Mr. White had pulled this act many times before. He knew it was more or less guaranteed-the client always glimpsed his cock. It never failed to obtain some kind of reaction.
Mr. White was almost certain Wanda would react positively, given the sexy performance he had just witnessed through his two-way mirror.
'Well, Wanda,” he said, “come here, my dear, and sign and then the keys are yours. What you'll do,” he added as Wanda stood smiling prettily, “is take these keys and go from one address to the other. Let yourself in, check out the apartment, lock it after you leave, and go on to the next. Return when you've made your decision.'
He moved, gently opening his gown wider. His penis was long and hot and quite visible. He even glanced down at it. Wanda wouldn't be able to miss it when she came to the desk.
'So,” he smiled cordially, “come here, and sign in. All right?'
'Yes, but of course,” she cried and hurried to the desk, and took the pen from Mr. White's slightly trembling fingers. He opened the first page of the application.
It didn't take Wanda long to spot Mr. White's handsome cock! She gasped, caught her breath, and managed to stifle a small animal cry. Her hand flew to her mouth.
'This is the first signature, my dear.'
Wanda began to tremble. She was unable to tear her eyes away from his cock, which was slowly surging and moving like a snake aroused from a deep sleep. She was fascinated.
As she scribbled her name, her eyes moved slowly to the agent's handsome face. God, she breathed to herself, he was totally unconscious of the fact that his cock was exposed.
Wanda caught her breath again. She felt funny. This wasn't the first cock she'd ever seen, but it was the first one in a rugged state of tumescence. Wanda was still a virgin.
'Now, my dear, you did read the fine print, didn't you?” he asked pointing to a certain clause having to do with sublet permission.
Wanda's eyes were watering now. So was her mouth. She couldn't believe that she was reacting this way. Oh God, the prick was alive! How could this man possibly not know it was exposed to her view?
Wanda stuttered. “Yes. I under… stand, Mr. White.'
'Then put your initials next to the little “x” here.'
The closer she leaned to the papers, the closer she drew to his shoulder. She adored the smell of the man, the aftershave lotion, and what she imagined to be the odor of his cock. Again, her eyes sought his cock while he busied himself searching for the next place to sign.
Wanda imagined the silky smoothness of it next to her cheek as she stared at it. Her cunt was now leaking profusely. Even her little anus was twitching, just the way it had under Mrs. Alice Long's ministrations.
But more than all of this, her breasts were positively aching behind her erect nipples. The longer her eyes caressed his prick, the longer and stiffer it seemed to grow. She grew more passionate and lustful and nervous with every second.
Wanda could no longer keep her body from shivering and trembling. She was covered with hot sweat, could feel the perspiration dripping between her breasts. The insides of her thighs were wet and the crotch of her cotton panties was positively drenched with her cunt-juices.
'Are you quite well, Wanda?” asked Mr. White, looking up at her. Wanda's face was as red as a beet. “Oh, my dear,” Mr. White exclaimed, “are you all right?'
'Yes. I think so… yes.'
'Let me get you a little whisky,” he said, smiling to himself as he helped Wanda back to the couch. Of course, he did not bother to belt his robe. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wanda's pretty eyes glued to his cock, which was now beginning to stand up straight against his flat belly.
CHAPTER V
Wanda breathed deeply, slightly delirious. Her heart was thundering behind her lovely breasts. Her brain was swimming.
When Mr. White had helped her onto the couch, her elbow had brushed against his erect penis and she had almost swooned. Never had she been this close to an engorged cock.
He was gone now, in the back of his office, behind the velvet curtains. She could hear a refrigerator open and close. Ice cubes tinkled in glass, and there was a gurgle of liquid being poured. She sighed. What was happening to her?
Oh, she knew only too well what was happening!
Her cunt had never been this swollen. She could feel a tiny pulse inside. It seemed to lay behind her clitoris. If she were to press it with the tip of her index finger, it would twitch pleasantly and then begin to sting like a mild electric shock.
She smiled to herself as she cupped her pussy mound. The feel of the warm leather resting to either side of her hand always made her feel very sexy.
When Mr. White reappeared, his robe was closed. Wanda sighed to herself, but it came out more like a sob caught in her throat. She found she was breathing even heavier now.
'Here, my dear,” Mr. White said kindly, handing her a glass. “I made us both a cocktail to soothe you and to toast to our agreement, if that's all right.'
His voice sounded so smooth and friendly. None of the gruffness of his initial greeting remained. He was smiling. He had beautiful teeth. Wanda's eyes wandered from his face to his body. This muscular build wasn't often seen in a man his age. She loved how strong he looked.
As she sipped, she smiled over the rim of the glass. “I feel better already,” she said, glowing at him. Her eyes now and then discreetly glanced down to his lap and the folded material of his gorgeous robe. It was quite closed now and she couldn't even make out the outline of his penis. She sat there, so close to him that she could smell his aftershave lotion and even a little underarm sweat, which was not at all unpleasant. She couldn't make herself believe that she'd actually seen her very first hard cock.
It was simply incredible!
'Are you coming down with something, Wanda? By the way, you can call me Andy.” As he said this, he deliberately crossed his legs, his robe slid open and Wanda's eyes fled to his naked knee.
'Perhaps it's a little too warm in here. Is that it, Wanda?'
'It might have been,” she replied, “but it's all right now.'
'Maybe if you unbuttoned your blouse a little,” he said. And without waiting for the young girl to answer, he did it for her.
'There,” he said, opening the folds of her blouse so that her brassiere was exposed. Wanda said nothing. When she felt his fingers caressing her neck and sneaking inside the blouse to touch her bare shoulders, she closed her eyes. “That feels so good, Andy. Yes, I am feeling much better,” she said, giving a long sigh.
'Maybe your bra is too tight,” he said, putting down his glass. He would need two hands now. “It looks tight, you know.'
'Perhaps,” she said in a soft voice and then, with her eyes still closed, she allowed him to push her blouse off her shoulders. He slid the tiny straps of her brassiere halfway down her arms, exposing the glorious swell of her creamy white breasts, almost to the nipple.
'Does that feel better, my dear?'
'Oh yes, it's much cooler,” she said. Wanda opened her eyes. Mr. White's robe parted again as he shifted his position. Now she could see the outline of his penis beneath the material. He noticed the movement of her eyes as she looked down at it. She said nothing.
'You have lovely breasts, Wanda.” His fingers were now caressing her breasts, snaking over the fabric of the brassiere, touching her nipples through the cup. Wanda moved closer to him when he increased the pressure of his hands.
'Thank you. I like them.'
'Very pretty, Wanda,” he said gently and then began to pull the brassiere all the way down. Wanda's luscious
