'Love it,' Zena smiled. But Tammy knew she was faking, as usual. The redhead was basically cold, but good to be on a date with; she didn't try to fuck Tammy on the way home or afterward, like some of the other chicks she'd worked with.
Tammy appealed to all ages of females. One old broad who had Tammy over to her big home about twice a month said she was like a live teddy bear, so soft and sweet and cuddly. Several old men on the madam's list asked for her, too. She acted helpless and naive, which was pure hokum.
Plenty of both men and women didn't want ope of those liberated, aggressive cunts. Tammy could do it, like she just had with Susy, but she was at her best on the receiving end. She gave good measure, too. She enjoyed sex, and she went off with her customers because she felt they deserved the real thing.
She climbed over above Susy, her thighs opened, her pussy just inches from the rich woman's mouth. A mirror above the head of the bed let her see Zena start after the cunt that had just gone off. Apparently Zena 'had a mouth' for pussy. She seemed to get more assignments for cunt-nibbling than any other type. Susy's hands gripped Tammy's hips, drew her crotch down, and the wealthy brunette went to work. Oh, she knew how! Funny thing, women seemed to have an instinct for it. Men didn't. Like mouth-kissing. Nobody ever had to teach a girl how, and some men were terrible at it.
'You keep that up and I'm gonna come!' Tammy breathed.
No answer except more gentle sucking around her clit nub. Terrific! Sip, sip, tease. Stings of delight swept through Tammy's pelvis. She opened her thighs farther, whimpered with joy. Susy was going for the downs, her Sip movements quickened.
'Yesss, make me come, honey!' Tammy gasped.
Susy's hands dug into Tammy's ass, her mouth fastened to Tammy's tensing clit, she sucked greedily. Ohhh, the honey fun started! Tammy squealed. Her cunt mouth did its little clenching thing, the nuances of ultimate delight were simply far, far out!
Just as she started into her after-fun, Susy pushed her away, and Tammy lifted her cunt, swinging around on her back. She took her pussy in hand and rubbed it, finishing her goodies. Susy was about ready to go off, which was why she'd signaled Tammy to move it. Zena was doing her job.
'Ohhh, fuuuuuck!' Susy cried, her legs drawing back. 'That's real good, baby!'
Zena's red head moved in the traditional cunt-lapping fashion, staying with the clit, a finger sliding around in the cunt. Tammy rubbed her pussy until the luscious tingles eased away, reached over and began to fondle Susy's tits. She nodded eagerly. Zena was toying with her lust, drawing her up near the peak, then holding back.
Tammy had loved her share of cunts with her mouth and tongue, and a girl she often went with on photo assignments was especially appreciative, although there was no money involved. A sixty-nine with Tina was just delightful. Tina didn't dare date or show up in public-she was married to a big stud of a truck driver.
'Ohhh, pop me, honey!' Susy panted, her face twisting.
'We're gonna bring it real good for you,' Tammy breathed around a nipple. She sucked delicately, watching Zena. Zena was lipping the woman's clit for the finish. Susy yelled, her pampered body shook, her thighs jerked, and she broke it.
'Uhhh-ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh- fuuuuuuuck!' Susy wailed.
'Come offff!' Tammy urged. 'Come off real bigl'
Tammy hung on to the jiggling nipple. Susy clutched at Tammy while the hot pangs of joy swept the woman's body. She went off pretty damn good, much harder than before. That's what these double-up assignments were all about. Susy acted like she might hand over some tips. Tammy understood why so many rich old twats bought their enjoyment. They had to deal with someone they could trust. There were so many super con artists around these days, guys and broads both. Then there was blackmail. Why did the world have to be so ugly? Anything for a buck.
'Ohhh, beautiful!' Susy sighed, patting Tammy's tits.
'What about me?' Zena purred. She had wiped her mouth.
'Come up here and let me thank you, too, honey,' Susy smiled. 'You girls are a hell of a team.'
'We'd love to visit you again, Susy,' Zena purred, snuggling down at Susy's left. She fondled the redhead's tits.
'I think we can do that,' Susy giggled. She looked at Zena. 'You haven't had your goodies.'
'Oh, I will!' Zena laughed. 'You want to eat me, sugar?'
'Wait till I recover!' Susy giggled. 'That one took a lot out of me.'
All three laughed. Females got along so well in bed together. All it took was money.
CHAPTER TEN
Linda Field had a wet pussy before she even climbed into the car Matt was driving. He had called earlier to confirm their date, and an hour later cut flowers had arrived. No man had ever sent her flowers. It was so old- fashioned and romantic! And, ohhh, how she loved it.
'You look terrific,' he smiled, his eyes gliding along her figure. He had suggested casual dress, so she had put on her newest and tightest pants, open-down-the-front shirt, and high heels. He looked so young in his outfit, and the memory of that first date had raged through her mind all day.
'You're not so bad yourself,' she said, sliding closer. 'The flowers were wonderful!' He drove down to Newport Beach, pulled in at a lounge, cafe and motel complex, and they went right to the bar. A lot of skin showing-apparently some of the customers had been down to the beach. The young blonde waitress wore an abbreviated bunny outfit, her tits underwired forward likeballoqns.
They ordered martinis, very-dry. The waitress cooed pleasantly, giving Matt a clear view between her Goodyear Blimp boobs. She undulated away in the rosy twilight and Matt grinned.
'She wants in your pants,' Linda giggled. The round corner booth was cozy and she rubbed her left thigh against his leg.
He reached under and squeezed her knee. 'This is what /want, Legs.' 'I thought you were a tit-man.'
They laughed. Things were going well. They had decided not to talk business.
She hated Purdy's plan. When Matt found out, things between them would be all over. She was going to enjoy him as often as she could before the axe fell. In some ways he was not very bright, probably the reason he'd been a paid lover most of his life.
When had he fucked Stella Fordham last, and how often did he do it? Was there any real emotion involved? She was not bad-looking, her picture had been in the Times business section a while back. A man couldn't do as many 'tricks' as a woman whore. Ohh, but he sure made it fun! His hand crept inward toward her crotch, and she trembled. Thankfully, she had brought a fresh pair of panties. The ones she wore were already damp along her crevice. Her nipples were erect against her shirt. She reached over and lightly touched his basket. He grinned.
The cocktails came and their hands remained beneath the lip of the table. The girl's tits almost fell out of her fancy decolletage. She made change, showing off.
'Lucky you,' she said to Linda. 'Where'd you find a stallion like him? 'I'm his personal secretary,' Linda giggled.
'Honey, you need any help, just call. I'm Terri, I'm off in half an hour.'
'Well, thanks, Terri,' Linda said, winking. 'I just might do that.'
Terri twitched, giggled, and left. Like hell I will, Linda thought. This is mine for today! I can give him all the pussy he needs.
'She sure is casual about it,' Linda said. 'I shouldn't ask, but how do you manage a party with two girls?'
'Ah, forget her,' he smiled. He sipped at the martini with his left, hand and pressed her cunt mound. She drew her seeking hand back, tasted her cocktail. Good, So were the rich tingles spreading through her crotch. She was hot enough without feeling him!
She had other, reasons to feel elated today, too. Just a few hours earlier an attorney for her Aunt Liliie's estate back in Iowa had called her. Lillie had died several weeks earlier, an extremely wealthy spinster, and the
