had it, and he was a master at the art.
Maybe he'd take Linda to a fancy motel or some neat resort not too far away. His cock began to swell in spite of himself. Rona was getting her goodies now, her cunt mouth spasming around her plunging finger, her clit pulsing. Her cry of pleasure reminded him of a jungle animal squealing in the night.
He'd been there too many times. She was no longer exciting. On top of that, she was a dumb cunt. But then, how the hell smart was he, living off wealthy broads most of his life. Maybe he and Rona were too much alike, selling it.
'Damn, that was a big one, Stella!' Rona cooed, resting. Stella giggled. 'Let's go in on a bed now. You can nibble around on me.' She glanced over at Matt. 'Don't leave the house, darling.'
'Wouldn't think of it, baby,' he smiled. 'Think I'll take a swim.' He posed so she could see his half-hard cock inside the trunks. She giggled, then she and Rona left the patio, hands on each other's ass. Fucking lezzies.
He felt good about that hundred grand. He had checked the safe, looking for more classified stuff, but had found nothing. Too soon yet.
Knowing Stella and Rona would be busy for a couple of hours or so while the old cunt built up a good head of steam, during which time Rona would pop off a dozen times or more, he walked into the den, closed the door and dialed Linda's number. She took it on the second ring.
'Your big stud here, baby,' he said in his sexiest tone.
'Oh, Matt! How nice. Uh, do you have something new to trade?' 'No, but I'd like to get in your panties again.'
She giggled. He knew he was thrilling her. 'When?'
'What about tomorrow night?' He'd have Stella banged good by ten tonight, at the latest. She had started early. He could sleep half of Sunday and be in good shape.
'Oh, wonderful!' she breathed. She sounded like he already had a finger on her clit and his tongue in her mouth.
'Good. I'll pick you up at your apartment about eight.' She giggled some more, and they cut it off. Linda shivered, her right hand pressing her cunt mound. She'd just showered, preparing to go shopping, but there was no hurry. Frankly, she'd had nothing else to do. A dull weekend had stretched ahead-but not anymore! She wished their date was tonight. That old broad of a Stella surely had him tied up at home.
The towel fell from her upper body. She rested back in the chair and savored the anticipation. She didn't like Purdy's plan, but he had told her to play Dodson along, act innocent. Tomorrow evening would be just for fun.
Damn. Her nipples were stiffening and she felt pussy wetness on her palm. Just his voice could turn her on, high. Should she save it all for him, or have a nice hot quickie? She just couldn't resist. She walked in her bedroom, where she'd had such a glorious fucking, spread out and started her pussy fun trip.
Oh! Her clit was as hard as the tip of her little finger. He had been in her thoughts for days, he had colored her whole life, and she could care less that he was at least twice her age. She had read his file a dozen times. He had fucked hundreds of women and girls. He was a no-good gigolo. And she was nuts about him-ridiculous, but true.
What she had read about women giving up everything for 'love' had sounded unreal-but already she had secretly considered trying to corner him for herself. She couldn't afford him. She made very good money for a girl her age, but she had noticed that his shoes alone cost more than she earned in one week. While she was at work he'd be screwing other girls, maybe even charging them fees! Why did she get tangled up with such an animal? It was a wonder that some jealous broad hadn't killed him.
Already she was about to come! She gripped her left tittie, rubbed her clit zone with the heel of her hand and felt the sweet, achy throbs of her goodies. She squealed! Her hips jerked up and down, her tits arched high, and she could almost feel that huge cock pumping in her cunt…
Susy Hall's secretary put the call through to her bedroom. A man, Elaine had said. Susy lifted the receiver. 'Yes?' 'Matt here,' came the vibrant virile tones.
Her heart thumped, her clit tingled. She had been trying to decide what frock to wear to a party that evening, and now wore only a robe.
'Have you made up your mind about leaving dear Stella?' she asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. 'Not exactly,' he answered, teasingly. 'My proposition still holds,'she said.
'How do I know how good you are in bed if I don't try it?' he asked. He was sounding very independent.
'I learned how to skin a prick years ago, darling,' she answered dryly. 'No preview fucks.'
'I'll clang your bell better than anyone ever did, baby,' he chuckled. 'How many times can you get off on one date?'
She trembled. He knew how this kind of talk stirred her. Maybe she should try the shoe on before buying it. 'Call me in a few days,' she said. 'That's better. One good fuck won't hurt you.'
'Bastard,'she hissed. 'I'm going to a party and now you've got me all turned on.' She hesitated. 'You sound different, stud. Something happened?' 'You could say that,' he hinted.
She opened her robe and pressed her cunt. She was wet along the slit, her clit was rising and stinging. When she didn't answer, he chuckled.
'Got your hand on it? Go ahead and get one, and I'll encourage you over the phone.'
'Oh, damn you!' she flared, and dropped the ornate receiver. He was filthy. He could read her like a book, and he hadn't even kissed her. Or played with her tits, or her cunt. She stood, moving to her wide vanity. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples stood out against the sheer cling of her robe.
Fuck that party. She returned to the phone and dialed the number of her madam. She simply had to enjoy a Saturday night blowout. Two young pretty foxes would do nicely. She would prove to herself she didn't have to have prick.
If he didn't call by Tuesday or Wednesday, she would call him. Unless he answered she would simply hang up. Imagine, chasing an asshole like him! She had run off dozens of fortune-hunters, some not so bad. She had to have the hots for another woman's paid-for piece.
She used the phone again and cancelled the party date. A bunch of hens, anyway. Sitting around on their pampered asses, telling each other lies. She stretched out on her expensive bed and waited for the girls to arrive.
CHAPTER NINE
Matt was resting at the edge of the pool after a swim when the intercom buzzed. Only nine o'clock-he'd have her bred in good time. He moved inside and walked up the curved stair to her lavish bedroom. Stella rested on her butt in the center of the bed, naked. Rona appeared to be in the John; he heard water running.
'Looks good,' he grinned, sliding his wet trunks to the expensive carpet. Her tits were fully swollen, her box expanded to reveal the pink inner labia. A pink flush spread across the upper slopes of her boobs. 'That looks delicious!'she cooed, staring at his stiffening cock. She writhed her ass, waving her legs. He never knew exactly what Rona did for two or three hours before he was called for her twice-a-month prick and spurt of semen.
Stella's mouth was always swollen, so they evidently did a lot of kissing, and surely some mutual cunnilingus. Rona said she got off a lot of times, but made sure Stella didn't. The old cunt sure took a long time to turn on.
He sank down at her right, as usual. She giggled happily, took his prick in her right hand as he fit his play hand on her cunny. Very juicy. Leaning over, he sucked one nipple, then the other, and gently pushed his middle finger into her cunt. She whined, her face twisted. Her soft, warm fingers played along his prick, down to his nuts; then she held her hand against her nose to breathe in the male aroma.
'Ohhh, darling!' she breathed, thrusting up on his hand.
'Gonna come real hard for me today, baby? ' he murmured.
'Yesss!' she whispered, returning her eager hand to his cock. She squeezed it and shuddered. He teased her urethra, moved his cunt-slick finger up to her clit. He caressed it carefully, around the root, feeling it tense.
'Neat hard-on today, baby,' he said around a nipple.
