the bottom up, so that at the end of her tongue's short journey, her mouth came to rest on the apex of Wanda's sex; her clitoris. Gently, but firmly, Alice wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Beneath her, Wanda squirmed with both pleasure and agony. Dozens of sensations rushed through her body; all pleasurable, deeply pleasurable, but all hauntingly painful as well. She felt as if her body would explode under the weight of them.
Alice kissed and licked Wanda's cunt expertly. She licked around the outside of it, kissing her inner thighs, and then moved to the center of it, thrusting her tongue into Wanda's wet passage. Wanda moaned when she did this, and put her hands to Alice's head as if to push her head inside her cunt. Alice gave a throaty laugh and began to lick the girl's cunt more rapidly and with a certain insistent pressure. Wanda felt a deluge of delight. As Alice's tongue writhed inside of Wanda's passage, her nose rubbed back and forth against Wanda's clitoris.
Soon Wanda felt her body surge with warmth and shudder uncontrollably. She began to thrust her hips upwards against Alice's wet face. Alice bore down with her tongue on Wanda's clitoris, licking around the edges of it and then flicking across it with just the tip of her tongue. Wanda squeezed her legs around Alice's head and, with a final thrust of her hips, she came. Her fluids flowed into Alice's mouth. Alice drank thirstily, lapping every last drop from Wanda's cunt.
CHAPTER IV
Memories of her first experience with Alice Long and the strange, but thrilling sensations that accompanied it kept Wanda pleasant company as she finally completed the real estate agent's application for rental.
As she put the pen down, she sucked momentarily on her fingers the way a child would. The sight of this was particularly entertaining for Mr. White who was still watching Wanda through the cleverly designed panel that separated him from his client.
By this point, his prick was thundering in his fist as he whipped and massaged it, and a great debate began to take place in his brain. Should he continue watching sweet, sexy Wanda through the panel and bring his almost bursting cock to full eruption or should he interrupt and return to his office after slipping into his clothing?
But the question was answered for him, despite his evolving decision to save his orgasm for her, as he saw Wanda thrust her finger back to her cunt. She began to rub her clitoris vigorously with the tip of her finger, her legs spread as wide as they could go in her chair. He squeezed his cock even harder at the sight of her masturbating herself. Her hand worked frantically around the enlarged circle of her sex, her eyes closed tightly in her ensuing pleasure. She began to squirm in her chair, moving her buttocks on the surface of it, as if her hand was still and her body was moving around it.
Then she dropped her head to the tabletop and let out a long moan, her entire body suddenly frozen. Racked with the pleasure of her release, she began to shake up and down on the chair. Mr. White could no longer hold it in. He bore down on the base of his cock and with the palm of his other hand, rubbed the tip of it. He then drew his hand away from the tip and squeezed the shaft, shooting three or four spurts of semen into the air. When he came, he forced his eyes to stay open, not wanting to lose sight of the lovely girl in the throes of orgasm on the other side of the mirror.
After a few moments rest, he dressed in his brocaded Japanese dressing gown with a handsome embroidered dragon, covering his bulky, naked body with the shiny, expensive robe. He entered his office through the long, velvet curtains with the flair of an important Shakespearean actor, which in some mild way he resembled.
'Well, my dear,” he said, hastily seating himself behind his great desk, “I assume you've completed the application by now?'
Wanda wondered about the flashy dressing gown for a moment before putting the thought away. Why shouldn't he dress as he wanted? It was his office-his home.
'Yes, sir, Mr. White,” she answered. She would have dropped dead right then and there had she known this handsome gentleman with the beautiful white hair had actually been kneeling within two feet of her as she sat with her skirt up and her panties down, masturbating herself as he simultaneously jerked off his prick.
'Good, my dear. Let me have a look at it. I hope you haven't told any lies on it,” he laughed.
'None,” answered Wanda, rising from her chair to hand her application to Mr. White. She chose a new seat on an old leather couch and sat, smoothing down her skirt and feeling the tightness of the leather garters secured around her thighs.
'Thank you.” He looked for a pair of rimless spectacles on the desk, found them, put them on. “Well, what have we here?” This was rhetorical.
As Wanda sat opposite him, slouching very comfortably on the couch, which smelled as if it had once been very, very rich and had seen much better days, she casually allowed her skirt to climb up her legs, exposing a wide expanse of nylon just above her left knee.
Her hand absently strayed to the buttons of her blouse, already undone to the fourth button. Now, she undid that one, too, glancing down to see the creamy white cleavage between her luscious breasts. They were so dreamy from this angle, she thought.
'Ah hah! I see that you know a certain Mrs. Alice Long? Is that correct?” Wanda had decided to list Alice's name on her application after all.
Mr. White had checked her references before anything else. “Yes. Why yes I do. Do you?'
Mr. White cleared his throat noisily. “Yes, I do, as a matter of fact. She's a neighbor who has made considerable trouble for me.'
'Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I have another reference to put in her place,” Wanda said, rising to her feet.
'No no,” he said, motioning her back onto the couch. “That's not necessary. She will do nicely. If nothing else, I do trust that woman where financial affairs are concerned.'
'Oh, I am glad,” Wanda sighed and once more, while Mr. White's eyes were hidden behind the pages of the application, she rearranged her skirt. This time she made quite sure that much more of her sheer nylon stockings would be visible when, and if, he should look.
As she waited, she began humming under her breath. The lovely scent of her cunt rose up to her nose, exciting her. Her cunt was very hot now. She could feel it becoming more and more wet as she sat there.
Her breasts were still sensitive from the way she had pinched them while she'd filled out the application. She desperately wanted to play with them just then. She wanted to rip open her blouse and expose them. She would massage her lovely globes, tweak her nipples, pinching them really hard. She would spit on them so that she could rub the saliva into her flesh. She loved that. The more she imagined it, the wetter she grew between her legs.
Mr. White coughed. “Well,” he began, shifting his bulk in the chair, “I don't see why we can't do some business. I have several places you might like, nearby and one some distance. They're all the same price.'
Wanda brightened. She uncrossed her legs, conscious that Mr. White was looking at her panty-clad pussy. This excited her. She was ravished with hot desire, yearning to be naked, to exhibit herself. She could barely control herself.
'Oh, I'm so happy I could dance!” she cried, tossing back her head, her long hair bouncing delightfully on her shoulders. She was aware that her breasts had done a little dance all their own.
'Good. Very good,” said Mr. White, smiling expansively. He went to a board on the wall on which hung different sets of keys. He selected three. He turned to face her but as he did, he made no effort to close the folds of his handsome, dragon dressing gown.
From experience, he knew that as he turned, the folds of his gown would fly open. If luck had anything to do with it, young Wanda would catch a quick glimpse of his semi-erect cock, and his heavy hanging balls. She would at least get a glimpse of his strong muscular and very hairy thighs and legs.
But, he told himself, he would pretend not to notice that he had given Wanda a view of his cock. He would affect total ignorance of having exposed himself as he did.
His feigned ignorance would permit him, once he sat down, to allow the gown to remain open. He would then call Wanda to the side of his desk, so that she could affix her signature on the application-and get an even fuller view.
By this time, Mr. White knew, his thick cock would be smoldering nicely, even throbbing. He would deliberately take his time showing her the little “x” she was to sign next to.
