"I didn't realize you had such fine tits, Susy," Matt smiled, eyeballing her in the dark blue silk pajamas.
"You smooth bastard," Susy purred, relaxing on the deep sofa in her huge living room. "All you can see in me is money, just like you do with Stella."
"Hell, you're at least ten years younger, baby," he grinned. The silk clung to her superlative body like glue, and he was getting a hard-on. He had proposed taking her to a fancy motel, but she had a deep fear of being seen and recognized. He knew he was lucky to be here at all.
She had arranged for all the servants to be gone. He had even parked out back, in deep shadow. She was acting like a junior-high virgin in Daddy's living room, letting the boyfriend sneak a few feels. This was Tuesday evening. A lot hinged on how Susy went for his charm and his prick. Stella would never give him more than he was getting, and he had pilfered about all the company plans he was going to get. No important-looking envelopes had appeared in her home safe.
Things with Linda had cooled, although she said she still would accept any important microfilm he could come up with. Her company was ready to pay. He really shouldn't be giving away what he could sell-his prick and his expertise. Linda was acting too damned independent. He'd been in there twice. He might go back sometime and give Terri Wood another bouncing. Those big tits were exciting. Linda liked them, too.
"Is this how you operate?" Susy giggled. "Just talking about it? You want a drink or something?"
"No," he grinned, sliding over close. "I want some pussy."
Susy Hall shuddered. She had to have him. Even though they had danced only twice, barely touching where it counted, his virile appeal hit her like a physical blow-right in the cunL She had saved herself since Saturday night, and her cunny was already wet. Coming in the house, he hadn't even kissed her.
Now his left arm slid across her shoulders, and a sweet tremor shot up her legs to her crotch. During her years around Hollywood, running into all kinds of handsome studs and luscious chicks, not one had ever touched her deep, like Matt. And she hadn't had a prick in her cunt in years, It had to be his cock. She realized, from stories 133 she'd heard, that he had plenty of it, and knew how to use it. But that wasn't everything. She was like Stella, she wanted to own him, use him socially, show him off, take him on cruises, trips.
"You really think you could fuck just me, Matt?"she purred, tipping her mouth up. "That's how it has to be, you know."
"I need lots of it, baby," he grinned. "Have you got that contract ready?"
"We can go down to my lawyer's office tomorrow," she said. "Provided you give me a real good screwing!"
His arm tightened, his mouth came down to her lips, and his tongue drove smoothly into her mouth, big and virile. His free hand lifted to the deep slash in her pajama tops, his warm fingers slipped around her tits. God, it was beautiful! All her lesbian activities, her voyeuristic byways with hired studs and her fingers just weren't enough.
She had not turned on so fast in years! Of course, she'd been thinking and dreaming for days, and an hour before his arrival she'd been tempted to have a fast one on her fingers. As he lifted her tender, swelling breasts out of the pajama top, cuddling them and stroking her tingling nipples, she moaned and grabbed him around the neck. His virile strength went through her like a. bolt of electricity, erecting her clitoris, drawing more juice into her sheer party panties. That was all she wore beneath the jammies. She'd been a docile lover all her active sex life, she had never fucked on top, feeling it ungirlish, and no man had ever eaten her. She'd sucked a few cocks for special favors, like a new fur coat or a late-model car, or to wangle a part in a film.
With girls it was different-anything went. After all, a woman had to preserve a little decency! And some men didn't want a harlot, they wanted a broad who at least pretended she was rather "innocent." Let a man believe he was tearing her apart with this certain position and she had him hooked.
You couldn't trick a bastard like Matt. He had seen it all. Stella had bragged a little about how very, very sophisticated he was, that he could keep fucking for "just hours." Damn Stella! That old cunt would soon learn who had the most clout.
She thought he would never reach lower, to open her thighs and press her cunt mound. She lifted on his fingers, stabbing her tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his palm on her clit, let go of her mouth and kissed her tits. Ohhh, dreamy! She was heating all over, becoming sex feverish. "Damn, damnP'she whispered.
"Get in my pants and hold my cock, baby," he murmured.
Her left hand shot to his basket. She unzipped his fly and reached in. His briefs were loose, and she negotiated his massive cock out in just seconds. Ohhhh, what a hunk of meat! It had to be all of ten inches long, thick as her wrist, and the knob- ohhhh, glory! He lipped her nipples as they'd never been lipped before, in and out of his mouth, stinging, stiffening, almost flaming. Her upper breasts were turning a mottled pink, her cunt was oozing more juice, she was sure she did have a high fever.
His hand played faster. She quickly caressed his monster cock, hunched her ass upward. Ohhh, like magic her fun centers began to respond-she was going offffi She cried out sharply, her hips bucking up and down. "Ohhh-ohhh-fuuuuuuuckl" she yelled.
Her nipples hardened, her clitoris went crazy! Pang after pang of total delight pulsed from her little woman-cock. Her cunt mouth tightened convulsively, like it had a prick in it! The room hazed in front of her eyes and she rushed into the aftermath with little cries of joy. "Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh-ohhhh!"
She fell back on the sofa, panting, slowly thrusting up against his fingers. She felt her fun juice leaking through her panties and the silk crotch of her pajama bottom. Ohhh, so quick and hard and beautiful!
"You big sexy bastard!" she breathed, still fondling his cock. It was wet on the glans, burning her fingers. When all that big muscle plowed into her cunt she'd go apeshit!
"Hey, not bad for fifty million worth of pussy," he chuckled.
"Let me suck it, honey?" she whispered, staring at the knob. "Let's do it right-in bed," he grinned. "I wouldn't want to mess up this sofa," she giggled. She let go of his cock and stood. Her legs wobbled, little twinges ran down them, then up to 136 her cunt. Num, nurn, num!
The maid had prepared the bedroom as she'd requested. Blue silk pillows, matching sheets, lights turned low, several feather-soft towels. He looked around and whistled. "Now this is living, Susy," he smiled. "Oh, better than Stella's, huh?"
He moved in front of her, firmed his hands on her ass cheeks, drew her tits against his bare chest. He had removed his sport shirt downstairs. Her swollen breasts had a new sensitivity, and the feel of her nipples in the curls of his hair started her cunt aching again. She hunched at the under-ridge of his prick, and he began drawing her pajama bottoms from her hips, slowly, fondling her bare flesh as he progressed.
Already she was dizzy with need! She rolled her tits at his torso, her bottoms dropped to the carpet, then she stood back while he removed her whisper-sheer panties.
"Beautiful," he murmured, caressing her thighs, gliding his hands up her body, lightly patting her cunt. Then he undressed, slowly, almost casually. The subtle male aroma, his all-over light tan, his well-muscled body, his tremendous big cock, his large drivers made her dizzy again! She backed to the edge of the bed and sank down.
He moved down at her right and whispered in her ear. "Damn, you're sexy, Susy! How do you like it? What do you want first? I want everything to be just right for you." "Oh, just like down below, only this time get that big hot thing in me!" "Move over on the bed, sweet," he grinned.
In seconds they were side by side, and he started to show her what he had learned about women and their needs.
Matt had expected her to be different. Stella had mentioned that 'everybody' knew Susy bought clean young men and girls and indulged in awful orgies-that she was a slut. But then he should have known that no tongue was more vicious than that of a jealous broad.
He kissed her with lots of tongue, fondling her tits and thighs and cunt in traditional square routine. She was more submissive than most, turning on faster than most, and her cunt was soppy before he hardly touched it. He had to spread her thighs and guide her hand to his cock, but once she got her pinkies on it, her shivers and little gasps of joy showed how hungry she was.
Now for the cunt play and the nipple kisses. Gently up and down the slit, suck a nipple deep, tongue it, circle her larger-than-average clit, tease it to make her shiver and arch her tits. Now the finger gently in the cunt, arousing a low moan of delight. Now a maw, but not tiny, either. It would be reasonably snug around his meat.
"OhhhhhhhhP'she breathed, squeezing his cock hard. "Goooood pussy," he breathed around a nipple. "Ohhh-get it IN me!"she cried, shuddering. He went above her, taking his pillow with him. He helped lift her ass while he slid it under. He sat on his heels and fooled around with her cunt and inner thighs. Very good legs, a firm ass, smooth flat belly. Thick cunt bush, black as coal. The pink inner labia already were pooched out past the outer labia. She was shaking, breathing fast, her eyes glazed.
A good six, maybe seven. He lifted her legs, slanted them back, crawled forward and steered his prick to her box. As his knob parted the puffed-out cunt lips, she whined loudly, her tits lifted high, her thighs trembled-and he horsed it deep into this fifty-million-dollar cunt.
Susy "cried out! God! He was so deep in her she felt nailed to the bed! Her cock-starved vagina tightened, a vivid cascade of heavenly thrills spread through her body, her clit began to throb, and now she screamed!
One deep stud stroke and she was going off! The clasping spasms of her cunt were unbelievable! Oh, it was not just that she'd waited so long for cock; it was sweeter and deeper and better than any sensual experience of her life! Her whole pelvis was wrenching and heaving, her cunt was grabbing at his cock!
Only one man had ever doubled her up like this, with padding beneath her butt, and she hadn't been really turned on. His puny five inches had hurt her, because she knew this pose shortened the vagina. Where all of Matt's prick was she had no idea, but it was there-where the action was! She'd heard of the ultimate erotic experience, and she had just known it. She was still shivering and twitching around his deep-jammed prick, and the after-thrills were nearly as sharp and heavenly as the orgasmic convulsions.
She had even forgotten to yell out her usual words at climax! She had forgotten everything except the pounding glory of her ride to the sky. Sweet Jeeeeeesus! She had to have him now, at any cost! The reason Stella owned him was dramatically clear-he was giving her the ultimate sensual pleasure. On top of that, everybody in their circle knew Stella was fucking that leggy, pretty mulatto who lived there.
"Very fine!" Matt breathed against her tits. "You come off like a cannon."
If I tell him how I feel he'll want half my estatel she thought, shuddering. / know what he is, but I'm so gone on him I'm afraid to say anything! "You're damn good, Matt!" she breathed. "Want another one now, baby?"
"Let me rest a little, honey," she murmured. She stared as he drew that huge wet piston out of her cunt. The skin was peeled back, the whole purplish glans was fully exposed. Ohhh, what a vision, what acock!
He sat back on his heels, grinning, caressing her thighs, which she had dropped back on the bed. The sweet high fever remained. She felt a kind of rich glow that warmed her entire being. She had been teased and stroked and loved and finally fucked by a master bedroom technician. Rumor had it that he could hold his spurt for an entire session, and that sometimes he didn't shoot at all. Some kind of Oriental expertise he had learned in his travels. What he didn't know about girls and pussy had not yet been discovered! Beyond that, he obviously didn't know shit. "Second thoughts?" he asked, patting her cunt.
"Ohhh, not on your life!" she breathed. "What are you going to tell Stella?"
"That you're younger and richer and better fucking," he smiled. "And you offer me more."
She giggled, writhing her ass. "Am I really better fucking?" "Baby, you've got it all."
Mainly money, she thought. Damn. Stella isn 't going to just roll over. If we start fighting and bidding on him, somebody's gonna get hurt. I know who to call when I want somebody's mind changed. Couple of busted legs or a face mashed in. She must have connections, too. Fuck! We simply can't start a war over this! There has to be a better way…
Linda Field was checking the lingerie counter in Williams Department Store when a very engaging young blonde approached her. What a beautiful long-legged pussy! "Haven't we met?" the girl smiled.
"I don't think so," Linda smiled. "But I wish we had." Their eyes met, held, and Linda felt a neat little stir in the clit. Since her revealing threesome with Matt and Terri Wood she was looking at girls in a 141 whole new way-and what she was seeing now sharpened her perspective.
"I work here, but I'm on a coffee break," the blonde said, her eyes flicking across Linda's sweatered boobs.
"Great," Linda smiled back. "I have the day off, and lots more of them."
"Spot across the street is nice," the sexy blonde said.
Crossing the street they exchanged names. Linda had given her notice at Western Computers, and Purdy had been rather nasty about it, so she had simply walked out. Screw him!
Most of her five million was already invested with a brokerage firm recommended by the attorney who had handled the deal, and she had a very comfortable balance in her checking account. She had not felt so wonderful in years. Free to do anything she wanted that was legal and not unhealthy!
In a rear booth over coffee Linda had to ask, "Where did you see me before, Janni?"
"Kind of embarrassing, really. My sister and I were having a weekend party with this big stud at a little cottage, and I followed him when he left for a 'hike.' He met a girl, they exchanged some packages, and-"
"Oh, that stud!" Linda broke in. She giggled. "I got some of that, too." Janni rolled her eyes. "God, can he fuck."
"I know. He's a paid joy boy for a rich old broad in Beverly Hills." "I knew it!" Janni said. "Lauren, that's my sis-142 ter, and I were trying to find out who he was."
"Now you know," Linda said. "Is Lauren as sexy as you?"
"More, I think. Say, why don't you drop by our place tonight? She left her husband. We're sharing an apartment."
"Love to," Linda said, gazing at the sharply defined tittie thrusts inside Janni's blouse. The blonde took a deep breath and pushed them out farther, a casual little feminine gesture, but loaded with meaning.
Janni shivered as she watched Linda walk away down the street, that sweet rounded ass in the tight pants undulating suggestively. Janni's palm still tingled where Linda had teased it when they had pressed fingers in front of the cafe.
She's gonna fuck me, and I hope it's tonight! Janni thought. Talk about luck. I bet Lauren goes for her, too. We always get a hard-on over the same person. Jeeeeeese, she's sure got it. She must be on vacation, not working.
It was fun being picked up by a sensational, ripe, sexy brunette like Linda. She didn't appear to be the typical L.A. lesbian out on the make. She had class. She just hoped Linda wouldn't be turned off by the sister thing; they were not too proud of it themselves.