Tammy and Kim bid goodbye to Nancy and the three judges. James, at the wheel of the Rolls, roared off down the street.
"This is why I love shopping so much," exclaimed Kim.
"Yes, I agree wholeheartedly," said Tammy, and they both laughed for some time. What a wonderful day it had been. Kim had already been fucked twice and it wasn't lunch yet. This, she realized, was nothing unusual for Beverly Hills. After all, what was the use of having money if you couldn't fuck as much as possible.
"You know," said Kim, "I've developed quite an appetite. Let's do lunch."
"Splendid," said Nancy, "though I don't know why I should be so hungry after all I've eaten today."
The women erupted into such shrieks of laughter that they startled poor James at the wheel and he almost crashed the Rolls into a Mercedes. A fat little man in the Mercedes rolled down his window and yelled at them. Kim and Nancy turned around in their seat and gave him the finger out the back window.
"Those poor slobs in those pesky little Mercedes," said Nancy, "who do they think they are?"
While the ladies were heading off to lunch, Kim's husband, William Dunlop, was hard at working, or perhaps one should say, he was working to make it hard. For on the other side of the fair city of BH, he was in hard negotiations with a woman of real estate, the queen, actually, of Beverly Hills real estate, BJ Stickman.
BJ Stickman had risen from being a mistress of a movie producer to the top of the real estate ladder, no easy climb, especially for a woman. But she was smart and crafty, well aware of most men's weakness and ready to take them apart as soon as they exposed themselves, so to speak.
William and BJ met at her office on the top floor of a gigantic office building. Her office, actually, was the top floor, reached only by an elevator and she controlled the doors. From the windows of her office, she could look out and see her vast holdings and properties. She loved to wheel and deal.
William, too, loved to wheel and deal. He owned several businesses and needed a new office to expand his operations. He was getting bigger all the time. He was especially getting bigger in the office of BJ, for he couldn't help but notice her big tits beneath her silk blouse. When she made an especially serious point, she would lean forward so that he could get quite a pod shot of them down her blouse. He could almost see the full swell. He craned forward trying to get a glimpse of the nipples. He bet they were big red and juicy.
"I want two million five," she said. "That's my final offer."
"I can't go any higher than two million," said William. "That's too high as it is."
"Two million? You're robbing me blind. I might as well give it away."
Boy, did William wish she did give it away, or give him at least a little piece. What was he thinking? He was in the middle of serious real estate negotiations, he shouldn't be thinking about porking this dame.
"All right. All right," he said, "two million, two-hundred fifty."
"I'm still taking a two-hundred and fifty thousand dollar loss," said BJ. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on this."
"If you can't come down lower, I can't meet your price."
"Well, Mr. Dunlop," said BJ, "because I like you, I'll tell you what I'll do. Two million, four-hundred and ninety-thousand."
"You're taking off ten thousand dollars in a two and a half million dollar deal? Thanks a lot."
"You can't meet it?"
"No, not even close."
"Well, then," said BJ, "I'm afraid I'll have to call Max Honeycutt. He wanted this property, too, for my price. I just happened to like you better."
"Max Honeycutt!" William Dunlop was angered. Max Honeycutt was his chief business rival. It seemed like every time William was ready to start a new business or expand into another market, Max Honeycutt was there in front of him. "No, forget it. All right. You win. Two million, four hundred and ninety five thousand. That Max Honeycutt isn't going to interfere with me again."
BJ smiled. "Mr. Dunlop, you have a deal." She stood up from her massive oak desk and extended her hand. William shook it.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, as usual," said BJ.
"You're a hard woman," said William begrudgingly. "But I respect that in a woman."
"I respect hardness in a man, too," said BJ with a mischievous smile.
William could have sworn she looked right at his cock when she said that. He hoped she didn't look too hard, for his cock was throbbingly hard at that moment. Those big tits of BJ's were driving him crazy. He had to touch them, suck on them, heft them. Something. Before he wet his pants with frustration.
"Now that we've got the work out of the way," said BJ, "why don't we have a little champagne to celebrate."
"That sounds wonderful," said William. "I could use a drink." And I could use a good fuck, too, he said to himself.
BJ picked up her phone and ordered the office boy to bring in the hospitality cart. In the next moment, he arrived on the elevator with a large cart filled with ice and several bottles of champagne. A special tray contained caviar.
"Thank you, Georgie," said BJ, sending him on his way. The kid had a nice ass. And probably a pretty good cock, but BJ moved in more elevated circles. Though, a nice young cock might be a change. The kids were so anxious, they practically came off when you touched them. She'd wait on Georgie. Maybe the secretary could take him on. He was her class. Well, not exactly.
BJ popped open a bottle of champagne and poured the bubbly into two crystal glasses. She handed one to William.
"Mr. Dunlop."
"Please, just call me… call me Bill."
"All right, Bill. And please, just call me BJ."
"BJ, it is," said William. "Well, then, a toast, to us."
"To us," said William. They clinked glasses. Then BJ did a most unexpected thing. She wrapped her arm around Bill's, so that their arms were entangled as they drank their first sip of the champagne.
"Ahh," said BJ, "nothing like a five thousand dollar bottle of champagne to cement a deal."
"Five thousand dollars?" exclaimed William. "And here I thought you were so tight."
"Oh, I am tight," said BJ, curling her lip.
At that, William was so startled, he accidentally dripped champagne on his pants.
"Oh, Bill," cried BJ, "you've wet yourself."
She immediately pulled the silk scarf she had been wearing around her neck and began brushing William's pants. The champagne had fallen right on his crotch, and so this is what BJ started brushing.
"Um, um, let me get that," said William.
"No, no," said BJ. "There are some things only a woman can handle. Or should handle."
"Well…"
William was so hard, he was ready to burst. And BJ kept brushing the front of his ants. Then she stopped brushing and boldly grabbed his cock inside his pants.
"Bill, what is this?"
"Uh, well…"
"Never mind. But if I brought the champagne, I should think you could at least contribute your dick."
William was flabbergasted. "I guess I was just being selfish."
"It feels like you have quite some holdings down there yourself," she said. "Do you mind if I take a look?"
"Oh, oh, uh… not at all."
BJ knelt down before William and unzipped his pants. His dick sprung out like one of his racehorses from the starting gate.
"Oh, Bill, Bill," exclaimed BJ. She took a sip of the five thousand dollar champagne, and then, with it still bubbling about her tongue, stuck Bill's cock into her mouth.
"Ahhhh," moaned Bill. "What is that."
"My favorite," said BJ, "a champagne cocktail."
"Oh, that feels wonderful."
The frizzly liquor tickled his cock, while BJ worked it back and forth in her mouth. "Oh, yeah," cried out Bill, now losing control, "suck it, suck that champagne cocktail."
It was at this moment that Jimmy the window washer was starting his daily rounds. As he lowered the scaffolding from the roof of the building, he couldn't help but notice his boss on her knees giving William Dunlop a terrific blowjob. He stopped right there.
BJ took another sip of champagne and, with her mouth full, gulped down more of William's cock, letting her frizzy little bubbles do their job while William thrashed about in pleasure.
"Ahh, BJ, BJ, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."
"Not yet, not yet," said BJ. She took another quick sip of champagne, then opening her mouth wide and positioning it in front of William's cock, she began jerking him off with her hand.
"I'm cummmg, I'm cumming," he cried.
Jimmy the window-washer had gotten so excited by this time, he had his own dick out and was furiously masturbating himself thirty-three stories above the ground.
William's cock spurted forth its goo right into the pool of champagne in BJ's mouth. She kept her mouth open until she was satisfied she had milked every drop of cum from him, then she swallowed the champagne and cum together.
"Ah," she said, "better than any Rothchild's."
During this little interlude, William had gotten some ideas himself, and he decided to see how they'd work.
"Get up here on the desk," he ordered.
"What are you going to do?" asked BJ.
"You'll find out."
BJ did as she was told. William unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off. She was wearing nylons hooked to garter belts, something that had become quite rare in the age of pantyhose. William, however, became quite excited, though his dick remained limp after all it had just been through. He could see that BJ's panties were wet, that she had really gotten off on her champagne cocktail. He pulled off her panties and sent them sailing across the room.
"Oh, Bill," said BJ, panting, "you're not."
"I am."
He took the bottle of champagne and poured just a dribble onto her pussy. It was a delightful pussy with quite a bush. The champagne bubbled and fizzed on her pussy lips. Bill bent down and, began furiously lapping up the champagne as it dripped through her pussy. "A champagne cunt tail," he pronounced.
"Oh, Bill, Bill," moaned BJ. She laid back on her desk, legs spread wide, her arms out, letting him do with her as he liked. She felt him pour the frizzy champagne on her stomach, and then lick it out of her navel. She tensed up with excitement. He moved slowly and with a great deal of experience, for he knew exactly how to tease her the best. He poured more champagne on her pussy and licked that up, too, then he gently, slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. She just about spasmed right then. For while he pushed and pulled his finger in her pussy, his tongue was always licking away at her clit. This was just too much for BJ. He kept her right on the edge of orgasm, but just when she felt she was going to cum, he drew back just a little, began licking her thighs or her stomach, and pulled back from the magic button at the head of her pussy.
His lips kissed her clit. She felt on fire now, every nerve sensitive to the slightest sensation, so that the champagne bubbles now felt like thousands of little tongue licking away at her. She fell into a type of swoon, passing in and out of consciousness, in and out of fantasy and reality. She simply surrendered to William's magic tongue and the five thousand dollar champagne.
Why weren't there more men like this?
She remembered her first fuck. She had been "house sitting" for a real estate agent when a famous star dropped by. He didn't like the house, too small, but he liked BJ and invited her to visit him that night. She was all a twitter.
Somehow, she did manage to get through the day, showing the house to all who came to inspect it and receiving several serious inquiries, which she would pass on to the agent. Before she knew it, she had to leave to get to the home of Dover's on time. She didn't know if she could take such a strain. She thought she'd die of a heart attack for sure.
She drove home quickly and got into the shower. Caressing her nude, body, she thought of Molly, her college friend. Oh, what would Molly think of her going over to a man's house. Well, she could only hope Molly would understand. She did love Molly, yet… she had to admit it, she was mighty curious about that bulge in Dover's pants.
What was she thinking? She was more nasty-minded than she thought. After all, she was still a virgin. And surely Dover wasn't going to marry her.
Just the same, she couldn't help but put on her daintiest, tiniest bikini underwear and a sheer lace bra. She put on a slinky dress and high heels. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had such a large bosom, but what could she do? They were real.
She circled about Dover's house so that she would pull up his drive right at 7:00 p.m.. Finally, she drove up to the main gates of his estate. A voice on the intercom said, "Identify yourself."
"I'm BJ Stickman," she said. She had rehearsed saying her name earlier in the evening.
"Just a moment." There was silence for a moment, then the big heavy wrought-iron gates opened. She pulled her battered Chevy through the gates and up the long driveway to Dover's palatial estate. Her head was thumping so hard, her tits jiggled.
A butler met her at the door and escorted her through a large foyer to a veranda in the back. There, over sat in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, next to an Olympic-sized pool.
"Hello, BJ," he said.
"Hi." She was so nervous, she could barely think of what else to say. "Uh, you have a beautiful house."
"That's what all you real estate agents say."
"Oh, I'm not a real estate agent, at least not yet."
"You're not? That occupation would be perfect for you."
"Really?" she said, leased.
"All you need is a little experience. Well, enough of business. Are you hungry? My chef has prepared a splendid meal."
"I could eat a little bit," she said, though the truth was, she was famished, too nervous the entire day to eat a bite.
Dover took her by the arm and led her into the main dining room. It was bigger than her entire apartment. They dined alone on pheasant and drank wine, while a servant served them. BJ had never experienced such luxury. Dover was so exciting. He told her all about his TV series, how he had worked and cajoled the scriptwriters to write those marvelous lines he spoke each week. "I find I must get involved in every creative decision," he said, "to make sure they're up to my standards."
"Oh, of course," she said.
"I demand only the best."
"I know," said BJ.
After dinner, they retired to Dover's private study, where they shared a snifter of brandy. BJ was rattling on and on about her aspirations in real estate, when Dover suddenly leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips.
BJ was breathless.
"Are you all right, my dear?" asked Dover, seeing her pale face.
"Yes, yes," said BJ, starting to breath again.
"Haven't you ever been kissed before?"
"Oh, of course," said BJ, thinking of Molly.
"Then kiss me again," said Dover. This time BJ dove on Dover and began kissing his ears, his lips, his eyes, biting him on his neck, his chest. She didn't know what had happened to her. She was overtaken by lust, completely at the mercy of her own earthly motivations.
Finally, Dover took her aside and stood up. She couldn't believe it. He was going to pull down his pants right in front of her. Why, his, his… dickie would be right in front of her face. No, no, he couldn't want her to do that, could he?
But the more BJ thought about it, the more she decided she might like to try that. She remembered one of her friends talking about a guy she had been dating and how she had spent four hours just mouthing the guy's cock. He was so full of spunk by the end of their little session together, all she did to make him cum was stick her tongue in his navel. She swore he came a half-gallon.
BJ thought the story was really weird when she heard it, but now, watching Dover Chaplin, star of The Cop Show pull off his trousers, she began to see the point of it all. He soon kicked off his pants and stood before her in his underwear, his turgid tool straining at the cotton briefs. He stepped over to tier.
"Take them off," he said. "You do it."
BJ reached on either side of the cotton briefs and pulled downward. Dover's dick shot up like a duck hunter's shotgun when a flock's flying overhead.
"Now suck it," he said.
She looked up at him, then took a deep breath and opened her mouth. His dick was much bigger than she had imagined. She realized you never know how big something is until you have to blow it.
She put his dick in his mouth and stopped. What was she supposed to do next. She had no idea. Maybe he would just cum? Is that how it was done?
"What's the matter?" asked Dover.
BJ took his dick out of her mouth. "Oh, nothing."
"Have you ever given a man a blowjob before?"
"Well… kinda."
"Kinda?" Dover laughed heartily. "How do you kinda give a man a blowjob?"
"Well, I guess I haven't then."
He could see that she was quite depressed by this fact. He didn't want to tell her that as the star of a top-ten TV show, he had gotten some of the best blowjobs in the world. In fact, a good blow was commonplace for him. By her inexperience, she would prove to be an interesting experience.
"I'll tell you what," said Dover. "Why don't I give you a few pointers."
"I'm a little embarrassed by all this," said BJ.
"What? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is a natural function of life, and oral sex is a natural function of sex."
"Well, all right."
"Hold on just a moment. I'll be right back."
Dover walked into the next room, his dick waving back and forth.
When he returned, he was carrying a video camera.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked BJ.
"We'll videotape you giving me head, then we'll playback and I can show you what you're doing wrong and what you're doing right. It's the latest technology."
"All right," said BJ.
Dover went to the corner of the room and set up the camera. He aimed it at the couch and turned it on.
"First," said Dover, "you have to take off your clothes. No, wait, first I have to take off your clothes."
He positioned her in the middle of the room. "Now just stand there and relax."
He hugged her, then kissed her on the lips. BJ felt a million zillion sensations surge through her body. She realized she couldn't wait until Dover would see her naked. She wanted to show him herself, exposed.
He took his time about undressing her, unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one, then gently pulling the blouse out of her dress, then pulling it back to see her lacy bra. "Ah, you're so beautiful," he said.
BJ squirmed with delight. She had never felt so excited, so alive. Whenever Dover even touched her bare skin, she felt a burning sensation.
Dover knelt before her and reaching about her waist, undid her dress. He let it fall to her feet, so that she was now standing there in only her bra and her skimpy skimpy bikini panties.
"Oh, sweet garden of delights," said Dover, kissing that part of her panties which covered her pussy. Then he pulled down her panties and kissed her pussy bare.
"Ahh," moaned BJ. "Oh, Dover, Dover!"
He gave her pussy a few licks, then stood up on his feet. "Now the lesson begins. I'll sit on the couch. You kneel beside me."
BJ dutifully took her position where Dover had indicated. "Once you learn how to suck cock," said Dover, "you'll never forget. It's like playing tennis."
"If you say so," said BJ.
"Move just a little bit over here," said Dover, "so that the camera sees everything."
"How's this?"
"Fine," said Dover. "Now, just grab hold of the base of the cock, that's right – I should tell you, not many men have as big as cock as mine – and then just lick it like a lollipop. It's good to get the prick as stiff as possible before you really begin to suck. There, you go, now just lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Now the other side. Lick. Lick. Lick. Run your tongue up and down the side. That's it. Good girl. Ahh, very good."
"Okay, now lick my balls a bit. No, no, gentle! Gentle! That's it. Gentle. Just lick tenderly. Tenderly. Now open your mouth a bit and take them into your mouth. No, no. One at a time. Okay, that's good. Yes, that's good. Very good."
"You certainly are a fast learner, BJ."
"Thwank youse," said BJ, a ball in her mouth. She stopped for a moment. "I've never had a course like this before."
"This is one of the most valuable lessons you'll ever need to learn," said Dover. Now, let me tell you something, the important thing in a blowjob is not to rush. The guy may be screaming at you, saying stuff like, 'Oh, baby, baby! Suck my dick now.' But don't rush. Keep playing with him until you're ready. This, after all, is a fine art and it cannot be rushed.
"Now go back to my cock and give it another good long lick. Run your tongue up and down, up and down, ah, yes, yes, yes."
"Are you cumming?"
"What? No – ha ha ha – that's what's known as pre-cum. You can use it as lubrication along with your saliva. This will get my cock nice and juicy. Also, if the guy's going to fuck you afterwards, he'll be well lubricated to bang away at your little pussy."
"Now we've reached the big moment. Take hold of the base of my cock, that's right, now open your mouth, wider, wider, okay, now go down on my cock. Watch out – no teeth. No teeth. There you go. Yes. Yes!"
"BJ, I must say, you are quite a natural. A real natural. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
"Quite sure," said BJ.
"You're already at the advanced level. That's it. Just keeping sucking. Sucking. Now, take my dick and try to put it as far back into your mouth as possible, even down your throat. Just relax. You've got to relax your throat muscles and breathe out of your nose. It's all a matter of control. Breath control and muscle control."
"Now, as my cock slides up and down your throat, you might want to give it a few extra licks here and there, just to jazz things up a bit. Yes, that's right. That's good. Good. Oh, my goodness, suck it, baby, suck it."
BJ had gotten lost in the moment. This was as much fun as licking pussy. The world was full of so many wonderful things to do, and she was young enough to enjoy them for a long time to cum.
Dover fell back on the couch in ecstasy as BJ kept sucking and sucking on his dick. Dover had gotten plenty of blowjobs in his television career, some from development executives, from secretaries, the makeup girl, even a few select fans, but BJ was already at the head of the head class.
As BJ continued sucking him off, he thought about his career in television. He certainly liked the money, it just came pouring in week after week, but what he did was certainly not acting. Not real acting. He would say, "Come on! We can catch him at the airport!" and then they'd photograph him driving a car real fast through the streets. That wasn't real acting.
What Dover really wanted to do is a Shakespearean play. "Kindness in women, not their beauteous look, shall win my love," he said.
"What?" said BJ, lifting her head from the task at hand.
"Nothing, my dear. Keep sucking. Keep sucking."
But as BJ continued to gnaw at his root, all the lines of Shakespeare he had memorized as a young actor came floating back to him. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
"My name's BJ."
"Yes, yes, I know. I know."
BJ sucked faster and faster now, instinctually knowing that Dover was ready to shoot. As she sucked, Dover began screaming, "The ripest fruit first falls. As in a theater, the eyes of men, after a well graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next, thinking his prattle to be tedious."
Then, he grabbed hold of BJ's head and held her still while his own head thrashed wildly about in her mouth, spewing forth is tremendous load of TV star spunk. "What is love?" screamed Dover as he came, "'Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff will not endure."
BJ couldn't believe how much cum Dover was pumping into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but it came leaking out of the sides of her mouth. Finally, she felt his dick grow softer, until it slipped out of her mouth, meek and humbled.
"Oh, my dear, my dear," sighed Dover. "That was wonderful."
"Yes, for me, too."
"I will be forever grateful."
"As will I for the lessons."
"But I am not grateful just you putting my head in your mouth, but also for what you put in my head."
"What do you mean?"
"I have cum to realize that television is a great place to make money, but it is a total waste of my talent. At the end of this season, I am going to quit. Then I'm going to do Richard the Third."
"I think I've done him already," said BJ. "Didn't get go to Bennington?"
"No, no, not that Richard the Third. Oh, never mind, you were wonderful. One of the best performances I've ever felt. Luckily, it was captured on tape. Shall we have a look."
"Oh, yes," said BJ, "this is one performance I wouldn't want to miss."
Dover hooked up the camera to his large screen television and soon BJ saw herself, nude, kneeling in front of Dover, sucking upon his enormous cock. The sight of this turned her on tremendously. She wanted to suck Dover some more. It also turned on Dover, but he had ideas of his own.
As BJ sat on the couch, he knelt down in front of her, spread her long legs, and dove in, licking her pussy. He was quite good, but not as good as Molly, BJ would have to admit. Still, having a TV star lick your pussy while you watched yourself giving a TV star head was too much of a turn-on for BJ.
"Oh, my goodness, I'm cumming," said BJ. "I'm cumming."
Dover licked her pink little nubbin even harder, and soon her body shook and thrashed as the orgasmic splash rippled to the ends of her limbs.
"Oh, Dover. Dover," she breathed, totally out of breath.
"I can't get enough of you," said Dover. "Would you like to fuck?"
"Oh, yes. Let's do. I can't get enough of you, either."
Kneeling in front of her on the couch, Dover held open her legs and taking his cock in hand, guided it into her pussy hole. She placed her ankles on his shoulders. He grabbed her buttocks and began a furious fuck while he began mouthing more lines of Shakespeare. "Women are angels, wooing. Things won are done; joy's soul likes in the doing."
After Dover had recited every line he knew of Shakespeare, he and BJ both came simultaneously. All in all, it was an evening of great culture.
BJ dated Dover for a few more months before he left for England at the end of the television season to become the great Shakespearean actor he is today. As for BJ, any time she heard a quote from Shakespeare, she would get so excited, she'd have to fuck the first man possible. As the bard said, "A kiss you take is better than you give."