"You were pretty rough on him, honey," Lauren said to Janni. "I wouldn't mind fucking him."
"Ah, he's so square it's pitiful," Janni said, sex-ily stretching out on the bed. "Come on, hand me one of those dildoes. We might as well do it all!"
Lauren shuddered. She'd sold a lot of the things at the drugstore-they were fast movers-but she hadn't tried it. There were four sizes, ranging in length from five inches to twelve, the longer ones being thicker. The biggie with the foot-long shaft had created some laughs from customers, but she'd sold only one of them.
The middle-aged woman who'd bought it had smiled and winked at Lauren. "I'd rather have some left over than not enough!" The two had become rather good friends. Mona's husband was in a wheelchair, and her doctor had recommended a dildo. She had confided to Lauren later that the whole idea had been a terrible shock to her, but the thing was satisfying her needs.
"You want a Mini, Medium, Maxi or Monster?" Lauren giggled.
"Maxi," Janni laughed. "Matt kind of spoiled me."
Lauren crawled on the bed at her sister's left, taking the Medium. The pink, slightly knobbed cock-shaped plastic thing still bugged her a little. Would it really fill the bill? The convenient handle and the three-speed vibrator feature were great selling points. As usual, Janni was bolder. She pushed the knob into her uptilted pussy and slid it carefully home.
"Ohhhh, funnn!"she laughed. She stroked it in and out, in and out. Already the shaft was shiny with cunt juice. Her left hand went to her pretty, puffy tits, and she flicked the switch to 'low.'
"Wow!" she gasped, and quickly turned off the power. "I don't want to go off that soon."
Lauren made her move. Oh, it was neat. She had warmed them in the bathroom. The knob hit bottom, and a shower of thrills spread through her loins. Jab, jab, jab. Whooopeeeee!
"Isn't this terrific, honey!" Janni giggled, pumping her cock, playing with her boobs. A light flush colored her throat. Her long legs quivered. She stopped fucking herself and rested. Lauren stroked, too, right up to the edge of her orgasm. Ohhh! She rested back on her pillow, savoring the anticipation. This was better than fingers! Watching each other was now more delightful than ever. When some curious frustrated broad asked about the dildoes, she could speak with authority.
"I gotta get one, honey!" Janni breathed, poking faster. Her pretty face twisted in its familiar intimate way, her titties arched upward, her long legs jerked and she stroked the cock swiftly..,.
Love it, love it! Janni thought, her clit tensing as the honey spurted from it. Jeeeeeesus. I can hit it just when it feels the best! Like on my fingers, but better!
"Ohhh, ohhh,ohhh!" she cried shrilly. Her cunt was clenching in delirious cadence. It was a real biggie!
Now she heard Lauren going off, and Janni recovered enough to watch her sister. Lauren was getting hers with the vibrations, the handle dancing in her grip. It was damn good for her. She moaned and bucked her hips, her tits shaking dramatically. "Ohhh-fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lauren cried.
Somehow Lauren's orgasms always lasted longer than Janni's. Maybe they were even sweeter! They had discussed it and decided it was because Lauren had been sexually active longer.
The girls rested, snuggling closer, and the bond between them seemed even stronger. As soon as Jed returned from Omaha to take charge of the drugstore, Lauren was moving in with Janni. They had to have each other, man or no man.
On Friday morning Linda Field got the word from the engineering department at Western Computers. Her boss, Purdy, stood in front of her desk, his face white. "You really fucked up good, Linda." "What do you mean, Mister Purdy?"
"That hundred-grand design was phony. The blueprints were of an ordinary black and white TV set!"
She felt cold water run through her body, all the way down to her pussy. That rotten, fucking Matt Dodson! This could be her ass.
"I'm no engineer," she said, controlling her voice. "I took what he had. I gave you the microfilm."
Purdy scowled, pacing back and forth. "Somebody on the other end got wise. We got to teach that asshole a lesson. Now, here's what we do…"
Stella Fordhatn, resting in a padded chair at the rim of her big swimming pool, decided that tonight, Saturday, was the evening when Matt earned his money. It was now early afternoon. He rested at her left, sipping iced tea, looking very fit and sexy in the brief swim trunks. Her bikini was modestly cut. She simply didn't have the figure at forty-two she'd had at half that age.
Her women friends still envied her, though. Her tits still were firm, her waist trim and her ass and legs were better than a lot of broads had at thirty. Rigid dieting and exercise had kept her 'looking good.'
She knew Matt had photographed her joke blueprints, and it seemed odd that he was acting so pleased with himself. He had met Linda Field and had been there long enough to fuck her. Then, the next day he had driven to a savings and loan outfit out in the valley and made a deposit.
Arthur Frost, the detective, always gave detailed reports. Matt wouldn't pass up a sexy-looking filly like Linda-the cunts just couldn't leave him alone.
Rona Hall wiggled out onto the patio, delicious in a red mini-bikini. She paraded in front of Stella and Matt, waving her tits and ass, and Stella felt a strong tingle in the twat. She'd had a touch of flu and hadn't fucked the young mulatto, or anyone else, in a week. She was ready,
"You haven't been in to see me lately, stud," she purred, looking down at Matt's cock bulge.
"He's been getting some on the side, honey," Stella said. "As usual."
Matt grinned, opening his strong, tanned legs. "I always have enough for you two girls."
"Well, come on over here and start heating me up for a big night," Stella smiled. Sometimes she needed a whole day of frivolity to get a real hard-on for cock. With just Rona, a couple of hours was enough. Feeling the voluptuous mulatto come off was a hell of a turn-on. Matt was so damned cool. Beyond a doubt, there was little in sex he hadn 't experienced. He stood, stretched and moved behind Stella's deck chair. His hands caressed her shoulders as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "How many times you going to get off tonight, baby?"
She trembled. His warm, expert hands slid down to her halter. He coursed his fingers across her tit bulges, not uncovering them just yet. Rona stood in front of Stella, rocking her beautiful ass, pushing her tits out, giggling.
He murmured again. "You have the hottest cunt in town, baby. You should let me in there oftener."
All bullshit, of course, and she loved it. He made it dirty, but not gross. Sometimes he brought her flowers with suggestive notes attached. If he was home when she went to the office, he always kissed her, ran his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her tits. He was so good for her ego.
She could forget his little thievery for a while. Western Computers couldn't be paying him very much-they couldn't afford it. Surely by now they knew they'd been tricked, had paid Matt for a lemon.
Some companies became very upset about things like this. She certainly didn't want some goon breaking his fingers and legs. People had been killed for a lot less than a hundred grand! She would have to put a stop to this silliness. Another worry had cropped up, too. At a recent party she had noticed that rich cunt of a Susy Hall whispering in his ear on the dance floor. Susy's vicious nature was known. Everybody who had any sense realized she had murdered her husband for his wealth, only no one could prove it.
She wanted Matt, and might go very high for him. She had real estate all over Los Angeles County. She was a good ten years younger than Stella, had been in a few movies as a starlet and knew how to display her body and face.
But the word was that she'd permit no fooling around. If she bought a prick, she wanted all of it. Matt would never go for that drill. Staying 'true' to one pussy was like asking him to fly under his own power.
Now he kissed her neck below her right ear and gently unfastened her halter. His expert fingers ran across, under and around her boobs like they were studded with diamonds. God, he was wonderful! Her nipples perked out, tingles ran from them down her bod to her clit.
He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "tonight I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk, baby."
She softened back in the chair, eyes closed, drinking in the sweet sensations. Time for a breather now. He knew it, gave her tits a parting squeeze, and returned to his chair.
"Looks like you're gettin' up faster'n usual, honey," Rona cooed, long legs apart, her thinly covered cunt aimed right at Stella.
"It's real good today," Stella laughed. "Are you juicy?" "I could use a couple," Rona giggled.
"I can bring your fun, or Matt can, or why don't you just do it yourself. I love to watch you work on your bod, honey." Rona laughed, removed her mini halter and panty, and moved a chair in front of Stella. She spread out, knees almost touching Stella's knees, and started her cunt and tittie play. She knew who was boss.
She had trimmed the black fuzz on her cunt so that the thick labia showed clearly, and her slit was getting shiny with pussy lubricant. Standard procedure. Left hand on her tits, right hand on her twat.
Matt watched, too, but he wasn't even hard. He'd seen it before. He didn't show his cock because he knew Stella was not wild about that until much later on. They did what she liked, or else. These two sex machines cost her a bundle,
Stella fit her hands on her own naked tits as Rona began her fun trip. She didn't have long fingernails, and the main reason was clear. She ran her longest digit in her cunt and fit her thumb just below the strong thick nub of her clit, which was now showing, dark pink. She loved to tickle her urethra.
"Nnnnnnn!" she groaned, caressing her thick dark nipples, wiggling her play hand. She pouted her sensual lips, running her tongue in and out. She knew Stella liked to see that, too.
Now Rona paused and rested, dragging it out, as any smart girl did for the best sensations. Her cunt lips were swelling, a hint of coral inner flesh showed around her finger. She hunched her ass, and slowly began her hand play again.
Her clit enlarged, she was breathing faster, and she stopped her movements just in time.
"Good girl," Stella giggled. "You're getting better." "You taught me that," Rona breathed. "Sure is hell to hold it sometimes!" 101
Matt sighed. He'd heard shit like this a dozen times, watched these two get it on, except that Stella was slower than a slow freight. He got so fucking bored with it all. Rona would bust her fun pretty soon, yell and twist her ass; then she'd start fooling around with Stella.
He'd have to call Lauren again, meet her and her leggy sister at the cottage. He was sure they'd go for it. Janni was worth another big gush or two of his jism. He had even plucked her cherry. She'd be out after more cock, once she'd had a taste of it, and Lauren was always fine humping.
Linda Field needed more of his prick, too. That was really choice; she thought he was right up there next to Casanova. She had a thing for mature men. Part of his skill was banging them better and harder than they'd ever had it, and he was a master at the art.
Maybe he'd take Linda to a fancy motel or some neat resort not too far away. His cock began to swell in spite of himself. Rona was getting her goodies now, her cunt mouth spasming around her plunging finger, her clit pulsing. Her cry of pleasure reminded him of a jungle animal squealing in the night.
He'd been there too many times. She was no longer exciting. On top of that, she was a dumb cunt. But then, how the hell smart was he, living off wealthy broads most of his life. Maybe he and Rona were too much alike, selling it.
"Damn, that was a big one, Stella!" Rona cooed, resting. Stella giggled. "Let's go in on a bed now. You can nibble around on me." She glanced over at Matt. "Don't leave the house, darling."
"Wouldn't think of it, baby," he smiled. "Think I'll take a swim." He posed so she could see his half-hard cock inside the trunks. She giggled, then she and Rona left the patio, hands on each other's ass. Fucking lezzies.
He felt good about that hundred grand. He had checked the safe, looking for more classified stuff, but had found nothing. Too soon yet.
Knowing Stella and Rona would be busy for a couple of hours or so while the old cunt built up a good head of steam, during which time Rona would pop off a dozen times or more, he walked into the den, closed the door and dialed Linda's number. She took it on the second ring.
"Your big stud here, baby," he said in his sexiest tone.
"Oh, Matt! How nice. Uh, do you have something new to trade?" "No, but I'd like to get in your panties again."
She giggled. He knew he was thrilling her. "When?"
"What about tomorrow night?" He'd have Stella banged good by ten tonight, at the latest. She had started early. He could sleep half of Sunday and be in good shape.
"Oh, wonderful!" she breathed. She sounded like he already had a finger on her clit and his tongue in her mouth.
"Good. I'll pick you up at your apartment about eight." She giggled some more, and they cut it off. Linda shivered, her right hand pressing her cunt mound. She'd just showered, preparing to go shopping, but there was no hurry. Frankly, she'd had nothing else to do. A dull weekend had stretched ahead-but not anymore! She wished their date was tonight. That old broad of a Stella surely had him tied up at home.
The towel fell from her upper body. She rested back in the chair and savored the anticipation. She didn't like Purdy's plan, but he had told her to play Dodson along, act innocent. Tomorrow evening would be just for fun.
Damn. Her nipples were stiffening and she felt pussy wetness on her palm. Just his voice could turn her on, high. Should she save it all for him, or have a nice hot quickie? She just couldn't resist. She walked in her bedroom, where she'd had such a glorious fucking, spread out and started her pussy fun trip.
Oh! Her clit was as hard as the tip of her little finger. He had been in her thoughts for days, he had colored her whole life, and she could care less that he was at least twice her age. She had read his file a dozen times. He had fucked hundreds of women and girls. He was a no-good gigolo. And she was nuts about him-ridiculous, but true.
What she had read about women giving up everything for 'love' had sounded unreal-but already she had secretly considered trying to corner him for herself. She couldn't afford him. She made very good money for a girl her age, but she had noticed that his shoes alone cost more than she earned in one week. While she was at work he'd be screwing other girls, maybe even charging them fees! Why did she get tangled up with such an animal? It was a wonder that some jealous broad hadn't killed him.
Already she was about to come! She gripped her left tittie, rubbed her clit zone with the heel of her hand and felt the sweet, achy throbs of her goodies. She squealed! Her hips jerked up and down, her tits arched high, and she could almost feel that huge cock pumping in her cunt…
Susy Hall's secretary put the call through to her bedroom. A man, Elaine had said. Susy lifted the receiver. "Yes?" "Matt here," came the vibrant virile tones.
Her heart thumped, her clit tingled. She had been trying to decide what frock to wear to a party that evening, and now wore only a robe.
"Have you made up your mind about leaving dear Stella?" she asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. "Not exactly," he answered, teasingly. "My proposition still holds,"she said.
"How do I know how good you are in bed if I don't try it?" he asked. He was sounding very independent.
"I learned how to skin a prick years ago, darling," she answered dryly. "No preview fucks."
"I'll clang your bell better than anyone ever did, baby," he chuckled. "How many times can you get off on one date?"
She trembled. He knew how this kind of talk stirred her. Maybe she should try the shoe on before buying it. "Call me in a few days," she said. "That's better. One good fuck won't hurt you."
"Bastard,"she hissed. "I'm going to a party and now you've got me all turned on." She hesitated. "You sound different, stud. Something happened?" "You could say that," he hinted.
She opened her robe and pressed her cunt. She was wet along the slit, her clit was rising and stinging. When she didn't answer, he chuckled.
"Got your hand on it? Go ahead and get one, and I'll encourage you over the phone."
"Oh, damn you!" she flared, and dropped the ornate receiver. He was filthy. He could read her like a book, and he hadn't even kissed her. Or played with her tits, or her cunt. She stood, moving to her wide vanity. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples stood out against the sheer cling of her robe.
Fuck that party. She returned to the phone and dialed the number of her madam. She simply had to enjoy a Saturday night blowout. Two young pretty foxes would do nicely. She would prove to herself she didn't have to have prick.
If he didn't call by Tuesday or Wednesday, she would call him. Unless he answered she would simply hang up. Imagine, chasing an asshole like him! She had run off dozens of fortune-hunters, some not so bad. She had to have the hots for another woman's paid-for piece.
She used the phone again and cancelled the party date. A bunch of hens, anyway. Sitting around on their pampered asses, telling each other lies. She stretched out on her expensive bed and waited for the girls to arrive.