"Do come in, Mr. Lewis," Muriel Brendell said following an over-brief moment of surveillance of the young man, an expression of welcome surprise flickering across her extremely attractive countenance. "We've been expecting you."
She spoke with a decided British accent, Jeff thought as he stepped inside the scrumptiously furnished apartment, wondering where he had seen her before. He stood rather immobilely, thinking, as she closed the door, then moved in front of him with an over-the-shoulder smile, leading the way to the sitting room. Jeff watched her exquisite body undulate beneath the sheer, bright summer dress she wore, high up on her thighs stylishly… and she had the legs for it, he thought, split seconds before he recognized her.
"Muriel Standard!" he said suddenly, embarrassed immediately after he'd said it.
"Well… you please me, Mr. Lewis," she said smiling. "Won't you sit down. My husband will join us in a moment. "Can I get you a drink or something?"
"No… I… ah… thank you," Jeff said, dropping into the proffered chair. "You… You are Muriel Standard?"
"Yes… yes, I am, but I'm flattered that you'd recognize me. I mean, only a few of my pictures played in the states…" she said, lowering herself modestly into a chair.
"Pygmalion, of course. Who could forget that? You were magnificent," Jeff said enthusiastically. "As a matter of fact, I think it's a shame you've given up the movies… so young, so vibrant."
"Well…" Muriel Brendell gasped. "I must say, Mr. Lewis, you come on rather dynamically. I-I hope your blueprints do as well…"
Jeff found a ready smile. He had to admit to himself that the 'so young, so vibrant' was an afterthought, but my God, she was a breathtaking woman. He felt like a schoolboy sitting there with his rolled up paltry plans in his lap… as if he'd come to collect for the daily paper delivery. And then, a grunt startled him.
"You'll have to be Lewis… Jeffrey Lewis," the big man said, thundering into the room and immediately dominating it. He stopped too close to Jeff's chair for him to stand, and thrust forth a mighty hand. "Brendell. Nathan Brendell."
"My pleasure, sir," Jeff managed, reaching up and clutching the huge hand.
"He isn't drinking, dear. Give the boy a drink."
"He declined, darling…"
"Nonsense. What d'you drink, Lewis?"
"Well… scotch… anything."
Nathan Brendell moved behind a bar and made drinks. "All right, boy, bring those plans over here and le's roll them out," he said, not looking up as he haphazardly poured into glasses.
Jeff started to leap, but Muriel Brendell hardly noticeable, extended, level hand caught his eye and slowed him. She wavered it up and down meaningfully, then winked… and that meaningfully, also, Jeff thought. He arose slowly, took his blueprints to the bar and casually rolled them out.
"Here, boy. Drink hearty," Nathan Brendell said, thrusting a glass into his hand and raising his own in toast. Muriel picked up her own. "Let's hope you've got something here. I'm getting sick and goddamned tired of looking."
Jeff stood back as the big man came around the bar and took a position above the unfurled sheets. His wife moved in beside him and he slipped an arm about her waist. What a waist, Jeff thought. He raised his drink and gulped a good portion of it. It was more than half scotch. He swallowed tightly with the jolt.
Brendell grunted mysteriously. His wife cooed. The big man threw one sheet aside and straightened out another, setting his glass upon the curled end.
"What the hell kind of den is this?" he snapped, spinning around suddenly.
Jeff moved in. "A personal den, Mr. Brendell. With the study and the library upstairs; it seemed important that a man like yourself have a personal room… a small room, really, where others feel unwanted unless invited."
He stared at Jeff a long moment, the idea registering. Slowly, he smiled. "Yes… yes, by God, you're right about that. A man needs a place doesn't he, Lewis? How about a bar… you got a bar figured in there?"
"Yes, sir," Jeff grinned. "What kind of den would it be without a bar?"
The big man's handsome face widened. He grinned… then, he laughed. "You're all right, Lewis. Maybe, you've got the hang of this thing after all."
Jeff returned his smile as he turned away, then he drank another sizable portion of his drink. Muriel Standard Brendell moved slowly about to face him.
"The dressing room in the master bedroom is too small," she said, not sharply, but without a smile.
Jeff cleared his throat. "I was a little worried about that myself," he lied. "But I've allowed an extra two feet on closet space which could easily be eliminated and encompassed in the dressing room, Mrs. Brendell. It's a matter of choice. Really, the closets are so large anyway…"
Muriel Brendell smiled beautifully. "I'm sure you'll work it out for me, Jeff," she said, with emphasis on his name. "I do so like a large dressing room…"
She turned away from him slowly and he gulped at his drink once more. It was hardly feasible to him that they were scrutinizing his plans this closely. He had sat in the luxurious living rooms of too many money-people lately, perhaps, listening to them butcher his dreams with their own absurd ideas of what a home should be. Of course, he hadn't had the opportunity to turn down any prospective builder either, but on some of the crucified plans, he would have before he'd have let his name be attached to them.
Nathan Brendell grunted once more. Suddenly, he picked up his drink and turned from the bar, a portion of Jeff's plans rolling off to the floor.
"I like them, Lewis. You seem to have a man's viewpoint in mind, but if I know my women, there is that certain feminine touch, too." He walked to a chair and dropped heavily into it. His wife picked up the rolled-up blueprint. "I'm a busy man. I work, I live, I play with exuberance. I've got to have that kind of home. My wife is more alive than I am. Leave your plans. We'll call you and let you know our decision."
Jeff nodded, even found a smile. How many times bad he heard that one? He drained his glass and stood.
"Nice meeting both of you," he said, shaking the big man's hand. "If… if you desire changes, they can be made," he said reluctantly.
"But you don't want to make them," said Nathan Brendell.
Jeff had to smile. "Pain is part of life, Mr. Brendell," he said.
He walked to the front door two steps ahead of Muriel Standard Brendell. Then he turned and reached out for her hand. She gave it to him.
"It was worth it just for this," he said, almost too dramatically.
She smiled. "You lovable liar," she half whispered. "I like your ruthless eyes, Jeff Lewis… If your promise is what I think it is… you've just built a house."
Jeff debated for a full ten seconds, then, leaned forward with pursed lips. She met him with her own.
"Bye bye," he said, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Bye," she whispered, running her hand along his arm until he left.
Nathan Brendell had taken a second look at the blueprints while his wife walked young Lewis to the door. He smiled to himself. He had caught the enthusiastic expression in her eye as she watched the boy and pretty well decided what was coming. Well, that was the secret of their successful marriage… understanding and broad-mindedness. They both enjoyed they own private little affairs, each often helping the other in setting up a seduction when the circumstances were too difficult for one to accomplish it alone. Cooperation had been the secret word, and wild, uninhibited sex the name of the game. The result… happiness… But this time, there was a seven-hundred-grand house involved, casting a somewhat different light on the whole scene.
He wasn't unimpressed In fact, the plans looked damned good, but he wanted to be sure. He wasn't that filthy rich. Two marriages had drained the hell out of his resources and he'd sworn never to marry again. Then, he'd met Muriel and discovered that he had found a human being more lusty than himself. God, what a woman she was, in or out of bed. Five glorious, fun-filled years, with never a dull moment and hardly an argument. He was fifty-two and she twenty years his junior, but once they got their clothes off they were like a couple of teenagers who had just discovered sex and couldn't get enough. It was never the old married routine of one servicing the other out of obligation… but a seduction with all the preliminaries and ecstatic surprises, heart and soul thrown into it. They loved and understood each other's lustful needs… a marriage based on non-possessiveness, and success fully so.
The house was for her, a monument to their happiness, a tribute to her being a whole and complete woman, but still he didn't intend to jump off half-cocked because his little lover-girl had come up with a sudden case of hot-pants for the architect. He'd listen… and here it came…
Muriel was smiling as she re-entered the room. Brendell watched the provocative sway to her round full hips as she approached his chair and stood in front of him, the scintillating explosions taking place in her dark eyes giving her away.
"I know," the big man said, smiling up at her. "It's written all over your face."
"Hmmmm," Muriel cooed. "I want a piece of that boy, daddy. He gives me the quivers inside." She dropped to her knees in front of him and worked her way in between his legs to lay her head on his lap. "Jealous?"
Brendell chuckled. "Hell, no," he said. "I might be if I thought there was anything more to it than a few sessions in the sack… but I think I know my lover-girl well enough to know that two or three good fucks with Jeff Lewis will cool those quivering insides."
A little shudder of excitement passed over her and she hugged him. "That's why I love you, Nat… you know and understand me like a book." She released him and trailed her hand over his flat stomach and down to the front of his trousers where the pressure of her head against him had caused his penis to stir. With her fingernail, she outlined the length of his growing, long shaft and it jerked noticeably beneath its cloth covering while her husband made a little gasping sound. "What do you think of his plans?" she asked as she teased him.
"P-Promising… but I want to study them some more," he managed, his libido mounting rapidly beneath her taunting fingers.
"I like them," she said, using her thumb and forefinger now as she moved up and down the long, thick protrusion. Her eyes danced and she watched the growing lust twist his handsome face, affectionately.
"Y-Yeah, and I know why, lover-girl," he said, running his fingers through her short, silken dark hair as tiny ripples of desire raced swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. "You're letting your pussy do your thinking for you right at the moment…"
She paused with her ministrations momentarily. "You mean, you're not going to give him the contract?"
"I didn't say that, honey," he replied softly, smiling through his building passion. "I said, I want to study them some more… find out a little something about this Jeff Lewis before we hand him a seven-hundred-grand contract… You follow me now?"
She smiled, her hand slipping to his belt and slowly began to unbuckle it. "I follow you, daddy… just hurry with your decision… for your lover-girl's sake, eh?"
Nathan Brendell's broad face flushed slightly at the sight of his wife opening the front of his trousers. He watched her lower the zipper then tantalizingly slip her long slender fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his weight automatically and she slipped both trousers and shorts down from his hips, then went to his feet to tug both garments off of him. Satisfied, she sat back on her haunches between his legs to look at him, her eyes locking on his long thick penis standing rigidly, its purple tip peeking from beneath its heavy, uncircumcised foreskin, his testicles beneath resting on the cushion of the chair between his muscular thighs.
Brendell's mouth grew dry as he waited with mounting anticipation, never knowing with this remarkable girl what was coming next. His prick had begun to tingle with lust and excitement and he could feel his balls tightening and swelling beneath it. He couldn't help but smile a little too, knowing
that she was going to try to persuade him with his decision on young Lewis. But right then he had reached the point where reasons didn't mean a damn… only that she get to the action…
Muriel reached up behind her and lowered her zipper, shrugging the summer dress from her smooth white shoulders, letting it drop to her waist. Then she reached back and unhooked her bra, slipping it down her arms and exposing her lush, erect breasts to him, their dark nipples immediately budding into hardness as the cool air brushed against them.
Brendell's breath sucked in as always at the erotic sight of Muriel's full pointed-breasts. She leaned forward, sliding her hands along the outer side of his thighs to his buttocks and gently tugged until he slid forward to the edge of the cushion. Then, without a word between them she encircled her fingers around the thickness of his erect penis and began to stroke and massage it gently, knowingly, rubbing the skin up and down and slipping her other hand beneath the velvety sac of his balls, cradling their softness in her small warm palm. Brendell groaned aloud, clenching his teeth at her amorous ministrations of his genitals. '
"What do you think now, daddy?" she teased him.
"I-I haven't changed my mind… well consider him," he stammered as she gave his cock a tender squeeze that sent an exciting shock-wave spiraling up his backbone.
"You… you wouldn't your lover-girl would you, huh… now would you?" she pouted, drawing the heavy foreskin slowly down behind the coronal rim of the satiny blood-filled head of his now pulsating cock.
"D-Damn you… you're trying to blackmail me," he grunted, grinding his teeth together again. "I-I'm not responsible for what I say at a time like this."
She laughed lightly and leaned forward, taking her breasts in each hand and separating them widely, then, pressing the soft white valley tight to his cock she brought the voluptuous abundant mounds of supple flew smugly together, completely engulfing the rigid shaft of his throbbing prick.
Brendell groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily at the hot soft contact of the smooth resilient flesh wrapped around his cock, his hips beginning an immediate up and down rhythmic fucking motion.
She took his big hands then and placed them on her breasts to knead and manipulate as he liked, while with her own she cupped his balls and gently scratched her nails beneath them with one hand, the other worming up the crevice between his buttocks in a slow tantalizing approach toward his anus.
Brendell grunted from deep in his chest as he felt her finger reach his rectal opening. He gaped in mounting lust at the sight of his thick cock buried between his wife's warm soft tits… felt her long nails grazing the sensitive, hairy skin of his balls… and then the slow, salacious penetration of her long finger slipping up into his rectum… up, up, up… until he could feel the palm of her hand resting warmly against his buttocks.
"What do you think now, daddy?" she cooed up into his face, her sparkling eyes alive with her own building desire..
"I-I think… that you're a luscious little bitch…" he rasped, half in smile, half dazed with the increasing sensations building in his loins.
"Am I winning?" she teased, rotating her finger gently in his anus.
"Damn you… yes… you're winning…"
"Jeff Lewis is going to build our house…?"
Brendell swallowed. "If that's what you want, baby… Whatever you want…"
"Oh… I love you, daddy!" she exclaimed, letting go of his testicles and sliding her hand up the shaft of his prick as she eased back from him and lowered her head until he felt the warm moistness of her open lips close over the throbbing head.
"Uggghhh," he grunted, tangling his hands in her hair and shoving his loins upward into her face. He watched her bobbing head as her warm mouth slipped up and down his fleshy rod, then he caught sight of their reflection in the wall mirror and his excitement increased when he saw the thickness of his cock buried between her lipstick-rimmed lips.
She twirled her tongue maddeningly around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head while her probing finger continued to play in the soft spongy flesh of his anal passage and he gaped at the wall mirror, watching as his ever hardening and growing cock stroked in an‹l out of her ovaled, sucking mouth.
"Oh Christ," he groaned." Suck it, lover-girl, suck it hard!"
She did, her head lolling rhythmically with his fingers locked in her hair, and he watched in growing lust their reflections as she plunged down on it, absorbing nearly the full length of it into the hot cavern of her mouth and throat.
She had worked it up to the point where it was pulsating and jerking with every flick of her tiny tongue and as he watched he saw the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely with each voraciously sucking upstroke. He knew now that she had reached the stage of achieving her own gratification… a rare ecstasy that few women could boast, orgasm through sexual excitement and mental stimulation alone. She would wait for him, build to that peak, and then his ejaculation into her mouth would set her off as surely as would a cock shoved deep in her cunt. The thought of that alone now was driving him wild as he watched her concentrate, oblivious to all else around her, her breasts jerking and dancing below, all of it adding to the unbelievable pressure building in his testicles and loins.
"Suck it! Suck it! Oh Christ, lover-girl, suck that prick!" he moaned, as she began to swirl her deeply imbedded finger furiously in his anus, until suddenly he felt like urinating… wished momentarily that he could… right in her mouth… and then it was time! He could feel it surging up from the depths of his balls and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, clutching at her hair while it raced the length of his prick and he felt the first shudder of her own orgasm seize her and she began to suck
with insane fury.
Gush after gush of his white hot sperm spewed into her mouth from his pumping cock She swallowed wildly, her cheeks bloating and hollowing, her body quivering and jerking from her own climax while she continued to suck hungrily, little whimpering, purring sounds humming out of her, her head never stopping as he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat and he continued to shoot his load deeper and deeper into her voraciously sucking mouth…
Then, a convulsive shudder passed over him and he groaned a great sigh as the dregs of his sperm were sucked out of him and his shaft began to grow flaccid in her mouth. Still, she clung to it nibbling tenderly, licking it until it glistened in its soft, deflated state… finally kissing it and raising her face to him.
He bent down, taking her smooth, chiseled face between his big hands and kissed her warmly on the mouth.
"Now, daddy," she said, her eyes dancing happily because she knew she had satisfied him… and had won the game. "About the playroom… We'll want the movie-projection room and the TV intercom built-in. I-I think I'd better have little Jeff come over and see me tomorrow afternoon, don't you? I mean… you don't plan to be home, do you, daddy?"
Nathan Brendell chuckled. "You're a hellion, you know that? A wild little bitch."
She pouted. "You don't love me," she said, dropping her head, kissing his limp and useless penis once more.
He mussed her hair playfully. "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'll be at the office all day tomorrow." She raised her head and smiled at him. "We'll go over these plans tonight to be sure we get everything the way we want it." He paused. "You know, it means I've got to put the cash up to build this. He obviously doesn't have the resources."
"So…?"
Brendell shrugged. "So… nothing, I guess. For you, lover-girl, whatever the price… it's worth it."