"Harrison, darling, how are you?" Linda said when the white-haired publisher arrived at her apartment the next evening. "Did you enjoy Bermuda?"
"I rarely enjoy anything any more," White said gloomily. "Getting old is a pain in the ass. But perhaps you'll take my mind off all that, my dear. I hope you have a good show planned for me."
"You can count on that, darling," Linda purred. "Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll bring you a drink."
The old man went off to the master bedroom where it was his custom to lie on the bed and watch through the one-way window while Linda performed for him with various partners. Linda sighed deeply. She was getting tired of being Harrison White's plaything, but what else could she do?
Harrison White paid the huge rent for her glamorous penthouse apartment. He'd gotten her the job as senior editor of "Scene," he'd fired everybody she didn't like, and if she stuck with him, she might rise even higher on the magazine staff. Even if she was tired of him, she needed his power and influence.
Linda made a pitcher of martinis and took it in to the old man. She trimmed and lit a cigar for him and saw that he was comfortable before she left the room. White accepted all her attentions like an emperor receiving a slave. He knew Linda was his property and that she had no choice but to serve him.
"There'll be a lady involved in the show tonight, I hope?" White said.
"My dear," Linda said, "I'M a lady."
White frowned and said, "You know what I mean."
"Yes, Harrison," Linda sighed, "I know. I've arranged everything just as you like it. Now I'd better go greet the guests. They should be here any moment."
Linda hurried out to wait for the people who would join her in the "show" for Harrison White. She was used to the routine by now. Various people would fuck for his entertainment, and then Linda would go to him and ball him. She wasn't really looking forward to it, but it had to be done to please the old man.
The doorbell rang, and Linda ushered in her guests. There was Ken, an athletic auburn-haired young man on the "Scene" staff; Lew, a broad-shouldered sculptor whom Linda had met at a party; and Pam, a petite blonde model. They'd all been in Harrison White's shows before.
"Thanks for coming on such sort notice, everyone," Linda said.
"No problem," Lew replied. "We all need the money. How is the old boy, anyhow?"
"Tired and grouchy," Linda said. "We'll really have to outdo ourselves tonight."
"Well, let's get to it, then," Pam said. "I have to be to work early tomorrow."
"Yeah," Ken agreed, "let's get it over with."
As they all walked to the guestroom, Linda reflected on how little joy or enthusiasm any of them felt for what was supposed to be a delicious, kinky sexual romp. They looked about as happy as if they were going to the dentist. And Linda felt the same way. Thank you, Harrison White, for your inspiration, she thought bitterly.
But as they walked into the bedroom, they all put on big phony smiles. They were experienced at performing for Harrison White and knew what he wanted. They had the incentive, too for Ken, Lew and Pam would be paid a hundred dollars each for tonight's little show, and Linda owed her whole career to the man.
Because White was slightly deaf, he never turned on the intercom between the two rooms, so the young people could say whatever they wanted- just as long as they kept smiling and performing. Sometimes they said some not very nice things about Harrison White. It helped relieve the tension.
"I suppose the old fart is playing with his pecker right now," Pam said as they all began to undress.
"It's a helluva expensive way to jack oft that's all I can say," Ken remarked.
"I should only live so long," Lew laughed. "Jesus, what I wouldn't give for his bucks."
"It doesn't make him happy," Linda said. "He's too busy wheeling and dealing to enjoy any of his money.
They chatted on like that, but Harrison White couldn't hear. He could only see them, and what he saw was four attractive young people stripping naked as they laughed and talked. Linda's tall voluptuous figure contrasted nicely with Pam's petite but curvy body. Ken was lean and of average height, while Lew was tall and built like an ox.
Pam wriggled out of her little bra and panties and stood naked, waiting for the others. Her lovely firm tits were the size of large apples and capped with dainty pink nipples. Her little triangular bush was golden blonde. She must have presented a delicious sight to the old publisher as he gawked through the one-way window.
Linda was the next to finish undressing. She'd lost none of her looks over the last three years. Her huge melon-shaped boobs were still perfectly firm and boldly thrusting. The light brown nipples were erect and pointed. The clean fragrant curls of her bush were glossy and brown.
Linda idly watched the men undressing. They were both very attractive, she had to admit. Ken's chest was thatched with reddish-brown curls, and his bush matched it, but of course Linda was most interested in his cock. Tonight it was limp, but that didn't surprise her. There wasn't much for Ken to get aroused about-not yet, anyhow.
She turned her attention to Lew's giant frame. The sculptor had huge shoulders and chest, long muscular legs and arms, and was deeply tanned all over. His black hair was thinning a little on top, but he had a bushy beard and a thick mat of chest hair. His cock, too, was limp, dangling forlornly from a thick black bush.
Lew looked down at his limp wagging prick and said, "Looks like you girls have your work cut out for you tonight.''
Linda and Pam nodded, and the two couples stretched out on the king-sized bed, the men on their backs, the women kneeling between the men's legs the women dipped their heads down and began sucking the men's cocks.
Linda sucked Lew's soft warm meat in clear to his black-thatched balls and began sucking in the way she knew he liked best, slowly and lingeringly. He liked it when she drew the limp meat out like elastic and then let it snap back to its original shape. She lashed it with her tongue and trapped it with her cheeks,
Meanwhile Pam was sucking quite hard and fast on Ken's prick, which was how he liked it. Bath men lay back grinning lustily and watching the women perform, but Linda knew their excitement was faked. They were probably thinking about football scores or even other women.
Still Harrison White had told Linda that he especially enjoyed this part of the show. He liked to see Pam and Linda's blonde and brown heads bobbing up and down in unison as they performed their double blow job. Sometimes Linda was the only girl in the show, performing with one or two men, but White liked it better when Pam was included.
"You can speed it up a little tonight, Linda," Lew said in a business-like voice. "I'd like to get this show over with and get back to my studio."
Linda dutifully sucked faster and harder on his limp but tasty dick, drawing the soft rosy head right into her throat. She pressed inward with her cheeks and upward with her tongue, trapping his prick in a tight hot juicy nest. Lew sighed softly, showing his first sign of interest.
"You do this for the old boy, too?" he asked. Then, with a laugh, "Oh, I forgot you can't answer. You're busy."
Linda was glad that Ken and Lew at least had a sense of humor about the whole kinky scene. They tried to make light of the fact that they were selling their bodies and their pride to amuse a jaded old man. Pam was a trooper, too. All she cared about was the money.
"Hey, Pam, all RIGHT," Ken panted.
Glancing over, Linda saw that Pam's swift noisy head job had caused Ken's limp pale prick to blossom into six inches of stiff thick meat. Ken was flushed with arousal, no longer faking his lusty grin. Linda sucked even harder on Lew's soft dick, and in another moment her efforts were rewarded.
"Very nice, baby," Lew sighed, "very nice.
Lew's cock was like the rest of him, huge. The eight-inch prick dug well into Linda's gripping throat as she sucked him into stiffness, and the thick shaft stretched her lips almost painfully. She was glad when Lew sighed his approval and she could let his bloated spit-soaked dick pop from her mouth.
Pam had already released Ken's stiff-standing cock. "I suppose he wants the big show tonight?" she sighed.
"That's right," Linda said. "Sorry about that, kids, but it's going to take a lot to excite him tonight."
"Well, let's get on with it, then," Ken said.
The "big show" was a complicated group fuck which Harrison White had dreamed up and gotten the four of them to perform. The tint step was for Pam to crouch on her hands and knees, her pert little butt sticking up in the air. Her luscious pink pussy was aimed right at the fake mirror so the old man could see all of it.
"Fire away," Pam said.
"Right," Lew said briskly.
The giant sculptor knelt behind petite Pam and fitted the huge knob-like head of his cock to her little moist cunt mouth. He worked his prick into her slowly so that their hidden audience could spin out his excitement. When Lew's thick pale cock was fully lodged in Pam's hot little box, he pawed again.
Pam faked some horny writhing, and then Lew started to fuck her in slow, deep thrusts. Linda always envied Pam at this stage of the show. It wasn't often that she, Linda, got to enjoy Lew's huge prick. But Harrison White was the mastermind of the show, and he preferred to see the little blonde take the biggest cock.
"Ummmmmm," Pain sighed, "you're in good form tonight, Lew."
"Thank you, my dear," Lew said, sawing away. "I am thrilled by the compliment."
Ken and Linda stayed out of the way for awhile so White could watch Lew fucking Pam. It was rather a turn-on, Linda had to admit. The big bronze-skinned sculptor seemed to dwarf the curvy little model, and his thick rigid cock seemed almost too big for her tiny cunt. The pale stalk zipped in and out between her plump pink cunt-lips, gleaming with her hot juice.
"Ummmmm," Pam sighed again, "I think I might even get off tonight. I haven't been laid in two days.
"Poor baby," Lew chuckled. "Well, I'll do my best to get you there."
Ken consulted his watch and said, "Time for you to join the action, Linda."
This part embarrassed Linda a little, but Harrison White loved it. After all, he'd dreamed it up. Linda lay down on her back, opened her legs wide, and moved her rich red pussy right up to Pam's face, Linda drew back her legs and bent them at the knees, fully exposing her slit.
Pam stuck out her little pink tongue and began to lick Linda's pussy.
Linda knew that by now White was frigging himself furiously, pumping his tired old cock in his fist. He loved to watch Pam go down on Linda. Secretly Linda didn't mind so much herself, though she'd protested violently when White first mentioned the idea. Once her first embarrassment was over, Pam's hot lapping tongue felt pretty nice. Linda lay back and tried to relax completely. She still felt strange about making it with another chick, but Pam didn't mind at all and she really knew how to use her tongue. She tickled Linda's hot little clit, then tongued lower, rimming the moist mouth of her cunt and lashing tie plump pink lips of her pussy,
Linda could never resist having her pussy eaten, not even when it was done by another girl. She became quickly horny, her pussy swelling up tight and hot, her cunt leaking sticky fragrant juice. Pam lapped up the thick cream and swallowed it with a greedy little gurgle.
"Ahhhhh" Linda sighed. "Pam, you devil, that feels really great."
Pam just giggled and went on tonguing all over Linda's hot moist snatch, working from her erect throbbing clit down to her gushing little cunt-mouth and back again. Meanwhile big Lew steadily pumped his thick cock in Pam's hot little twat, tirelessly sawing in and out. Harrison White's big show was almost complete.
The last step was for Ken to join the action. He looked at his watch again and then moved to join the group. Facing Pain, he squatted over Linda's face and pressed the swollen purple head of his cock against her lips. Linda seized the hot cock-head between her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth.
Now the picture was complete, Lew fucking Pam, Pam eating Linda's pussy, and Linda blowing Ken. It all felt pretty good, so at this point their lusty smiles weren't faked. Neither were theft sighs and panting and horny writhing. The only trick was to keep from coming too soon. White liked them to spin out this part of the show.
"Jesus, Pam," Lew sighed, "you're not making this easy. Your box is really hot tonight."
"I told you I hadn't been laid in awhile," Pam panted. "Dammit, your cock feels great. Ummmmmm, YES."
"Don't suck me quite so fast, Linda," Ken said in a hoarse lusty voice. "I'm about ready to shoot my load right now. Yeah, that's better. Christ, I wish that old fart weren't watching."
Linda shared his wish. She wanted to suck fast and hard on his tasty drooling prick, and she wanted to give in completely to the pleasure of Pam's expert pussy-eating. But they had to go slowly and give the old man his show. All of them fought for self-control as the minutes passed.
Ken had made himself theft official timekeeper after learning just how long a performance White liked. He glanced at his watch again and gasped, "Just two more minutes, everybody."
"Oh, Christ," Lew moaned, "I hope I can hold out. She's hot as a furnace."
"Linda, for chrissake," Ken whined. "you're sucking me too fast again. Slow it down, honey, or I'll come too soon."
Reluctantly Linda slowed her hungry cocksucking. Ken's six-inch dick was just right for head jobs, not too big to crowd her mouth but not too little to excite her. She slowly snaked her tongue around and around the fat drooling head of his prick, lapping up the tasty juice.
Meanwhile Pam had zeroed in on Linda's plump erect clit and was tonguing it like crazy. The maze excited she got by Lew's deep slow fucking, the faster she licked Linda's clit. It felt terrific, and it was all Linda could do not to explode into orgasm.
Pam made it even more difficult when she pressed her hot smooth lips against Linda's sensitive scarlet clit and started sucking the little bud wetly and loudly. Linda gave a muffled moan and gushed a big flood of hot sticky cunt-cream into Pam's face.
"One more minute," Ken gasped.
His face was beet-red with lust as Linda sucked steadily on his swollen prick. He gritted his teeth and tried not to come. Lew was having the same problem as he steadily pumped his hugely erect cock in Pam's tight hot little cunt. Sweat poured off his forehead as he struggled to control himself.
The women weren't having much more luck than the men. Pam whined and whimpered as she ground her greedy little cunt round the deliciously thick pole of Lew's cock. Linda panted as Pam tongued and sucked her starved little clit, and she clawed the bed as she tried to fight off climax.
"NOW," Ken finally gasped.
No one wasted a second. Lew moaned loudly and shot an enormous steamy load of jism into Pam's gripping little box. Pam whined and began to come, and in her excitement she sucked furiously on Linda's throbbing erect joy button. Linda felt her body exploding into orgasm, and at that moment Ken yelped and pumped her mouth full of hot tasty come.
The panting moaning foursome writhed together for a few delicious moments, Lew ramming his squirting cock furiously in Pam's convulsing twat, Pam sucking noisily on Linda's clit, Linda gulping Ken's come while he frantically pumped his cock in her mouth. Then they all rolled away from each other, gasping for breath.
"Pretty damned good show if I do say so myself," Lew sighed.
"Yeah, we outdid ourselves tonight," Ken agreed.
"If the old boy isn't satisfied with that performance, he can go fuck himself," Pam said.
Pam, Ken and Lew got dressed and left, leaving Linda to finish the evening's entertainment for Harrison White. As she walked to the master bedroom she experienced that strange empty feeling she'd been having so often lately. The group fuck had been a lot of fun, yes, but it was a fleeting pleasure. Something was missing in her life, perhaps something as old-fashioned and out-dated as love.
Linda walked naked into the master bedroom. Harrison White was naked, too, sitting on the bed and listing hiss pale stiff cock. His eyes were still focused on the one-way window, and they had a glassy look, as if he were still seeing the romping couples. Linda walked over to the bed and climbed on beside him, and only then did he glance her way.
"An excellent performance tonight, my dear," he said.
"Thank you, Harrison," Linda said meekly. "What would you like me to do now?"
"My favorite thing," White said with a happy sigh.
Linda wanted to groan. She was tired and didn't want any drawn-out action with the old man. But of course she didn't have any choice. If she ever pissed off Harrison White, she'd be out of a job. She faked an enticing smile, then dipped her glossy brown head into his lap.
"Good girl," White sighed.
Linda took the whole length of his rigid pale prick into her mouth, sucking it in till his white-furred balls pressed against her chin. She started giving the old man a vigorous head job, her shiny brown hair flying as she blew him.
Harrison White settled back against his plumped-up pillows with a blissful smile. He watched Linda's head bobbing up and down furiously, felt the steamy heat of her mouth and tongue all around his swollen meat. He panted softly as the lovely brunette sucked faster and faster on his oozing cock.
Linda felt nothing except the desire to bring him off and send him home. She sucked as fast and hard as she could on his stiff throbbing dick till she knew he was almost ready to come. Then she quickly released his saliva-soaked cock from her mouth and got on her hands and knees, her ass pointed towards him.
Without a word Harrison White mounted her and stuck his slim but rigid dick up her tight little asshole. Linda winced and clamped her jaws shut so as not to cry out with pain. Her only consolation was that he'd come fast. He gave only a few stiff thrusts of his prick before he moaned softly and filled her tight little asshole with steamy come.
"Thank you, my dear," he said, climbing off her. "A most satisfactory evening. You'll be rewarded, of course."
"Yes, Harrison," Linda said dully.
As the old man left she wondered, not for the first time, if her career was really worth the abuse and humiliation she put herself through. She felt like a slut every time she was with White, every time she offered him her fresh young body for his kinky shows. She had the career she'd always wanted, but was it worth the price she paid?
Harrison White finished dressing and left a neat roll of bills on Linda's dresser. When he liked her performance he rewarded her in various ways- salary raises, gifts, trips abroad, money. Linda knew it would be a very large amount of money this time.
"Good night, my dear," White said.
"Good night, Harrison," Linda said, stiffing a yawn.
The old man walked out of the room, and then Linda heard a sudden moan followed by a crash. She leaped naked from the bed and hurried out to the living room. Harrison White lay on the rug staring at the ceiling. As Linda bent over him she realized that he wasn't really staring. He didn't see anything. Harrison White was dead.
Linda's heart nearly stopped, too. White's wealth and power had built her career. What in the world was she going to do without him?