Alice's sudden vocal outburst startled James Groten. Each word out of her mouth was a command! He felt her hands on his head, then on the sides of his face as he buried his face between her open, warm thighs. Her pussy smelled heavenly. He brushed his lips over her curly black hair. Then he tongued the top of the triangle, then down along the edges until his tongue was now licking her thighs.
"James… kiss me there… ohooo, please! Kiss my cunt… my cunt… stop licking me… kiss my cunt, please ohoooooooo, pleassssssssseeeeeeee!!"
She was screaming! James could hardly believe that Alice Duerr was capable of even raising her voice above the throaty half-whisper he had begun to associate with her. But here she was screaming as he stuck his tongue up deep between her meaty, damp pussy lips. He caught her tender flesh between his teeth and bit her cunt lips gently. She howled, twisting and convulsing on the couch, pumping her cunt back into his face, squirming all over as he started to really lick and suck her hot pussy.
"Oh, James… ohoooooooo, God… ohooooooo, my cunt… ohoooooooo, my cunt my… cunt!"
It became more and more obvious to James Groten that Alice relished what he was doing to her. She cherished his sweeping tongue, his roaming lips and especially his nibbling teeth because every time he'd grip her clitoris between them, she would howl and wail and then whimper before she would open her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head, and scream at the top of her lungs. "Suck, ohoooo, suck my cunt!Suck my c-unt!"
James chewed on her clitoris. Now her legs were spread wide apart. Now both feet were up on the edge of the couch as he slurped and licked and sucked her juices.
He backed up a bit on his knees and stared at her greedy cunt. Her juices coated her pussy lips and the curly black hairs were wet and matted from his saliva and her creamy excretions.
"You have a lovely cunt, Alice."
"Oh, James, eat it! Suck it!"
"It's beautiful."
"Suck it, James. Suck me!"
"Alice, it's sopping wet now. All gushy."
"Eat it, James. Lick it. Suck my cunt."
"Oh, Alice, it's hot too. It tastes so good."
He opened his mouth wide and swallowed in as much of her meaty cunt flesh as his mouth could hold.
Alice leaped up and cried out: "Chew it, darling.Chew it for me.Eat it… bite it… harder. hard – hard – harder, yessssssss, all of my cunt…all of my cunt!"
And with this Alice exploded. Her entire body convulsed. She thrust out her hips. She arched her back. Her fingers were squeezing her breasts. She was twisting her head back and forth. She was shaking all over as James persisted in gripping her cunt lips with his teeth. She writhed on the couch and finally let her long shapely legs fall down over his shoulders.
Alice sighed and let her head tumble to one side. She was breathing heavily. James stayed where he was. His face, especially his mouth, was coated with her juices. He licked his lips, staring up at her as she lay back with her eyes closed, her naked belly rising and, falling gently.
She sat up slowly. He helped her move her legs from his shoulders. He politely pulled down her skirt, hiding her naked loveliness, obscuring her beautiful black-haired pussy. She smiled at him tenderly.
"That was beautiful, James."
"Thank you, Alice. It was a pleasure."
She smiled softly. "James, did you know we were going to get this close, this intimate, so soon? Did you?"
He told her the truth. "No."
"I did. The moment I saw you come into our office." She grinned and reached out her arms. Her hands went to his face. She brought it up close to her own. She kissed his eyes, then his nose and finally his lips. "I knew from the moment you walked into that office, looking like such a little lost boy. You look so much younger than your age."
He had never thought about this. What was on his mind now was his impossibly hard erection. His prick was throbbing hot, his balls were loosening and then tightening, but he soon saw that she wasn't interested.
Even when he stood up and his prick poked out, bulging enormously inside his pants, she seemed to take no notice of it. He sat down next to her, not too close. He picked up his drink and sipped from it.
When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, he opened his fly. He released his cock. He teased it for a moment or so, then returned it to safety.
Alice came out of the bathroom. He could hear the toilet still flushing.
"I think it's about time we return, James. Don't you?"
He nodded. He was quite disappointed in one way; yet in another, he had somehow expected this of Alice. He couldn't explain just why, but he had. This was no time to ruminate about the mystery of women, their sensual philosophies. He nodded in agreement that they should leave.
James was just going through the door when he noticed a strange, muted light shining through one of the large picture mirrors on the walls of the apartment.
"That's an interesting effect, Alice. What is it?" he asked. She was digging in her purse for additional keys to lock the door.
"Oh, that?" She laughed. "That's a kind of secret. You have very sharp eyes, James, dear. That's a two-way mirror."
"Why's something like that necessary in here?"
"It's not really," she said delaying. Her eyes were caressing his face. She found him exceedingly handsome. "You see, one of our elder executives, that's Mr. Dearing, and you must keep this a tight secret. He comes here often in the late evenings. He's what you might call either a dirty old man or a practicing voyeur."
"This is an expensive setup," James Groten observed. And indeed it was. Through a complicated series of mirrored reflections it was possible for any one in the main living room – or the comfortably furnished breakfast nook in the cozy kitchen – to see directly into any one of the three bedrooms without any possibility of detection.
One had a choice, James saw, of flipping a secret light switch which activated different illuminated glows. These counteracted the lights on in any of the three bedrooms, giving a terrific sense of security to the bedroom's inhabitants and at the same time throwing a series of refracting shadows.
"See," said Alice, "if I sit down here at the kitchen table and I push this button on this cleverly disguised panel board, you can look into bedroom three. And so on with the others." She illustrated. "No one of the other company employees, the executives, of course, know about this except of course you now and myself."
James Groten was immensely interested.
"What goes on?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, James, can't you imagine a little?" She glanced at her watch. "You know something, darling," she whispered, "I don't really see any reason why we must return to the office this afternoon."
She paused awhile. Then she smiled. "Why don't we just phone up and give our excuses, unless, of course, you'll feel guilty." She brushed her hand over his cheek. "Would you?"
He touched her lovely firm breasts. She fondled his face, his lips, his nose; then she traced designs over his broad muscular shoulders.
"I don't think so. I really see no reason why we should return. There's also really no one to phone in to, or is there something I don't know?" he asked.
"You're right. Look, let's just get all relaxed all over again, okay? Then I'll tell you about Mr. Dearing and one of the company's best kept secrets."
Alice Duerr handed him the keys for the liquor cabinet. In moments both had fresh drinks.
"Let's go into the living room and sit on the couch together. I love it in there. It's so intimate, don't you think?" She smiled, touching the crotch of his trousers. She could feel his hardening penis. She noticed his quivering response. They kissed hotly.
"Well, where was I, darling? Oh, yes. Our elegant Mr. Dearing. Well, like all of us, he's got his sexual problems." Alice was caressing James' thickening prick as she spoke. She had raised up her skirt around her waist, baring her lovely long legs. She kicked off her high heels.
James slid his fingers between her warm thighs. Alice parted them gently for him. She smiled at her new office friend. He enchanted her and she was confident his response was as equally intense.
"One of Mr. Dearing's capricious needs is to watch other people petting, you know, stroking and playing around. He's not necessarily interested in seeing intercourse or any wild sex."
"Of course, James," she said, kissing him and now twirling his exposed penis between her warm fingers, "if someone or some two people in one of the bedrooms is doing something wild, I'm sure he's not going to look the other way."
"Does he confide this to you, Alice?"
"You might say that. You see, he needed me to authorize the two-way mirrors and he gave me a nice gift to keep the secret. The way I see it, it doesn't harm anyone else. As I said, no one else but you – and me – knows about it and I told you because I'm confident you will tell no one, James."
"You can trust me," he answered.
He put his drink down. He slid his body around and now as Alice spread her silky thighs wider apart, he was caressing the damp crotch of her tight nylon panties she'd slipped on after their initial lovemaking. As the moments passed, her crotch grew wetter and wetter. As she spoke, her eyes were often closed as his caresses grew more and more intimate.
"Oh, James, you're making my little slit all hot and so juicy all over again. God, I can't get enough of your wonderful fingers, you realize that?"
His penis was throbbing, leaping as her fingers stroked it, as she rubbed her thumb over the pounding hot tip of it, as she squeezed his shaft and ran her warm hand up and down.
"Go on, Alice, with the story. If you don't, I'll explode right in your fist."
"I'd love that, James," she moaned. Then she sat up. "So, okay, Mr. Dearing. Well, he has this woman friend. She's older, and very rich. But she's married. Her husband watches her like a hawk. The only place she can play around in private is right here, right over there in what we jokingly call Bedroom Number Martha. Her name's Martha, you see."
"I see." His fingers had crawled inside her panty crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet, warm.
"Well, Martha has a lover. I'm not sure if he's the family's chauffeur, the butler or the gardener, but he could be all. It's that kind of family. Socially, they are very prominent."
"Mr. Dearing is in love with Martha. You got that, James?" Alice Duerr was groaning now. Her fingers were down inside James Groten's pants and squeezing his testicles, caressing them hotly. She bent her lips to his ear. She whispered: "I love your hot cock and these balls. Oh, God, you've got such heavy, silky balls, you know that?"
James Groten didn't answer. Now he was taking down her panties, Alice helping him, raising her buttocks up as he slipped them down to her knees. Both saw the tiny crotch was soaking wet with her love juices.
"Well, where was I? Oh, yes, Dearing's in love. But in this very strange way. He demands, get that, he demands to see her make love to another person before he can get up, I mean, his prick. It's kind of little, James, but it's cute."
"You've seen his prick, Alice?" Now James Groten was very interested. She was writhing on the couch, her legs spread wide open, her lovely hairy pussy now totally naked. She would undulate her hips and then moan as her right hand covered his and urged his fingers to caress.
"Yes, I have, James. You see, that's all part of it, I mean, the mirrors, the secrecy of it all."
"Do you want me to suck you again, Alice… while you tell me the story? Would you like that?"
"Oh, James, need you ask? Oh, darling, your tongue up inside me again, oh, God, yes. I'd love it. I'm so hot. I'm so very hot, James!"
James Groten fell down on his knees. He then raised her legs up and placed them over his shoulders. He kissed the white insides of her perfect thighs. Her cunt smelled heavenly. Her coral lips were visible. So was her dainty asshole. He dipped his tongue into it.
She squealed, "I adore that. I just simply adore a tongue teasing my asshole, James. How did you know?"
As James Groten sucked, as he licked and teased with his tongue, as he rubbed his face in her hairy, meaty pussy, Alice strained against him and rubbed and squealed and undulated. A frenzied passion overwhelmed her again and again as she continued the story. Now and then she'd moan so deeply and then whimper as his tongue lashed her clitoris. She'd seem to be floating off.
"…well, you see, Martha's inside the bedroom. The chauffeur, or whoever he is, is undressing her. He kisses her armpits. He licks down her arms to her fingers. He takes down her nylons slowly. He leaves her shoes on. He rolls the nylons. Her legs are now naked. Mr. Dearing can see her panties. They're more like bloomers, you know, full and plenty of lace, lots of designs."
"He slowly starts to touch her thighs. She opens her legs, like mine are now, James… oh, James… your sweet tongue, how nicely it wiggles. Oh, I love that tongue!"
"Then the chauffeur starts to unbutton her blouse. She wears a large brassiere. Her breasts are huge and, for an older woman, they're nearly perfect. Slowly he takes off the shoulder straps of her brassiere. She raises her arms up over her head. He buries his mouth in her armpits. She's all hairy. She doesn't shave there."
James Groten's prick was expanding and pounding. His hands were slithering up and playing with Alice's full breasts. His fingers were pinching her pointed nipples as she spoke.
"Then he pulls out one of her large breasts. Just one at a time. They're really heavy and he cups one with both hands. Her nipples are large and brown. He plays with her nipples. All this while she just stares right ahead. She never says anything. Then he takes elf her brassiere. She helps him."
James Groten interrupted her. "And you can sit here and watch all this?"
"Right here. Right where we are now, James."
"And where's Mr. Dearing all this time?"
"He's in the kitchen."
"Can he see you?"
"Nope. Only in the bedroom."
"But he knows you're in here, right?"
"Oh, of course, because that's half the deal, you understand. It's when the chauffeur finally gets her all undressed, and she insists that he kiss her entire body, that Mr. Dearing finally gets really hard and oh, James… he's so cute. You should see him… how he plays with his little thing and how he's always looking down at it and how he seems to be wishing it would grow as big and as thick as your wonderful prick is now. Oh, James…"
"Well, then about here, I disappear. I go into the second bedroom over there. I sit down on the bed. I push the button that lights up the window into Martha's bedroom. As I do this, the chauffeur is just about ready to go. He never takes his clothes off."
"Then, in comes Mr. Dearing. He comes through the panel in the closet. And she acts so surprised, it always makes me laugh."
"By now, he's really horny, hot… like I am, oh, James, your tongue… yes, deeper inside… oh, my God, James, stick it up and wiggle, oh, yesssss, like that! Oh, just imagine! Can you see them in there? His little prick, her huge, hairy hole, him getting down on his knees… the way you are. Then he licks and finally she just grabs his head and brings it right up between her fat thighs and then, James… then…"
"Then what?"
"He comes! He comes, James, oh, just like I am now, a real, long, ohoooooo, sleepy come… oh, God!"