Matt was resting at the edge of the pool after a swim when the intercom buzzed. Only nine o'clock-he'd have her bred in good time. He moved inside and walked up the curved stair to her lavish bedroom. Stella rested on her butt in the center of the bed, naked. Rona appeared to be in the John; he heard water running.
"Looks good," he grinned, sliding his wet trunks to the expensive carpet. Her tits were fully swollen, her box expanded to reveal the pink inner labia. A pink flush spread across the upper slopes of her boobs. "That looks delicious!"she cooed, staring at his stiffening cock. She writhed her ass, waving her legs. He never knew exactly what Rona did for two or three hours before he was called for her twice-a-month prick and spurt of semen.
Stella's mouth was always swollen, so they evidently did a lot of kissing, and surely some mutual cunnilingus. Rona said she got off a lot of times, but made sure Stella didn't. The old cunt sure took a long time to turn on.
He sank down at her right, as usual. She giggled happily, took his prick in her right hand as he fit his play hand on her cunny. Very juicy. Leaning over, he sucked one nipple, then the other, and gently pushed his middle finger into her cunt. She whined, her face twisted. Her soft, warm fingers played along his prick, down to his nuts; then she held her hand against her nose to breathe in the male aroma.
"Ohhh, darling!" she breathed, thrusting up on his hand.
"Gonna come real hard for me today, baby? " he murmured.
"Yesss!" she whispered, returning her eager hand to his cock. She squeezed it and shuddered. He teased her urethra, moved his cunt-slick finger up to her clit. He caressed it carefully, around the root, feeling it tense.
"Neat hard-on today, baby," he said around a nipple.
Rona came out of the John, naked. She moved around so Stella could watch her, opened her long, light-brown thighs and spread her puffed-out la-bia. Her pink girlie-cock was quite clearly visible. She clenched the mouth of her cunt.
"Ohhh!" Stella panted. "Ohhhh, Matt-I'm ready!"
Rona giggled, undulating her ass. He took the two fat pillows that were always handy, and fit them beneath Stella's ass. Her thighs swung away back, and she let go of his cock.
He poised for his stroke, shoulders high, knees apart. Carefully he nudged his cockhead between her labia, flexed his prick and slid it home. She moaned fiercely, her face contorted. Her hands went to her tits. He drew way out, stroked in very hard and fast. "Come off, baby!" he urged. "Come off hard!"
She cried out, her cunt began fluttering around his meat, her hands dug at his shoulders, and just as she started coming he did what he was being paid for-he hunched with bull-like fury into her twitching cunt. It took her seconds longer than most women to hit the peak. She huffed and puffed, she strained and yelled, and she didn't actually top out until his prick throbbed and he spurted his achy load into her box.
Her cunt churned, her flesh tightened with swift sweet clenches, her legs kicked, her head whipped from side to side. She was having her goodies around a prick-at long last. The violent after-pangs wrenched her entire body. Her arms and thighs tightened around him convulsively. She softened, panting like an old steam engine on TV, and pushed at him. He lifted away, his cock fell out of her cunt, still creamed with his load, and he walked out of the bedroom. Rona was settling between her employer's thighs before the door closed. The mulatto always 'finished' the fuck.
He went to his room, found a towel and wiped off his outfit. Two weeks of freedom now. He stretched out on his bed for a rest, thinking about Linda Field.
"Honey," Stella said to Rona, "I sure wish you could do that for me. I wouldn't need a man."
"I know," Rona giggled. "Get right down to it, there just ain't nothin' like a big hard cock goin' off." "Does he get off in you, honey?" Stella asked.
"Ain't for quite a while. I told you that before, darlin'," Rona giggled. "He sure can make a fuck last. He gets me coming off so much I don't care if he blows his wad or not!"
They both laughed. It was nice to have a man around the house-and to show off to that greedy cunt, Susy Hall. She sure wanted him. Stella wondered how high she'd gone.
Susy watched her two young concubines prepare for their duties. On such short notice the madam had come up with some fine-looking pussy. The blonde fox was on the short plump side, the redhead had showgirl legs, narrow ass and her tits, weren't as heavy as the blonde's. Both looked around nineteen.
"Panties and heels for starters," Susy giggled, stretched on her bed. The thin wrapper was draped across her cunt, but her tits were out. She was proud of them, plenty of girls ten years younger couldn't match her boobs.
"Boy, this sure is some place!" the blonde cooed. Her name was Tammy. The redhead called herself Zena.
"You girls have a drink if you like," Susy said, waving at the refreshment table. "But no pot or anything up your nose except a finger."
"We're clean," Zena giggled, the first to strip. Her bikini panties were Sight green. Tammy wore black, of course, the traditional color for blondes. Her tits were gorgeous, round, high and firm-looking. Such tiny pink nipples.
"We belong to the Actors' Guild," Tammy said proudly. "TV commercials, you know."
"I made my side money on a director's couch," Susy laughed.
"This is gonna be funnn!" Tammy bubbled. "You're cool, Susy. You got it. Where's your man, overseas or something?"
"I just buy one when I get a hard-on for cock," Susy said. "Come here, Tammy, and fool around with me, huh?"
"I'll have a little drinkie," Zena said, wiggling over to the bedroom bar setup. "I'm glad you aren't into whips and leather and some of that freaky shit." "I like my pussy straight, honey," Susy giggled.
Zena twitched her pretty ass and curved her tits out. They were pointy, little-girl boobs, with dark red nipples with wide, lighter red areola. Susy felt a tingle. As Tammy crawled down at Susy's right, she relaxed and let the blonde start the action. "I haven't done this much," Tammy murmured, her right hand creeping to Susy's tits.
"All the better," Susy purred. "Got a stiff pecker for some guy, huh?"
"Yes, but he can't even see me! He's fucking one of those Junior Miss models. Jeeeese, she's only about eighteen"
Their cheeks touched, then their mouths, and Tammy's tongue writhed in, her full red lips opening wide. Her play hand felt wonderful on Susy's boobs. From the corner of her eye she saw the leggy redhead standing at the foot of the bed, a drink in her left hand, her right hand on her panty-covered cunt.
Now her fingers went inside the panties. She spread her legs, smiled and began playing with her outfit. Watching a girl masturbate was a neat turn-on for Susy-she didn't really know why. Lots of men liked it, too. Tammy's hand now slid down to Susy's cunt, the warm little soft fingers caressed it as only a girl could, feathery touches, then out along the inner thigh flesh, then back home again, patting beautifully.
Their tongues chased back and forth and Susy was having some sharp stings of arousal. Matt's call had wet her cunt, but she had freshened it since. The core of need he had excited was still there, though. Juice was flowing again; her clit was rising sweetly. Tammy's clinging mouth broke free, and she teased a finger around Susy's urethra. Nn-nnnnnn. "Kiss my tits now, honey," Susy murmured, curving her cunt up, spreading her legs. "Oh, you're so sexy!" Tammy breathed. Zena had just a medium turn-on, so far. The tremendous house and grounds, all this show of wealth, tingled her more than watching that chubby blonde fox do her thing with Susy. She must have millions! Damn, would I love to live here! If I give her a good fucking-It was all so impossible, though. This Hall cunt could buy the very best. And Zena knew she was not a ten, or even an eight. She had such youthful-looking tits, she was often used in bra ads. In the right outfit she could pass for sweet sixteen. There was a boyish cast to her features, the kind of look in fashion right now.
She had made some neat tips, doing her call-girl thing with older men, especially if she pretended she was on her first pay date. Most of them knew it was shit, but studs were great dreamers. Flinching a little when they got the cock in was a big help, too. Most had very small pricks. The real stallions didn't have to buy it.
The trouble with lez-fucking was you couldn't pretend to go off. Women knew. They also had to pay a lot more because the date often lasted longer. Some of those old cunts took hours to get off. This was a two-hunred buck night, and most men drew only a hun, for her share. She had no idea what the total fee was. Broads never tipped, though. It kind of evened out. She never worried about selling her cunt- millions of housewives did it all the time. The chances of her nailing some very rich old fucker were dwindling every day. You had to be very, very sexy to draw even a second glance around L.A. Fuck, maybe she'd go back home to Iowa and work in a factory.
Susy was getting off already. Tammy had a nipple in her mouth, her hand on Susy's clit, and the rich bitch whimpered. Her face went out of shape, her thighs quivered, she bucked up on Tammy's hand. Susy wasn't that old, about in her prime, really. She was getting a pretty hard one.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, relaxing, her eyes closed. "Ohhh, fuuuuck! That's goodl"
"Oh, you come so nice!" Tammy gurgled, patting Susy's dark-haired wet box. The blonde was excited, too. They had been on two jobs together, previously. One real old man and one fat widow. The girls had taken turns eating the woman.
For a warmup, Zena had fucked Tammy, and she'd hit her goodies right away. Zena had always been slow, she didn't even masturbate very often. Every pussy to her own pace. One minor TV assistant producer had given her what she considered a damn good fucking, but he hadn't called her again.
She never went off with the Johns, but she could put on a hell of an act. Maybe when she was out with a guy she liked, she still pretended too much. She didn't even have a steady girlfriend. Now and then she went to a bar and picked up some hungry-looking pussy. That was fun.
"Want me to fuck you now, Susy?" Tammy asked. Playing with a woman as attractive as Susy had Tammy's clit achy.
"No, but I want to eat you, sweetie," Susy giggled. "Neat!" Tammy purred. "Me on top?"
"Right." She looked over at Zena. "And you can eat me"
"Love it," Zena smiled. But Tammy knew she was faking, as usual. The redhead was basically cold, but good to be on a date with; she didn't try to fuck Tammy on the way home or afterward, like some of the other chicks she'd worked with.
Tammy appealed to all ages of females. One old broad who had Tammy over to her big home about twice a month said she was like a live teddy bear, so soft and sweet and cuddly. Several old men on the madam's list asked for her, too. She acted helpless and naive, which was pure hokum.
Plenty of both men and women didn't want ope of those liberated, aggressive cunts. Tammy could do it, like she just had with Susy, but she was at her best on the receiving end. She gave good measure, too. She enjoyed sex, and she went off with her customers because she felt they deserved the real thing.
She climbed over above Susy, her thighs opened, her pussy just inches from the rich woman's mouth. A mirror above the head of the bed let her see Zena start after the cunt that had just gone off. Apparently Zena 'had a mouth' for pussy. She seemed to get more assignments for cunt-nibbling than any other type. Susy's hands gripped Tammy's hips, drew her crotch down, and the wealthy brunette went to work. Oh, she knew how! Funny thing, women seemed to have an instinct for it. Men didn't. Like mouth-kissing. Nobody ever had to teach a girl how, and some men were terrible at it.
"You keep that up and I'm gonna come!" Tammy breathed.
No answer except more gentle sucking around her clit nub. Terrific! Sip, sip, tease. Stings of delight swept through Tammy's pelvis. She opened her thighs farther, whimpered with joy. Susy was going for the downs, her Sip movements quickened.
"Yesss, make me come, honey!" Tammy gasped.
Susy's hands dug into Tammy's ass, her mouth fastened to Tammy's tensing clit, she sucked greedily. Ohhh, the honey fun started! Tammy squealed. Her cunt mouth did its little clenching thing, the nuances of ultimate delight were simply far, far out!
Just as she started into her after-fun, Susy pushed her away, and Tammy lifted her cunt, swinging around on her back. She took her pussy in hand and rubbed it, finishing her goodies. Susy was about ready to go off, which was why she'd signaled Tammy to move it. Zena was doing her job.
"Ohhh, fuuuuuck!" Susy cried, her legs drawing back. "That's real good, baby!"
Zena's red head moved in the traditional cunt-lapping fashion, staying with the clit, a finger sliding around in the cunt. Tammy rubbed her pussy until the luscious tingles eased away, reached over and began to fondle Susy's tits. She nodded eagerly. Zena was toying with her lust, drawing her up near the peak, then holding back.
Tammy had loved her share of cunts with her mouth and tongue, and a girl she often went with on photo assignments was especially appreciative, although there was no money involved. A sixty-nine with Tina was just delightful. Tina didn't dare date or show up in public-she was married to a big stud of a truck driver.
"Ohhh, pop me, honey!" Susy panted, her face twisting.
"We're gonna bring it real good for you," Tammy breathed around a nipple. She sucked delicately, watching Zena. Zena was lipping the woman's clit for the finish. Susy yelled, her pampered body shook, her thighs jerked, and she broke it.
"Uhhh-ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh- fuuuuuuuck!" Susy wailed.
"Come offff!" Tammy urged. "Come off real bigl"
Tammy hung on to the jiggling nipple. Susy clutched at Tammy while the hot pangs of joy swept the woman's body. She went off pretty damn good, much harder than before. That's what these double-up assignments were all about. Susy acted like she might hand over some tips. Tammy understood why so many rich old twats bought their enjoyment. They had to deal with someone they could trust. There were so many super con artists around these days, guys and broads both. Then there was blackmail. Why did the world have to be so ugly? Anything for a buck.
"Ohhh, beautiful!" Susy sighed, patting Tammy's tits.
"What about me?" Zena purred. She had wiped her mouth.
"Come up here and let me thank you, too, honey," Susy smiled. "You girls are a hell of a team."
"We'd love to visit you again, Susy," Zena purred, snuggling down at Susy's left. She fondled the redhead's tits.
"I think we can do that," Susy giggled. She looked at Zena. "You haven't had your goodies."
"Oh, I will!" Zena laughed. "You want to eat me, sugar?"
"Wait till I recover!" Susy giggled. "That one took a lot out of me."
All three laughed. Females got along so well in bed together. All it took was money.