Rona came out of the John, naked. She moved around so Stella could watch her, opened her long, light- brown thighs and spread her puffed-out la-bia. Her pink girlie-cock was quite clearly visible. She clenched the mouth of her cunt.
'Ohhh!' Stella panted. 'Ohhhh, Matt-I'm ready!'
Rona giggled, undulating her ass. He took the two fat pillows that were always handy, and fit them beneath Stella's ass. Her thighs swung away back, and she let go of his cock.
He poised for his stroke, shoulders high, knees apart. Carefully he nudged his cockhead between her labia, flexed his prick and slid it home. She moaned fiercely, her face contorted. Her hands went to her tits. He drew way out, stroked in very hard and fast. 'Come off, baby!' he urged. 'Come off hard!'
She cried out, her cunt began fluttering around his meat, her hands dug at his shoulders, and just as she started coming he did what he was being paid for-he hunched with bull-like fury into her twitching cunt. It took her seconds longer than most women to hit the peak. She huffed and puffed, she strained and yelled, and she didn't actually top out until his prick throbbed and he spurted his achy load into her box.
Her cunt churned, her flesh tightened with swift sweet clenches, her legs kicked, her head whipped from side to side. She was having her goodies around a prick-at long last. The violent after-pangs wrenched her entire body. Her arms and thighs tightened around him convulsively. She softened, panting like an old steam engine on TV, and pushed at him. He lifted away, his cock fell out of her cunt, still creamed with his load, and he walked out of the bedroom. Rona was settling between her employer's thighs before the door closed. The mulatto always 'finished' the fuck.
He went to his room, found a towel and wiped off his outfit. Two weeks of freedom now. He stretched out on his bed for a rest, thinking about Linda Field.
'Honey,' Stella said to Rona, 'I sure wish you could do that for me. I wouldn't need a man.'
'I know,' Rona giggled. 'Get right down to it, there just ain't nothin' like a big hard cock goin' off.' 'Does he get off in you, honey?' Stella asked.
'Ain't for quite a while. I told you that before, darlin',' Rona giggled. 'He sure can make a fuck last. He gets me coming off so much I don't care if he blows his wad or not!'
They both laughed. It was nice to have a man around the house-and to show off to that greedy cunt, Susy Hall. She sure wanted him. Stella wondered how high she'd gone.
Susy watched her two young concubines prepare for their duties. On such short notice the madam had come up with some fine-looking pussy. The blonde fox was on the short plump side, the redhead had showgirl legs, narrow ass and her tits, weren't as heavy as the blonde's. Both looked around nineteen.
'Panties and heels for starters,' Susy giggled, stretched on her bed. The thin wrapper was draped across her cunt, but her tits were out. She was proud of them, plenty of girls ten years younger couldn't match her boobs.
'Boy, this sure is some place!' the blonde cooed. Her name was Tammy. The redhead called herself Zena.
'You girls have a drink if you like,' Susy said, waving at the refreshment table. 'But no pot or anything up your nose except a finger.'
'We're clean,' Zena giggled, the first to strip. Her bikini panties were Sight green. Tammy wore black, of course, the traditional color for blondes. Her tits were gorgeous, round, high and firm-looking. Such tiny pink nipples.
'We belong to the Actors' Guild,' Tammy said proudly. 'TV commercials, you know.'
'I made my side money on a director's couch,' Susy laughed.
'This is gonna be funnn!' Tammy bubbled. 'You're cool, Susy. You got it. Where's your man, overseas or something?'
'I just buy one when I get a hard-on for cock,' Susy said. 'Come here, Tammy, and fool around with me, huh?'
'I'll have a little drinkie,' Zena said, wiggling over to the bedroom bar setup. 'I'm glad you aren't into whips and leather and some of that freaky shit.' 'I like my pussy straight, honey,' Susy giggled.
Zena twitched her pretty ass and curved her tits out. They were pointy, little-girl boobs, with dark red nipples with wide, lighter red areola. Susy felt a tingle. As Tammy crawled down at Susy's right, she relaxed and let the blonde start the action. 'I haven't done this much,' Tammy murmured, her right hand creeping to Susy's tits.
'All the better,' Susy purred. 'Got a stiff pecker for some guy, huh?'
'Yes, but he can't even see me! He's fucking one of those Junior Miss models. Jeeeese, she's only about eighteen'
Their cheeks touched, then their mouths, and Tammy's tongue writhed in, her full red lips opening wide. Her play hand felt wonderful on Susy's boobs. From the corner of her eye she saw the leggy redhead standing at the foot of the bed, a drink in her left hand, her right hand on her panty-covered cunt.
Now her fingers went inside the panties. She spread her legs, smiled and began playing with her outfit. Watching a girl masturbate was a neat turn-on for Susy-she didn't really know why. Lots of men liked it, too. Tammy's hand now slid down to Susy's cunt, the warm little soft fingers caressed it as only a girl could, feathery touches, then out along the inner thigh flesh, then back home again, patting beautifully.
Their tongues chased back and forth and Susy was having some sharp stings of arousal. Matt's call had wet her cunt, but she had freshened it since. The core of need he had excited was still there, though. Juice was flowing again; her clit was rising sweetly. Tammy's clinging mouth broke free, and she teased a finger around Susy's urethra. Nn-nnnnnn. 'Kiss my tits now, honey,' Susy murmured, curving her cunt up, spreading her legs. 'Oh, you're so sexy!' Tammy breathed. Zena had just a medium turn-on, so far. The tremendous house and grounds, all this show of wealth, tingled her more than watching that chubby blonde fox do her thing with Susy. She must have millions! Damn, would I love to live here! If I give her a good fucking-It was all so impossible, though. This Hall cunt could buy the very best. And Zena knew she was not a ten, or even an eight. She had such youthful-looking tits, she was often used in bra ads. In the right outfit she could pass for sweet sixteen. There was a boyish cast to her features, the kind of look in fashion right now.
She had made some neat tips, doing her call-girl thing with older men, especially if she pretended she was on her first pay date. Most of them knew it was shit, but studs were great dreamers. Flinching a little when they got the cock in was a big help, too. Most had very small pricks. The real stallions didn't have to buy it.
The trouble with lez-fucking was you couldn't pretend to go off. Women knew. They also had to pay a lot more because the date often lasted longer. Some of those old cunts took hours to get off. This was a two-hunred buck night, and most men drew only a hun, for her share. She had no idea what the total fee was. Broads never tipped, though. It kind of evened out. She never worried about selling her cunt- millions of housewives did it all the time. The chances of her nailing some very rich old fucker were dwindling every day. You had to be very, very sexy to draw even a second glance around L.A. Fuck, maybe she'd go back home to Iowa and work in a factory.
Susy was getting off already. Tammy had a nipple in her mouth, her hand on Susy's clit, and the rich bitch whimpered. Her face went out of shape, her thighs quivered, she bucked up on Tammy's hand. Susy wasn't that old, about in her prime, really. She was getting a pretty hard one.
'Ohhhhh!' she gasped, relaxing, her eyes closed. 'Ohhh, fuuuuck! That's goodl'
'Oh, you come so nice!' Tammy gurgled, patting Susy's dark-haired wet box. The blonde was excited, too. They had been on two jobs together, previously. One real old man and one fat widow. The girls had taken turns eating the woman.
For a warmup, Zena had fucked Tammy, and she'd hit her goodies right away. Zena had always been slow, she didn't even masturbate very often. Every pussy to her own pace. One minor TV assistant producer had given her what she considered a damn good fucking, but he hadn't called her again.
She never went off with the Johns, but she could put on a hell of an act. Maybe when she was out with a guy she liked, she still pretended too much. She didn't even have a steady girlfriend. Now and then she went to a bar and picked up some hungry-looking pussy. That was fun.
'Want me to fuck you now, Susy?' Tammy asked. Playing with a woman as attractive as Susy had Tammy's clit achy.
'No, but I want to eat you, sweetie,' Susy giggled. 'Neat!' Tammy purred. 'Me on top?'
'Right.' She looked over at Zena. 'And you can eat me'