"So you're not really interested in a man who screws for a living," Matt said, glancing around the living room of Linda Field's apartment.
She flushed and looked away. "I didn't say that!"
It was Wednesday evening. He had called her earlier to say that he had a very important piece of microfilm to hand her, and to ask if she had the money. She had said that she did.
Monday evening he had struck gold. Rona and Stella had gone to a concert. He had opened the safe and found a large manila envelope marked Top Secret in big red letters. He had dug out his Minox, taken pix of the five blueprints inside, returned the envelope and relocked the safe. . Tuesday morning he had called his contact at Western Computers and said he had a big one. The
price was a hundred grand. Much more than they had been used to forking over. But when Matt had called two hours later, the man had said it was okay. But that it had better be good.
Matt had then requested that the exchange be made Wednesday evening, and asked that Linda close the deal. A call an hour later had indicated this was agreeable, too. So here he was in her apartment, ready to do business.
"Well, relax," he grinned, resting comfortably on her sofa. She wore dressy black pants, a white blouse that shaped her tits attractively, and her dark hair was loose and wavy around her face. She was all made up, too. She sat in a chair across from him, long legs crossed.
"Why did you ask for me? I just substituted on Saturday."
"I like to look at a good-looking filly," he smiled. "Business should be a pleasure."
"Doesn't it bother you a little, stealing from your wife's company?"
"Hell, that electronics company of hers is just a plaything." He opened his legs so she could see his outfit in his tight trousers. "She's loaded. I'm sure you know all about her."
"That's part of my work," she said, glancing away. "Uh-would you like a drink?"
"I drink very little, but with you, okay, Linda." He stared at her tits and she flushed again. "Scotch and water."
She shot out of the chair, wiggled into her kitchen. She wanted a fuck, all right, but as usual she would go through the old la-de-dah shit-she wanted to 'know' him better before spreading out for cock. Hell, she probably already had a file on him a half-inch thick. Industrial espionage had its little rules.
Linda's fingers shook as she forked ice into two glasses. When her superiors had told her she would make the transfer she had felt a thrill in the clit. When he had unzipped his pants and displayed his monster of a prick… that animall The vision of it still burned in her thoughts. And hadn't she rushed home afterward and fondled herself into several stinging, deep climaxes? Her panties already were turning damp. She had been turned on ever since she had reached home, knowing he would be here.
A world traveler, a rake who had been servicing women for fees probably since his teens, a no-good bastard through and through, and when she looked at him she turned to water! For her age, Stella Fordham was a very attractive woman, and he had been fucking her in more than one way for almost a year. And he was old enough to be Linda's father! The whole idea was just obscene, but she was trapped by her own desires.
She wanted to be successful, too. Already she was assistant to the vice-president at Western Computers. She could move up. She hoped to own one of those slick new houses builders were designing for singles, not too far from a beach. Lots of very handsome hunks lurked at the better swim spots. She brought the drinks into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, 56 and sat at his left. As he reached for his highball he peeked down inside her blouse. His nearness was like he was already touching her. There was an aura of overpowering maleness about him that reached her cunt and breasts.
"Do you like sports?" she asked, her voice tremulous.
"Bedroom kind," he grinned. "You want to pay me for the negatives now, or later." "Uh-later," she giggled.
He barely touched his drink. He put it down and unzipped his pants. In seconds his prick was showing, and it looked even larger than before!
"Jesus, you beast!" she cried, rattling her glass back on the coffee table. She knew her face was flaming.
"You know you want to hold it, so go ahead," he smiled, as if he was showing the back of his hand. "Oh! Is this how you hooked Stella Fordham?"
"Sure, and a few other tricks. You want to play house, so let's cut through the shit and get down to it."
She gasped, knowing she should make the deal and order him out of her apartment, but when his left arm slid across her shoulders, and his right hand began opening her blouse, she shuddered- and her right hand went to that stiffening huge dark cock. Her rich fantasy was now reality!
His mouth was suddenly on her eager, opening lips, his hand crept in on her bra-less tits, and her fingers tightened around his hot, rigid monster of a cock. God, oh God! Her thighs spread, her hips curled upward, she was shivering like a hot bride about to get her wedding-night prick.
He kissed with a kind of erotic thoroughness that told her instantly he wanted to eat her, a thing that she had hoped for from at least two of her boyfriends, but that had never transpired. She'd done a little penis-sucking, as a prelim, but the guy invariably went off sooner than usuak
Matt held her and fondled her like she was a kind of sex goddess, like she was very, very special-no wonder he earned his keep this way! It was a glorious, nerve-shattering romantic experience! Her tits felt hugel
Matt was enjoying himself. He had run into a lot of these slick, attractive career girls, and he had yet to find one who had been adequately fucked. They slept around a little, went to ski resorts or beaches or night clubs with men around their own age or a bit older, and the evening ended with a five-minute fuck that often didn't even begin to satisfy the girl. If the guy could squirt twice, she might make it once.
All this lib shit hadn't improved them, except to make some bolder, driving away males who wanted to be dominant. So it was masturbate, sit on it, or fuck girls. What a waste! What a shame! Men in the 1890's had known more about fucking than the average 'modern' stud. Get it in and pump to a climax. If the girl made it, okay. If not, that was her fault. He stroked his tongue and teased her fine long nipples into sensual hardness, feeling her vivid tremors of excitement as she softened back, her long, firm legs opening. If he quit now and had her take her pants and panties off, he would break the spell. Get her off and then begin the real fun.
Nibbling at her lips, he dropped his play hand to her uptilted crotch and began to rub it where the action was, her clit zone. Now he kissed down her throat, nuzzled the blouse open and popped a dark, tumid nipple in his mouth. Her left hand caught in his hair, her right hand slid up and down on his leaky-headed cock, and a vivid shudder said it would not be long now.
My God! Linda thought. Nobody ever sucked my tits like this! lean't believe how puffed out they are! / want his prick in me, but I won't get it right now. Ohhhh, I'm COMING!
Her hips bucked, her legs jerked farther apart, she felt the stinging surges of her passion pulse from her clit. Ohhh, they were so sharp and heavenly! Even her sucked nipple seemed to throbl Her head whirled. She had never experienced this kind of man!
"Ohhhh, Matt!" she breathed, shivering in the aftermath.
"Very good, Linda," he murmured around her nipple. "Now, let's get undressed and do this right."
"Yesss!" she gasped. Her panties were a gooey mess, she had to go in the bathroom and dainty herself. And then-ohhhh! She struggled upward, and wobbled into the little hallway that led to the John. Her legs could hardly carry her…
Matt patted his prick and grinned. He hadn't lost his touch. He'd popped another girl harder than she'd ever been popped, and she was just getting into it. A great experience to show an American girl what sex was really like.
A hundred grand! He had far from enough put away, but he was getting there. He had been toying with another plan, too. One of Stella's rich women friends, Susy Hall, had made him a proposition.
It was so good he was certain there had to be a catch, somewhere. Her husband had left her so much real estate in and around L.A. that a large office had been set up just to handle details and take in the money. She lived most of the year in Nassau, the Bahamas, but she spent part of the time in Beverly Hills.
She promised that if he'd live with her, she would deed him two big high-rise apartment buildings free and clear. No marriage, she was smarter than that, but she needed a man, a stud, a companion.
The only catch was that he was a little afraid of her. Her husband had died in a boating accident off CataSina, with Susy the only witness. Stella had told him most of the details, how insurance companies had investigated, how the police had done the same-and come up with nothing.
He knew a guy in the insurance scam, and this happened quite a lot. Good-looking younger broad marries rich old fart, he has a fatal 'accident' and grieving young spouse walks off with the whole estate.
She didn't want marriage, so what did he have to fear? A cunt that vicious might have him rubbed out if he got a little from one of the maids or something. Susy did expect fidelity. The rest of his active sex life honking just one cunt? No way. Susy didn't even want a sample of his cock. It was all or nothing. And right now his thought for the day was, fuck her.
Stella was more practical, even furnishing him some nice young pussy right at home-Rona. That Stella also fucked her did not bother him; she was a beautiful, clean, hot piece of ass. Let Susy hire joy boys, a procedure that Stella said Susy did regularly.
On the other hand, Susy was much younger than Stella, and better-looking. She'd been in films, mostly minor parts, and although Stella claimed she was 'around forty,' he had discovered that she was actually thirty-two. Dark, medium height, plump and rounded, her ancestry was basically Italian.
He figured she would be a fairly good fuck. Her offer wouldn't hold forever, for she would eventually find some experienced cocksman she wanted to keep around. At several of Stella's parties, where Susy had been a guest, she had asked him for dances. The polite thing to do, you know. She'd always succeeded in giving him a big hard-on, and those just happened to be the nights when Stella had wanted cock. It was like Stella used her lady friend to get him up, after which Stella 'cashed in.' On those evenings he earned his keep. When Stella did get horny for cock, she went all-out.
He had considered talking to Stella about working out a 'deal' with Susy-live a while with one, then the other. But he knew broads, they wanted to 'own' their steady male. If only cunts could handle sex the way men did.
A rich man in the Orient bought as many young concubines as he could afford. Here, where the big money was available, cunts played the music. Sad. He had Susy's private number, in California and Nassau.
Linda came into the living room all decked out in a black sheer nightie and heels, hip-high dark nylons held up with a little red garter belt. His cock began swelling again.
Linda shivered as she led him into her bedroom. She had prepared the place for action-covers turned back, a small lamp on, cassette player going with Glenn Miller, softly. She was not a rock-music freak. She wished her place was more luxurious, and larger.
She watched him undress, the crazy swift heat of her need suffusing her whole body, wetting her swollen pussy again. It had never been so tender and puffy! Not one of her dates had stimulated her this much. She was in a trance of erotic craving. "Sexy outfit," he grinned, finally naked. He was as trim and hard as a man half his age. His nuts were huge, nestled in "grey hair that matched the iron-gray on his head. He was the first uncircum-cised man she'd ever seen.
How many times had she gone to parties with a guy, dancing, drinking, dirty stories, hoping for some kind of real passion, and at the end of the evening the sneaky little fondling in her place or his, the dark bed, the too-swift pneumatic follow-up. A few moments of pumping and it was all over.
She could remember only two who had ever tried for 'seconds,' and she had climaxed then- but just barely. And such small cocks! Few of her boyfriends ever called back. There had to be something wrong with her responses. She obviously was not a very good 'lay,' or maybe she had B.O.
She had trouble 'talking about nothing,' too-party conversation. She was not aggressive, or so she thought. She was not much of a giggler. At work she dressed conservatively, and in some parts of the office she was called 'hands-off Linda.' The cute little dumb-acting chicks were the most popular.
And because she had a high-paying position and was trusted with certain company secrets, the other girls were cool to her, some even snotty. That she was smarter and better-looking did not help, either. Some inferred she was 'mannish.' Screw 'em.
She took off her sandals and crawled on the bed, pushing the covers back, stretching and showing off. The nightie hem slid up past her crotch, she opened her long legs and pushed her tits up snugly into the cupping lace.
"You don't talk much," he smiled, sliding down at her right. "I like that." "Good," she said, her voice trembly. The touch 63 of his shoulder, the feel of his hand resting lightly on her belly, then the head of his huge cock burning against her hip, sent furious shivers along her body. He was so completely in charge, so cool, almost 'professional.'
Don't think about all the women he's fucked for money! she thought. Maybe he 'II send me a bill!
His mouth touched her already puffy lips, his hand played around on her belly. She opened wide and felt his tongue dive slowly, voluptuously, the coital mouth stimulator. His tongue drew back, she stroked her probe, shivering with joy. God, it. was wonderful!
Now his clever hand bypassed her cunt and fondled the nyloned inner reaches of her thighs, pressing and squeezing, moving with tantalizing slowness toward her eager pussy. Their tongues chased back and forth, and at last he touched her cunt. A full palm press, like the one on the sofa, but against her bare flesh it was infinitely sweeter. Her left hand moved to his cock, and she shuddered as her fingers slipped up and down it, across the wet-slick knob, half concealed yet by his foreskin. It tensed in her gentle grip and his mouth lifted. He nibbled at her underlip, and very gently a finger slid into her cunt. Beautiful! "OhhhhP'she gasped, hunching up. "Nice tight pussy," he murmured.
No one had ever told her that, or anything else about her vagina-and knowing that men did like a snug 'fit,' she felt deliciously fortunate. He explored carefully her urethra, which she often excited during masturbation, and in deep. He touched a spot at the end of her vagina that was so sensitive she gasped. It was the mouth of her womb!
His finger-end teased it, and suddenly his thumb pressed into her clitoris. She trembled, he caressed it in a way that told her he liked her girlie-prick. Again, she had no idea how she compared with other females. The diagrams she had examined in sex books showed a tiny 'knob' about the size of a pea, which was super-sensitive.
Hers, when she was excited, enlarged much more, and the concealed 'stem' below it expanded, too. At orgasm her clit stuck out half an inch past the surrounding flesh.
"Beautiful," he murmured, now nibbling at her right ear lobe. Mmmmmmm. No one had ever done that for her, either.
"OhhhhP'she breathed, as he gently circled her clit with the wet finger so recently inside her cunt. "Ohhhh, Matt!"
His cock tensed again. He slid his finger back inside her vagina, pressed his thumb just below the tip of her clit and squeezed the mouth of her urethra. His hand wiggled. Honey-dipped thrills tumbled through her loins, her legs shook, her breasts lifted, her nipples stiffened as if he were sucking them once more, and she rose tumultuously toward her peak of desire. Almost… almost… and now!
"Come!" he urged against her mouth. "Come offfffl"
She squealed! Pang after heavenly pang of delight shot from her clitoris, her hips bucked and she writhed and jerked on the bed like a snake at mating time. Ohhhh, it was like the first one with him, but a hundred times better! She had never climaxed so furiously!
Now he clasped her whole cunt with his palm, letting her hunch and thrust for the dreamy after-pangs, so rich and delightful she cried out again. She had lost the hold on his cock in a frenzy of responses, but she found it again, panting and softening into a cozy haze of pure satisfaction. "Very good," he murmured into her hair.
"Ohhhhh," she breathed gratefully. "Wonderful!"
Two terrific orgasms and he hadn't brought his cock even near her pussy! But now she had to watch herself. Her impulse was to seize him around the neck and tell him that she was wild about him, in love with him, even! How ridiculous.
But such emotion-packed moments stunned her. She could hardly think. What probably lots of girls had known in their teens, she was having at the age of twenty-six, and it was a tough thing to handle. She hid her face against his shoulder. She simply had to collect her wits and treat this as just another date. Because that was all it could be. She was a bachelor girl out for some bedroom fun, and she had opened a door she had never thought existed. How often she'd read about young women becoming so emotional about a guy they'd do anything for him. And how she had 66 laughed. No man would ever have such a grip on her. Wrong!
I would pay him! she thought wildly. He's turned me dear around. He's opened up whole new zones of pleasure. When he gets that big cock in me, I'll go ape, I'll lose my mind! He can have this any time he wants it!
Matt had been in situations like this many times. He knew he had fired her cannon better and harder than anyone ever had, including Linda. He called it "awakening a cunt to her erotic potential." In the Orient and in many other parts of the world, girls learned to climax well at a very early age; they grew up with it, enjoying sex was a heritage.
"Good stuff, huh?" he said lightly, resting back and relaxing.
"Fantastic!" she exclaimed, still holding his cock. "I know this probably sounds dumb, but what about you?"
"I wait till the girl has her enjoyment," he grinned. "All she can handle."
"How do you do it?" she murmured. "I mean-"
"Not to worry," he smiled. "Making you come is most of my pleasure." He patted her leaky, swollen pussy. "God!" she giggled. "How I love it!" "I've barely started," he grinned.