked sad. "I'm afraid I have a little medical problem of my own," he said.
"What's that?" said Tammy.
"It's just that, well, I suffer from what a layman might call… limp dick."
"You?" asked Tammy incredulously.
"Yes," he said, nodding his head sadly, "I'm afraid I've suffered with this affliction for five years now, ever since, well… since Nurse Adelaide passed away."
Tammy felt an overwhelming empathy for the doctor. Here he had helped uplift so many women's, er, sprits, yet he couldn't uplift his own dick! The world of medicine was a strange world indeed.
"Have you sought help?" asked Tammy.
"From the best doctors in the world," he said. "It's no use."
"Well, I don't want to be so bold as to think I could affect a cure where the top doctors of the world have failed, but perhaps… well, perhaps I should have a look myself."
"If you'd like."
Doctor Dickson took out his fingers from Tammy's pussy, open his white gown and buckled his pants. He was wearing silk underpants, Tammy noticed. Then he idled them down, too, so that, his dick hung limply down.
He, indeed, suffered from limp dick disease, and Tammy thought she saw the problem immediately. Even limp, the dick was a good ten inches long. That meant that his dick required a great deal of excitement to become erect, just as a bigger balloon requires more air than a smaller balloon.
Tammy scooted off the examining table and knelt before Dr. Dickson so that she could get an up close view of his precious penis. She bent down low and, opening her mouth, closed her gently upon the tip of the dick.
"Wyou pheel throat?" she said, her mouth filled with dick.
He nodded. "I feel it, and it feels quite good, but, I'm afraid, that's where it ends." Tammy took the dick out of her mouth for a moment. "No," she said, "this is where it begins."
She stuck her mouth once more about the doctor's dick and played with it vigorously. It should be known that while Tammy was no medical doctor, she was one of the best cock-suckers in Beverly Hills, which is really saying something since the competition there is especially stiff.
Her tongue traveled up and down the long mushy sausage. She crammed all of it into her mouth. The dick just sort of folded in on itself, like an accordion, it was that limp. But Tammy wasn't about to give up. Not only did she want to help Dr. Dickson after all he had done for her, but she had a reputation to uphold. Every man she had ever been with had always had an orgasm, one way or the other.
She sucked and sucked until her neck muscles began tiring. She didn't know what to do. She licked his balls, put them gently in her mouth, hand jacked his shaft, vibrated his penis head inside her mouth, all to no avail. By this time, she was covered with sweat. Beads of sweat poured down her face, down her neck and ran out on her breasts where they tickled her nipples, hanging on the pointy tips there until they fell off. She was just about ready to admit defeat, when inspiration struck. As someone once said, genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine perspiration. Tammy's idea was fifty percent inspiration and fifty percent perspiration.
She stood up a little higher and taking hold of Dr. Dickson's dick, placed it between her two newly refurbished tits. The big ten incher slid back and forth easily between the two mounds, lubricated by the sweat she had worked up working on Dr. Dickson.
It was not long before she felt a tremble of life in the wet noodle. Yes, yes, that was it. She felt it swell as it pushed back and forth between her tits.
"Oh, Mrs. Vanderhosen," cried out Dr. Dickson. "What is happening to me?"
Soon, the dick was stiff as a doctor's golf club. It was almost TOO big, and Tammy wondered if Dr. Dickson had ever considered penis reduction surgery.
As the dick came surging through the valley of her boobs, she bent down her head and save the head a little lick. Soon the dick slid through her tits, then came to a stogy in her mouth. While she held her tits firmly about the shaft of the dick, she began sucking at its head with all her might.
"Ahhh, Mrs. Vanderhosen, you're sucking me, you're sucking my dick."
"Yeth, dawctor," she said, her mouth cock-crammed.
"I'm going to cum! Oh, my God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."
Dr. Dickson was almost hysterical and Tammy worried that this hysteria might cause his dick to wither before her very eyes and between her very tits.
Not to worry, because the dick grew hotter and stiffer, the head blowing up, every vein bulging. Now Dr. Dickson was thrusting mightily between her tits and jamming his dick into her mouth.
"Stand back, stand back, Mrs. Vanderhosen," cried out the doctor, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming right now!"
But after all this work, Tammy was determined not to miss the payoff. As his dick came hustling between her tits, she saw the first spurt of white cum shoot out. She opened her mouth just in time and caught the whole load. She left her mouth open while Dr. Dickson shot spurt after spurt of salty cum. She thought he was some kind of freak, but then she remembered that he had not cum in five years.
An orgasm shot down through her body. She trembled and shook her beauteous boobs about, shocked by, the belief that she could get an orgasm just by manipulating her nipples. It was like getting two extra clits. No wonder Dr. Dickson was the toast of the town's tits.
Dr. Dickson was in tears afterwards. He helped Tammy up from her knees and hugged her tenderly. "Thank you, thank you," he said. "I have tried everything to get an erection – blowjobs, dirty movies, even pornographic works by Emile Bosch, but none of them worked."
"You should have known that your own weakness was tits," said Tammy.
"I always thought they held a purely clinical and professional interest for me," said Dr. Dickson, shaking his head at what a fool he had been, "but now I realize, well, tits are my life!"
"And what a fulfilling life it can be."
"Yes, thanks to you," said Dr. Dickson. And so, even as Tammy pleaded and pleaded for the middle-aged man to give her a good fucking, she knew that she would soon orgasm just by his manipulating her nipples. If he thought he was going to tease her all day long, he'd soon realize she could cum in several different ways.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried out. "I'm cumming. I'm…"
And then she moaned and screamed while a terrifically strong orgasm emanating from her nipples and, like a lightning bolt, passed through her body and out her pussy.
"You're the most orgasmic woman, I've ever met," said the middle-aged man.
"No, no," said Tammy. "That's all I can take for one day."
"Hah! We'll see about that," said the middle-aged man. Back and forth, he began moving his hips. Already, Tammy was juicing up for more action. Just knowing that he was going to fuck her but good filed her with renewed pleasure.
Faster and faster his dick thrust inside her, then, moving his hips sideways, he would slow down a bit, then speed back up.
"Oh, you feel so damn good," moaned Tammy. "I just love your dick. I do need dick in my pussy," she admitted.
"I'm going to fuck you with your legs spread wide," cried out the middle-aged man. "You're going to be decked like you've never been decked before."
Tammy could hardly expect that to be true, since she had fucked a lot of world-class cocksmen, but if this middle-aged lingerie judge wanted to take his chance at the brass ring, well, then, more power to him.
His big deck slid in and out of her slick pussy. He moved faster and faster. He pulled out almost until his deck fell out of her pussy, then he would shove it back in like a freight train in a tunnel.
Tammy knew she was losing all control. Okay, okay, he was a world-class cocksman. "Please, don't stop fucking me. I really mean it this time," she pleaded.
He knew now that to stop fucking her would only be cruel. It was one thing to tease, another to deliberately be mean. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved his deck in faster and harder than before.
As the excitement mounted once more in Tammy's clit, he bent over and gave her nipples one lick each. That was all it took to send Tammy on a roller-coaster spiral to the big cum.
"Ahh, ahhh, oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming again."
The orgasm exploded inside her. She shook her tits furiously, back and forth, gasping for breath, moaning and squealing with so much pleasure.
Harder than ever, he slammed into her, his big deck taking no prisoners. "Ooh, ooh, baby. Baby!" He roared as his cum fired into her. Mingling with her own joy juice, it oozed out of her pussy.
His thrusts slowed down until his deck finally began to shrink and dropped out of her puss. He fell back against the wall of the dressing room, absolutely soaked with perspiration.
"Would you be ever so kind," said Tammy, "to unhook my high heels from the wall?"