Charley sighed in relief as she backed her car out of the parking slot and turned toward home. She had no intention of submitting herself to such indignities again. Ray Brock could go to hell! Her pussy had sealed a quarter-million-dollar contract for him and the bastard thought that a thousand dollars to her was being generous.
Fuck him!
The brunette spun her wheels as she turned out onto the street, then felt a shiver of fear run through her. A car she recognized was slowly pulling out of the motel next door.
John Roberts was on the prowl, looking for Beth! Charley braked quickly, holding her car back so her boss wouldn't recognize her. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with some way of saving the situation. She couldn't let Roberts catch Greg and Beth, certainly not after the scene back there in Ray's motel room.
As Roberts pulled his Cadillac into the next motel to check the cars there, the brunette sped on down the street and roared onto the Interstate highway. She remembered the name of the motel. It wasn't fifteen minutes from here, just three exits away. Charley floor-boarded her car and raced along the highway, determined to get to the fucking couple in time to warn them.
She might have made it, except for the cruising highway patrol. She still might have made it if the bastard had gone ahead and given her a ticket. Instead, the state cop stood deliberately beside her car and talked and talked and talked.
The brunette could not be sure whether he was trying to make a date, or just deliberately punishing her for being in such a hurry. Whatever his reason, he had lectured her, taken his time in filling out her ticket, then lectured some more. As she sat helpless, listening to the same warnings for the tenth time, the girl was sure she saw the Cadillac speed by them.
She didn't give up, however. As soon as the son of a bitch gave her the ticket, she drove directly to the motel, parking her car in the shadows off to the side, then walking carefully along the rows of rooms, searching for Beth's station wagon.
She spotted it! She spotted it parked alongside Greg's beat-up old sedan. Her heart leaped in relief until she looked across the way and saw the Cadillac.
She stepped into the shadows and studied the Cadillac. Roberts was in it, waiting patiently. As he lit a cigarette, Charley was sure she saw the light reflect off a gun barrel. He was stalking them. He would wait all night, if he had to. Then, when they came out, he would open up with that gun.
The man was crazy when it came to Beth. Charley had no doubt of that. He had been determined to catch her and shoot her for months now. The brunette considered calling the police, then decided against it. That would still land her boss in jail. That would still end her easy money with the film job.
She counted the number of doors from the end of the building down to the two exposed cars, then slipped back in the shadow of the building. Some of these old motels had windows in the bath rooms. If she was lucky, this would be one of them.
She ran quickly around back and felt her heart leap with relief. There was a row of small windows.
Charley ran down to the window of Greg's room and stood beneath it, searching for some way to climb up. She could hear Beth's sensuous, husky laughter from inside.
The brunette started to call out to them but feared that Roberts could hear her voice. She spotted an old soft-drink crate. She ran for it, set it against the wall, and climbed up. Now she could see inside, could see through the gap in the curtains. She had a clear view of the bed inside.
Greg was propped against two pillows, casually sipping a drink while the petite brunette knelt over him. Beth's hands were busy at the boy's huge cock, caressing and toying with the hardening meat. Charley watched her in fascination. Shit, the brunette decided, no need to interrupt a fuck. Roberts would wait patiently, at least she hoped he would. Let the two get in their jollies one more time before scaring the piss out of them.
Beth pushed her big tits down over the kid's pecker and began to massage his cock between the satin flesh. Her body lunged back and forth, pumping the prick lusciously against the soft skin. Even from this distance Charley could see the great head getting redder and redder from such stimulation.
Greg put his glass aside and reached for her tits. His eyes glowed as he looked from the huge, dangling globes back to Beth's pert ass, then back again to the tits. He caught her tits in his hands and held them tighter against his cock while he hunched his hard meat against them.
"Mmmmmm," the small brunette purred, her long tongue moistening her lips. Beth twisted her chest about as Greg rubbed her tits lusciously against his cock. She was panting with lust now, panting and drooling in her anticipation. Her mouth remained open, head thrown back, eyes closed tightly. Her body pulsed and throbbed as the boy fucked her tits with his fantastic piece of meat.
"Sweet tits!" Greg assured her. "You've got one sweet pair of tits!"
"Ooooooh!" Beth answered. "Mmmmm, they feel heavenly like this. Your beautiful cock is getting them all nice and warm. Mmmmm, I like it this way."
Her hands were beneath him, caressing his ass while he kept the action going between tits and cock. She opened her eyes, looking mistily down at him. A smile spread across her sensuous face as her tits slid away from his cock. Beth kissed the bulging head of his cock, then let him drive the big monster up into her mouth. Her lips closed over his cock. Her cheeks tensed as she sucked deeply and lusciously on him.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Greg panted. "You're as good as you promised! No wonder the old man can't satisfy you. You're too damn much woman for him!"
Her hands came around and started playing with his balls while she kept sucking eagerly on his vibrant cock. She sucked and blew while the boy twisted and writhed about the bed, lost in pleasure beneath the delicious working of her mouth. He wove his fingers into her thick black hair. He held her head tightly against his cock and drove it madly at her sucking lips.
"Mmmmm!" Beth moaned. "Mmmmmm!"
The young stud suddenly pulled his cock out. He wrestled her body beneath him and climbed above her. He brandished his cock in one hand and gloated at her.
"Now, I'm going to fuck your pussy off!" he panted. "You've worked me up like crazy! You'll feel a hard cock in you now!"
He drove his big prick into her pussy with terrible force. His cock was buried up to its hilt in her cunt. Greg held her impaled on his hard prick, then he began to plunge. His cock sloshed through the gushing juices that poured from her pussy walls.
He lifted her ass and fucked her as roughly and as thoroughly as Charley had ever seen a woman get fucked. The frail woman moaned in delight, her hands clawing at the boy's muscular chest and arms, her legs wrapped tightly about his lean waist. She hunched her ass toward him, pumping her pussy over his raring cock as frantically as he was fucking her.
"Ooooooh, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck away! Fuck my pussy till there's nothing left! Wear that little cunt out! Oooooh! That's marvelous! That's fantastic!"
Their bodies began to shake and tremble violently. They thrashed on the bed, becoming a blur of frenetic motion. They gasped and moaned as he unloaded his hot charge into her, then rode her insanely while his cock kept coming up with more hot semen to shoot into her pulsing, throbbing pussy.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!" he screamed. "Aaaaaiiiieeee! What a piece of ass! What a gorgeous piece of pussy!"
"All for you!" she panted. "All of it just for you! Ooooooh! You're the best! You're absolutely the best!"
Charlene waited for them to complete their violent, rolling fuck. Then she tapped on the window as they lay panting and limp. She tapped on the window and whispered Greg's name sharply.
The boy lifted his head, his eyes peering about the room. He slowly sat up, still confused.
"Here!" Charley whispered. "Quickly! I'm outside the bathroom!"
Beth looked angrily toward the bathroom. Greg got up disgustedly and walked back toward the window. His eyes blazed his anger and frustration. He stalked to the window and glared at Charlene.
"Charley!" he muttered. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Shit!" she replied. "Everyone else is here. I might as well make it a party!"
"What are you talking about?" Beth asked. "Who else is here?"
"Careful!" Charley warned her. "Don't let him see you, but if you peek out the front window you'll see your husband parked just across the drive. He's been there for a while. I'm sure he's waiting to catch you coming out!"
Beth quickly stepped back into the large room to verify Charlene's message. She came back, eyes wide in fright.
"She's right," Beth told Greg. "My God! What are we going to do. He always has that damned rifle with him."
"Hurry up!" Charley pleaded. "Get this screen out and help me in there."
The boy obeyed, removing the screen and helping Charlene struggle through the narrow window. He pulled her into the room. They fell heavily together, bodies entwined in confusion.
Charley pulled herself up from the floor and looked at Beth.
"You don't have any time to waste," she told Beth. "Get your clothes on. If you brought a bag, get it packed. Make sure there's nothing of yours left in this room."
The older woman retrieved her small suitcase, then slipped into slacks and a sweater. Charley grabbed the woman's purse from the dresser and handed it to her.
"Listen carefully," she told Beth. "My car is parked in front. It's off to the side, the yellow Porsche. Here are the keys. Now, do you have anyone you can trust absolutely?"
"Yes," the brunette answered after a pause. "Yes, I've got a friend that sometimes goes out on the town with me. Yes, I can trust her."
"All right," Charley confined. "That's our answer. Drive to her house and park my car there. Park it in her garage, if you can, out of sight. Let her drive you home. All right? Now, tomorrow morning call Kathy at the studio. Ask her if I have returned with your car. We'll convince John Roberts that I needed a car tonight while mine was being repaired and that I borrowed yours. Call Kathy as soon as the studio opens and ask her if Charlene has returned with your car."
They eased the frightened woman out the window and watched her fade into the darkness. Charley listened at the window, though she heard the distant sound of her car starting, and turned in relief to the boy.
"How did you know?" he stammered. "I know you heard me on the phone this afternoon, but how did you know about Roberts? I thought he was out of town."
"He must have come back today," Charley answered. "I happened to spot him earlier tonight, driving around and checking all the motels for his wife's car. I would have gotten here earlier, but a damn cop caught me for speeding."
"Well I'm glad you got here as soon as you did," the boy laughed. "And I'm glad you thought enough of me to try to look out for me. I didn't realize you felt that way."
"What way?" the brunette sneered. "You think I did this for you? Go to hell, buster. I did this for me, for sweet, little old Charley."
"But…"
"I need you," she told him. "I need that big, fancy cock of yours. You're the only stud Roberts has been able to find with enough pecker for me. It was getting to the point where I was afraid he'd have to replace me and use a girl who could match the smaller cocks he kept bringing in. Then you showed up, and I knew I was on easy street. We're worth a million dollars, big stud. The two of us are a natural team. We're worth all sort of money together, not a damn cent separately."
The boy stared at her while she began removing her dress. Charley stepped out of dress and hose and panties. She posed for him, then lazily crawled onto the bed. Her eyes fastened onto his huge cock. She felt a glow as she remembered watching him use that prick on Beth.
"We're two of a kind, big stud! You're all cock and I'm all tits. We can knock around, never amounting to much, using our sex just for fun. Or we can make a hell of a bundle using our cock and pussy as a matched pair. As long as we stick together, we've got it made. One of these days you'll find yourself a little blonde fluff like Kathy. Until then you stick with old Charley. You be Charley's stud and we'll go a hell of a long way."
She reached out and grabbed him. Her hand caught him by his cock and pulled him to the bed. She laughed as he came down on top of her, his hands and mouth going after her heaving tits with delight.
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then got busy with the fucking. Hell, it was a long time until morning. They should be all fucked out by the time they walked out to the shocked surprise of John Roberts.