Alicia Walker, sitting in a cozy comer of the Daly City Country Club lounge, felt a sweet thrill in the cunt as Cleve Langton sauntered over toward her table. What a handsome, sexy hunk of young man he really was!
"The bartender said you wanted to see me" he smiled, taking a chair across from hers. "I'm flattered.”
Alicia shivered as his eyes coursed across her full bodice. She had been a widow for over a year now, her very wealthy husband had been a director of the club and golf course before his fatal heart attack; Cleve knew who she was, all right. But she was forty and he was not yet thirty, and she knew very well if she ever got him in bed she would have to pay for it, one way or another.
And he was already married to that very sexy Candi Jones. Alicia had done her homework on him. Dames couldn't leave him alone, he got all kinds of very high-class pussy. But somehow she had to have him! And the very best part was, she could afford him.
"I won't pretend I want you to give me golf lessons" Alicia smiled, sipping her vodka martini. She did not drink much, she knew what it did for a woman's looks, and she was not really too bad looking. She went regularly to a health parlor, she had a well-rounded figure, the very best plastic surgeon in Frisco had taken the sag out of her tits and snugged up her vagina. Men did like a nice, tight cunt…
The only trouble was, she had not enjoyed a man between her legs since her husband's death and she was dying to try it. She had not cheated on her late spouse, she had missed lots of fun. Dean had been much older than she, his sex energies had dwindled badly and even before his heart attack she had started using her hands for relief, dreaming about handsome movie stars…
"I'm flattered anyway," Cleve said, smoothly. "You're a hell of an attractive, mature woman.”
Her clit tingled, her hands trembled and she put her glass down. "And you have all the pretty young things hanging around," she laughed. "Plus a very pretty wife… ”
"Oh, you've been asking questions, eh?" he grinned.
"Yes," she smiled. Her cunt was getting wet, she felt a flush crawling up her throat. Her frock was cut low in front to display her cleavage. Considering all the money she had spent to make her breasts more attractive, the least she could do was show them off a little. Some of her women friends were terribly envious of her 'new look.'
"Sounds interesting," Cleve said, caressing her with his eyes.
She shuddered. "I'm going to say it right out, Cleve. I'm lonesome, and I could make things very-interesting for you.”
"Great!" he said, giving her a better look at his profile. He was so damned sexy she wanted to leap across the table and open her dress and push a nipple into his mouth.
"I-I'm going home pretty soon. Why don't you drop by and we'll talk some more," she murmured, her heart thudding wildly.
He nodded and winked. She could almost see the money-wheels spinning in his head. He was certainly no dummy, he did very little work, Candi Jones paid most of the bills. She had had him checked out rather thoroughly. It was no novelty for a career girl like Candi to have a different name than her spouse.
"Say in half an hour," Alicia murmured. "I think you know where I live.”
"Biggest house in the best section of town, naturally," he chuckled.
Cleve watched Alicia Walker undulate away from the table and out of sight and his cock responded. Sonofabitch! The wealthiest widow in Daly City wanted to get in his pants and obviously she was willing to pay for it. Not a bad ass and legs and very jutty tits for a woman her age, plus a sensual-looking mouth and warm dark eyes. He had noticed her eyeballing him several times at the club.
He had been looking forward to fucking that sensational Mia Nelson again, but she was acting coy, hard to get. He had given Alvin two golfing lessons already, charging very high fees-but he had the money, not Mia. Piss on her. He had much bigger fish to fry today, man.
As he pulled into the wide driveway in front of the Walker mansion his nuts drew up at the base of his half-hard prick. He had gotten a read-out on her from the local credit bureau some time back, she had a fulltime maid and cook. Dunn amp; Bradstreet rated her at over twenty million… Fuuuuuuck!
A young niece named Crystal Logan lived here with Alicia, a not bad-looking redhead, going to a nearby college. No other close relatives. The big shiny Lincoln Continental parked ahead of his car drew him out of it, fast. He walked up across the wide pillar-decorated porch and punched the doorbell. The heavy panel swung open immediately. Alicia had 'changed into something more comfortable, a pair of shimmery pink lounging pajamas slashed deeply at the top and shaping her ass alluringly. Her hair and makeup were perfection, she did not overdo it. Some broads her age smeared the goo on too thickly. And she didn't reek with perfume, either. Her tits pushed jauntily at the clinging pajama-top, her nipples cleanly visible. Dressed for fun and games.
"Well, don't just stand there," she said, her voice trembly with excitement. "I promise not to bite.”
Carefully, carefully, he told himself, Bermuda and Nice and Tahiti whirling through his head. It's all there and I have to make it come together.
He stepped forward, eased his arms around her waist and homed his mouth in on her waiting lips. They opened eagerly, with a good clinging softness;;her hands raised to caress the nape of his neck. Her thrusting breasts pushed out at his chest, a fine tremor ran along her lush figure.
Adroitly he wormed his tongue across her teeth, into her mouth, his right hand easing down to her ungirdled ass. He had raked her with his eyes at the country club lounge, he had fucked her with his expression, and now he was tasting her hunger, her deep daring need for cock. Cuddling her butt in both hands, he arched his basket at her crotch. She shuddered, her fingers digging at his neck. "Yeahhhhhh.”
Oh, God! Alicia thought, her cunt tingling sweetly. So young and strong and handsome! I can feel his prick swelling, his hands are so good! I knew he'd be smooth and expert. I've been hot for him for months. I don't care what the price is, I have to HAVE him.
But she did not want to fall over backward like a common slut, no matter how badly she needed stiff, pumping cock. Every nerve in her body was responding to his maleness, her clit was stiffening, her nipples swelling, her mouth shivering around his lips. She unfastened her lips and buried her face on his shoulder.
"You devil, you," she breathed. "I-have to sit down, my legs are weak.”
He chuckled, patting her ass. "You're the hostess, Alicia.”
Shaking with anticipation, she drew away and led him to the nearest sofa. "I-gave the servants an afternoon off, my niece is at school… ”
He moved down at her right, his left arm across her shoulders, his eyes simply eating at her figure. Oh, she felt ten years younger! No man had touched her for over a year, she was starved for attention. She had not done what some of her rich women-friends did, calling an 'escort' bureau in Frisco for a 'pay date.'
The idea of climbing into bed with a complete stranger was repugnant to her. But ever since the operation on her breasts and. vagina her erotic needs had been more compelling; she had played with herself so often she was ashamed of it.
She was ashamed of something else, too. In her earlier years when she had attended an all-girl finishing school at Berkeley she had experimented with her room-mate, a slender athletic girl from Los Angeles. Between dates with guys from a nearby college, she and Teddy had enjoyed some delicious fucks.
After Dean had come along she had learned to like prick, too. Proper debs got married and lived normally; she had not indulged with another dame for many years, but she often found herself eyeing sexy broads and wondering how they would be. One of her closest woman friends was fucking her Chinese maid…
Lately Alicia had found herself wondering about her attractive young niece; and that was very wrong! Good, steady prick would cure her of that. Crystal, who was known as Chris, had admitted one day she had tried it 'both ways. Girls had so much more freedom nowadays, a lot of 'swinging' went on at the college she attended. Two guys and one girl, or two girls and one guy…
"Well, since we're all alone, what should we do about it?" Cleve murmured, jerking her back to sweet reality. His right hand was moving toward the V of her pajama-top, and she half-turned, offering her rebuilt charms for his delectation. Oh, how her tits ached for man-touches!
She had planned to make her offer, first. But he wanted her body first!
"Oh, I'm older than you, Cleve, but-”
His fingers entered her pajama bodice, his left arm tightened on her shoulders, his mouth aimed for her lips again, and a rage of awful unrequited longing swept her crotch. He cupped her bare left breast his tongue wiggled into her mouth, and she moaned her delight. Oh, they could talk much later!
His mouth spread her swelling lips, his tongue began to stroke voluptuously in and out, in and out. Her nipple hardened in his palm, her cunt began to ooze juices into her sheer bikini panties. Her thighs spread, she felt her crotch lifting, she moaned once more. Winding her arms around his neck, she pushed her right thigh at his left leg, shaking with lust.
I don't care what he thinks about frustrated widows! she thought dizzily. I want his prick, I'm famished for prick! I haven't even seen one for over a year, let alone touched one or felt one in my cunt! Oh, the way his tongue slides' believe he'd like to EAT me, and I've never had that!
While she shivered and drank in the zesty thrills of her need, he very gently lifted her tit out of the V of her pajamas, and then eased her other breast clear of the covering! God, he was good with a pair of boobies! His fingers roamed underneath, then across her tingling nipples, and down the hot slopes to the vale between them. Dean had not been a 'tit man.' He had not been much of an innovator, either.
He screwed me only one way, she thought. Me on the bottom, him between my legs. I learned to climax real good with him when he went for 'seconds: but as he got older he could only make it once, and lots of times I missed the fun. I had to use my hands again… I haven't been anywhere, really. Even Teddy always fucked me old-fashioned. I want some new things, new positions!
Finally she unfastened her mouth and whispered into his lips. "Let's go in the bedroom, honey.”
"Right," he murmured, teasing a tender, dark nipple. Oh, how her breasts stuck out! Seeing them bare and swollen, riding from the opened top of her pajamas, his fingers stroking and playing, sent waves of achy hunger through her crotch. Not one sign of her operation showed on her prominent mounds. That surgeon really knew his business!
"Beautiful tittles," he murmured. He seemed reluctant to stop playing with them!
"Oh, come on, honey!" she gasped. "Not here-!”
He nodded, released her, and they stood up. Her legs wobbled, she could not remember when she had been so eager for prick. Her cunt was puffing out, her panties were too snug. She seized his hand and led him toward the master bedroom where she had slept alone much too long.
Christ, I'm almost there, Cleve thought, his head spinning. I won't have to work hard to get a good bone-on. Terrific tits for a dame her age, almost like a young girl's. If her cunt is as hot as her mouth I'll enjoy every stroke. She's no Mia Nelson, but she's got millions, man.
He had never seen such an elaborate bedroom. The carpet was resilient enough to fuck on, the king-sized pad, the rich drapes, the convenient adjoining bathroom with the door half-open, said nothing but money. She ran to the bed, drew the covers back to reveal shiny pink satin sheets that had cost a small fortune. The drapes were pulled, but there was enough light.
She stood hesitantly beside the pad, her face flushed, her lips puffy from his recent kissing, her beautiful pointy tits thrusting out of the pink, sexy pajama-top. Her wide aureolas, her hungry dark eyes, brought his cock up hard.
"Terrific!" he grinned, unbuttoning his sport shirt. "Next time wear a dress, huh?”
She laughed, breaking the mounting tension. A little lightness helped, he had learned that years before. Obviously she was not used to this, she was dazed, uncertain. But a thin line of wetness along her tightly-hugged cuntmound told it all; she was dying for cock.
"Want me to undress you, Alicia?" he said, in just the right tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I mean-" She flushed deeply. He had imagined earlier that she might have tried out other prospective bedmates, but he was sure now this was a whole new thing for her. Amazing.
"Hey, don't be uptight, beautiful," he grinned, moving up in front of her. He patted her still-covered ass and winked. "Make it a fun thing.”
She giggled nervously, leaning in close. "I haven't ever done anything like this-since Dean, honey… "
"Hell, I can tell that," he murmured reassuringly. "Want a drink first?”
"Oh, no!" she breathed, snuggling. "You're so considerate. I'm all right, now." She backed away, giggling. "You're so right-make it just fun!”
He stood back a little, took off his shirt and loosened his pants. She unfastened the pajama-top and hiked it over her head. Her eyes took in his loins as his trousers went down; a deeper flush touched her cheeks, she reached for the pajama-bottoms, her hands shaky. She was quick, now. She had purpose, her lust was overcoming her shyness. The way she acted she had never been fucked with so much light entering the bedroom.
He was down to his briefs as the lowering garment revealed her ass and legs and dark-bushed cunt inside the sheer pink bikini panties. Her thighs were smooth, light olive in color, her legs were better than average. The pampered wealthy widow was finally going to have what all her loot had not been able to get her up until now. Hot, sliding cock.
Still wearing her panties, she rushed onto the bed, spreading out, her eyes boring at his crotch where his prick rode up stiffly inside.
My God! Alicia thought, shuddering. His penis is HUGE! I'm sexy enough to get him good and hard! I hope it isn't just my money, I hope he likes to fuck me. Dean's prick was always kind of loose in my cunny, but it should be nice and snug around Cleve's cock. This is so important for men! I spent enough money having it rebuilt and tightened up!
Dean had always wanted sex in the shadows of the bedroom; this exposure was altogether new and horribly exciting for her! Cleve was so right about not getting all knotted up about a screw. Have fun with it! Easier said than done-the first time.
Hands shaking, she reached for her panties and squirmed them from her ass, along her legs, and finally kicked them free. Her short nylons still were on her lower legs. He grinned and brought his briefs down. The sudden view of his naked loins, white where the sun had not touched, his big, thick penis slanting high from a cluster of dark hair, his big nuts dangling down, drew a gasp from her lips.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" She spread her thighs, aware of the very swollen look of her cunt, the wetness between her labia. Nitty-gritty time was almost here!
"Beautiful!" he muttered, crawling on the bed, his knees between her opened legs. The warm man-aroma from his crotch made her faint with need, her clit was an achy burn, her breasts were peaked with her need.
As he crouched forward, staring down at her tits and face, as his big-knobbed prick lowered toward her lifting cunt, as her thighs drew back expectantly, he muttered under his breath and touched his cockhead to her wet, twitching labial
The sweet yield of her cuntflesh around his glans, the sting of manflesh at the door of her vagina, the slow sensuous push of his cock into her prick-starved cunt, sucked a moan from her throat! Her pussy was tight! All her plans and dreams before and after her intimate operation, all the waiting and wishing, had not been in vain. A young, handsome stud wanted her cunt!
"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, feeling that big, wonderful stiffness fill her trembly vagina. "Ohhhh-God! OHHHHH!”
"Yeahhhhhh!" he muttered thickly, shuddering. His cock tensed in her quaking cunt, her nerves began to unwind, the thrills sweetened, her legs jerked, her tits lifted! She was going into her climax-already!
His head lowered to her breasts, he hunched his knob in deep, and it happened! Thrill after honeyed thrill cascaded across her loins, the first nuances of her fun were unbelievably fierce and sweet, her cuntal depths twitched voluptuously with the pound, pound of her erotic fulfillment! She shouted!
Right at the peak of her shivering fun she heard his thickly-muttered, urgent words.
"Come, Alicia! Come hard on my prick!”
She had never, never heard anything like that! She knew that mod sex talk was the new in thing among the younger set; it was dirty and too suggestive, but ohhhh, how exciting! Naturally she knew all the words, she had found them in many of the new erotic novels, but hearing them herself from her young, sexy new bedmate, caused her Clint to spasm even more delectably!
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" she cried, her whole pelvis bursting with her lust. A sensuous, slow almost agonizing after-wrench tightened her cunt around his prick! The waves of relief, as her legs shook and her tits heaved, filled her with amazement. One big, sure push into her cunt and she was blowing her mind!
Damn, that's pretty good Gunt, Cleve thought, watching the rapt expression on her face, feeling her thighs quiver, the lively flutters of her vaginal flesh around his meat. Snug as hell for a dame her age. I can train her to be a very good piece of ass-and all that money! I don't believe she's had a fuck since old money-bags died.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" she gasped, hunching involuntarily upward, a slow happy smile transforming her face. "You wonderful big thing, you!”
"Me or my prick, beautiful?" he chuckled, tensing his cock. "Oh, you devil," she breathed, her hands caressing his shoulders, her firm high tits arching higher. "Both! My God-you're so wonderful.”
"Nice pussy," he said, grinning.
"Ohhhh, I hope so, honey!" she breathed. "You didn't… ”
"Hell, I haven't even started yet”
The enthralled look on her face said it all, man. He had her right where he wanted her, impaled on his prick. Slowly, carefully he began to fuck. Ten million bucks worth of not-bad pussy. He would ring her gong about four times and then they would have a talk. Yeahhhhhh. The price on his prick was going up…
Ronnie Lemm breezed leggily into Alvin Nelson's office, receiving a curious interested glance from the attractive girl behind the receptionist's desk. A name plate said she was Joan Meadows, the girl she had seen Alvin ogling when she had called on him as a male detective. Joan certainly did not recognize Ronnie, which was easy to understand.
Ronnie was rigged out in her best and shortest miniskirt, dark nylons and a snug blouse that revealed the perky jut of her tittles; she had spent half an hour on her makeup, her long wavy hair reached her shoulders, loose and sexy.
"May I help you, Miss?" Joan smiled. Good vibes. This chickie had done a bit of pussy-rubbing, she was looking with that hunger in her eyes. Ronnie had that effect on a lot of cunts. But today she had something else in mind.
"Right," Ronnie smiled. "Tell your boss he has a new client, honey.”
A moment later Ronnie was entering the office where she had talked to Alvin before. His eyes lighted up, he tried to keep from staring as she twitched near his desk. Like Joan, he didn't recognize her at all. She had given no name to the receptionist.
"Don't you know who I am, big man?" she giggled, posing with her tits pushed out. His eyes raked her long, long legs, her cute ass and the whole package. The sudden eagerness in his expression gave her a thrill.
"Your voice sounds familiar-" he began. Suddenly he was getting it. "Ronnie? Well, I'll be damned! A girl… ”
She had flirted with and teased men in her work at the night club, she knew what they liked to look at and hear; when she tucked a man for money she gave a good performance, but this thing of actually liking a stud was a whole new program. She remembered her fantasy about him and her clit tingled excitingly. She could not pinpoint the reason for his appeal, except that he had good manners; maybe there was a little of the feminine in his makeup that stirred the trace of maleness in her being. But he certainly was no fag, he liked pussy. And that fancy-assed twat he was married to was not giving him half enough cunt.
"Not bad, huh?" she giggled, perching on the edge of his desk so he could see her long, sleek legs and maybe catch a little pussy aroma.
"Terrific!" he exclaimed. "There was something about the way you walked… you're a very lovely young thing.”
Sweet tingles chased along her bod, her nipples in the fancy thin bra began to erect. Turning on for a stud. But a very special one. She wet her pouty thick lips with her tongue and leaned closer.
"Going to do something about it, Alvin?" she giggled.
The hunger in him seemed to reach out and caress her titties and cunt. She shivered, waiting. He tore his eyes from her ass and glanced across the room at the big deep couch, the half -opened bathroom door. His hands trembled.
"Am I hearing you right, Ronnie?" he muttered.
"I could spell it out, but you're getting the message," she smiled. "You know, I've been thinking about this since you hired me.”
"Damn!" he muttered thickly. "Look, I have one more important client coming in. If you'd drop by in half an hour I'd have the girls out of here, and-”
"Cool," she smiled, leaving the desk. She wiggled around and leaned down, her right arm sliding across his shoulders, her head lowering toward his. She whispered. "I got a nice hard-on for you, honey.”
He shuddered, his eyes flared. He was still stunned by this, a short wait might make things better, anyway. She brushed her lips into his mouth, shooting her tongue in across his teeth. His left arm circled her waist, he did not make a grab at her crotch as so many bastards would in similar circumstances. He squeezed her closer, shivering. He liked her boldness, too. Several of the guys she had tucked for money enjoyed an aggressive girl.
She flicked her tongue in and out, wanting more, and then drew away. "Half an hour, sugar," she giggled. "An' you better be ready. This chick wants to go-go.”
"Damn!" he said again. He looked dazed; as he stood up she could see his prick standing out inside his pants. De-licious!
"Oh, I haven't got much to report on your wife, honey. Want me to keep looking around?”
He nodded, a wide, pleased grin on his face. She winked and went out with a backward bend of her ass.
Alvin dropped into his chair, his head buzzing. He was old enough to be her father! But what the hell, he was in the same spot with Mia, and she was very stingy with her cunt, she always acted like she was doing him a big favor to spread out in bed. Since his suspicions about her had firmed, he was more aware of her real nature, her reluctance about sex with him, her put-on.
He was not quite as stupid as she imagined, and the night before had been a real eye-opener for him. She had finally decided she really ought to let him have a little; he had kicked up a protest at some of the bills she had run up for clothes and more clothes, and giving him a tuck was her way of soothing his ruffled temper. He had played with her more than usual before climbing between her legs, and he had realized that the lubricant in her cunt was not her own, but some kind of jelly, and her responses seemed more phony than ever before.
She had seemed in a hurry to have him finish, he had got his gun off too swiftly again, but the real stopper had been when he had slipped out of bed and crept down the hallway to the bathroom, his ear to the door.
He had often wondered why she spent so much time in the can after he shot a load in her cunt, and now he knew. A low, girlish moan of excitement, a swift faint rattle of the toilet-tank lid, an unmistakable thump of bare heels on the floor, told it all.
But she had not finished right away, she had played around with herself a while before getting her jollies. And the crowning insult to his maleness had been her muffled cry, right at the peak of her climax.
"… ohhhhh, Candi! Ohhhh, honey!… ”
That too-beautiful, slim-assed, Lesbian-looking photographer. Fuck! He was not competing with some stud, although she probably was getting some cock on the side, too-he was bucking another female. Sonorabitch. He had heard a rumor or two about her in Boise, before the marriage; she had lived with some twat named Pam Nugent…
But he had to get good solid evidence to kick her ass out of his nest. Mia had a good thing going, he made very good money, and she would not give it all up without a fight. California divorce laws had toughened. Fucked if he was going to get married again, there were too many broads looking for a living arrangement. Joan Meadows was aching for a fuck and a setup.
Hell with her, now. Ronnie Lemm did things for his glands no other chick ever had. He had always heard a high yellow girl was good fucking. Man, those long, long legs and pert tits, her thick, sensual mouth, that darting tongue… a sweet, rich pussy fragrance… that cute, rounded ass…
Down, rover, down, he thought, his cock still hard. She'll be back, and she's ready! I like the way she takes over, her bold moves. Sonofabitch! Mia thinks I'm undersexed, but she never cared enough to find out, the clever beautiful cunt. Fuck her! She's hung up on another pussy.
At the same time he realized that one of his favorite fantasies involved two eager girls and himself, watching the dames tuck while he rested his cock. Sure, it was a little kinky, but every man was different. He would probably never realize his secret ambition unless he hired two whores to go through the motions. While on Army duty in Korea he had watched two young girls fuck, a kind of side-show display. It had given him one hell of a bone-on, he had gone out and found himself a piece of ass. Those Oriental babes had good tight cunts; he had spent the night with his pickup date and blasted four long loads in her box…
With one martini bubbling in her veins, Ronnie entered the outer door of Alvin's office, noticing that he had indeed cleared the room of his other employees. Just as she twitched inside, he came out of the back office, his eyes lighting up, a wide smile on his face. She had freshened her cunt in the cocktail lounge john, she was as ready for cock as she would ever be. To make herself safe for her occasional pay-dates, she had been on the pill for several years.
There was still danger, though. She hoped Alvin had had his wires clipped. Lots of men his age were surgically sterile. Knowing what she did about Mia, it was almost certain that stuck up cunt would not be taking any risks.
"Do I still look sexy, honey?" she giggled, undulating her ass.
"Hell, you've got it, Ronnie," he growled. He swung around her and locked the door; he took her arm and steered her into his rear sanctum, where she was not surprised to see the lights dimmed and a bottle of whiskey and two glasses sitting on his desk.
He halted. "Hell, would you rather get a motel?”
"I'm an economical girl, big man," she smiled. "You got it all right here. This is different. I never had any fun in a back office… ”
He laughed. "You're a terrific young girl. How. The devil can you go for a man my age?”
"I never argue with my glands, honey," she giggled. "My real father was a lazy shitass. Maybe you're taking his place, huh?”
His eyes flamed, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her in snugly. The tremors that ran up her body from her cunt to her titties to her head were unbelievably good. She remembered her dream about him and her delicious cunt quivers around Sally's dildo. There was something very comforting and reassuring about Alvin, his hands were fine on her body, so far.
She raised her mouth for his kiss and glided her arms across his shoulders. IDs jacket was gone, she could feel her tits boring at his shirted chest; she arched her cuntmound inward, pushing it at his basket. She would not have to pretend to like prick today! As much fun as she had had with Anna Land and Sally and the dildo, she was having her very first wild craving for good, hard prick. Her mother enjoyed her sex both ways, she could learn it, too.
Alvin had not felt his cock so big and hard for years. A certain lithe eagerness about this young part-colored girl was revitalizing his nuts! Shit oh dear, his cock was as hard as a fucking rock. His favorite girlie pictures were very leggy slender models with small, hard tits and a sensual mouth. She had those and a lot more; her cute ass was out of sight!
One time in Las Vegas he had fucked a call girl who had looked a little like Ronnie, but it had been a whore piece, paid-for pussy. That took some of the spark out of it. He was not quite as dumb about broads and cunt as Mia and others suspected; he had a suspicion Ronnie might even be setting him up, but it would be highly interesting to find out. They were in his office, there were no hidden microphones, no gimmicks. He had locked all the doors himself. Even if she screamed no one could hear it. They were about as secluded as a couple could be.
Very beautiful sexy girls were tricky. Mia had fooled him for a long time. Her stylized actions and words had seemed real enough.
"Mmmmmm!" Ronnie whispered into his mouth. She snugged her crotch at his cocklump again. "You've got it for me, honey.”
He shuddered, taking her uptilted mouth, feeling it shiver and spread the way her long legs were spreading. His hands dropped to her miniskirted ass, he cupped the firm, rounded flesh-mounds, his knob swelled delectably. Her tongue flirted, the way it had earlier, and he stabbed his probe deep in her mouth. Her lips fluttered, and her tremors of excitement, the hot cling of her lips, her whole body aroused his need. No girl could act that goddamned hungry. She really wanted his prick.
He was certainly no male whore that every broad looked at, like that easy-going Cleve Langton, but he was successful in his line of work, he made damned good money-he deserved good hot fucking. One of these days he was going to slide some prick into Joan Meadows, too. She was tossing her ass at him every day, but she didn't have it the way Ronnie had it. Shit, no!
He drank the sweet honey from her sensual mouth a few more seconds, inching his hands beneath her miniskirt, caressing the silky-covered ass that excited him so much. What terrific construction! Her tongue began to writhe boldly, her legs tightened on his legs, her fingers dug at the nape of his neck.
Girlish forwardness had always excited him tremendously, something Mia lacked. When he had been eighteen and still a virgin a distant relative of thirty-five had come to visit his parents, a slender hot-eyed brunette divorcee. She had taken it away from him out on the back lawn, she had straddled him and really fucked him good. Those first hot squirts in her busy cunt still lingered in his memory…