the transfer she had felt a thrill in the clit. When he had unzipped his pants and displayed his monster of a prick… that animall The vision of it still burned in her thoughts. And hadn't she rushed home afterward and fondled herself into several stinging, deep climaxes? Her panties already were turning damp. She had been turned on ever since she had reached home, knowing he would be here.
A world traveler, a rake who had been servicing women for fees probably since his teens, a no-good bastard through and through, and when she looked at him she turned to water! For her age, Stella Fordham was a very attractive woman, and he had been fucking her in more than one way for almost a year. And he was old enough to be Linda's father! The whole idea was just obscene, but she was trapped by her own desires.
She wanted to be successful, too. Already she was assistant to the vice-president at Western Computers. She could move up. She hoped to own one of those slick new houses builders were designing for singles, not too far from a beach. Lots of very handsome hunks lurked at the better swim spots. She brought the drinks into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, 56 and sat at his left. As he reached for his highball he peeked down inside her blouse. His nearness was like he was already touching her. There was an aura of overpowering maleness about him that reached her cunt and breasts.
'Do you like sports?' she asked, her voice tremulous.
'Bedroom kind,' he grinned. 'You want to pay me for the negatives now, or later.' 'Uh-later,' she giggled.
He barely touched his drink. He put it down and unzipped his pants. In seconds his prick was showing, and it looked even larger than before!
'Jesus, you beast!' she cried, rattling her glass back on the coffee table. She knew her face was flaming.
'You know you want to hold it, so go ahead,' he smiled, as if he was showing the back of his hand. 'Oh! Is this how you hooked Stella Fordham?'
'Sure, and a few other tricks. You want to play house, so let's cut through the shit and get down to it.'
She gasped, knowing she should make the deal and order him out of her apartment, but when his left arm slid across her shoulders, and his right hand began opening her blouse, she shuddered- and her right hand went to that stiffening huge dark cock. Her rich fantasy was now reality!
His mouth was suddenly on her eager, opening lips, his hand crept in on her bra-less tits, and her fingers tightened around his hot, rigid monster of a cock. God, oh God! Her thighs spread, her hips curled upward, she was shivering like a hot bride about to get her wedding-night prick.
He kissed with a kind of erotic thoroughness that told her instantly he wanted to eat her, a thing that she had hoped for from at least two of her boyfriends, but that had never transpired. She'd done a little penis-sucking, as a prelim, but the guy invariably went off sooner than usuak
Matt held her and fondled her like she was a kind of sex goddess, like she was very, very special-no wonder he earned his keep this way! It was a glorious, nerve-shattering romantic experience! Her tits felt hugel
Matt was enjoying himself. He had run into a lot of these slick, attractive career girls, and he had yet to find one who had been adequately fucked. They slept around a little, went to ski resorts or beaches or night clubs with men around their own age or a bit older, and the evening ended with a five-minute fuck that often didn't even begin to satisfy the girl. If the guy could squirt twice, she might make it once.
All this lib shit hadn't improved them, except to make some bolder, driving away males who wanted to be dominant. So it was masturbate, sit on it, or fuck girls. What a waste! What a shame! Men in the 1890's had known more about fucking than the average 'modern' stud. Get it in and pump to a climax. If the girl made it, okay. If not, that was her fault. He stroked his tongue and teased her fine long nipples into sensual hardness, feeling her vivid tremors of excitement as she softened back, her long, firm legs opening. If he quit now and had her take her pants and panties off, he would break the spell. Get her off and then begin the real fun.
Nibbling at her lips, he dropped his play hand to her uptilted crotch and began to rub it where the action was, her clit zone. Now he kissed down her throat, nuzzled the blouse open and popped a dark, tumid nipple in his mouth. Her left hand caught in his hair, her right hand slid up and down on his leaky-headed cock, and a vivid shudder said it would not be long now.
My God! Linda thought. Nobody ever sucked my tits like this! lean't believe how puffed out they are! / want his prick in me, but I won't get it right now. Ohhhh, I'm COMING!
Her hips bucked, her legs jerked farther apart, she felt the stinging surges of her passion pulse from her clit. Ohhh, they were so sharp and heavenly! Even her sucked nipple seemed to throbl Her head whirled. She had never experienced this kind of man!
'Ohhhh, Matt!' she breathed, shivering in the aftermath.
'Very good, Linda,' he murmured around her nipple. 'Now, let's get undressed and do this right.'
'Yesss!' she gasped. Her panties were a gooey mess, she had to go in the bathroom and dainty herself. And then-ohhhh! She struggled upward, and wobbled into the little hallway that led to the John. Her legs could hardly carry her…
Matt patted his prick and grinned. He hadn't lost his touch. He'd popped another girl harder than she'd ever been popped, and she was just getting into it. A great experience to show an American girl what sex was really like.
A hundred grand! He had far from enough put away, but he was getting there. He had been toying with another plan, too. One of Stella's rich women friends, Susy Hall, had made him a proposition.
It was so good he was certain there had to be a catch, somewhere. Her husband had left her so much real estate in and around L.A. that a large office had been set up just to handle details and take in the money. She lived most of the year in Nassau, the Bahamas, but she spent part of the time in Beverly Hills.
She promised that if he'd live with her, she would deed him two big high-rise apartment buildings free and clear. No marriage, she was smarter than that, but she needed a man, a stud, a companion.
The only catch was that he was a little afraid of her. Her husband had died in a boating accident off CataSina, with Susy the only witness. Stella had told him most of the details, how insurance companies had investigated, how the police had done the same-and come up with nothing.
He knew a guy in the insurance scam, and this happened quite a lot. Good-looking younger broad marries rich old fart, he has a fatal 'accident' and grieving young spouse walks off with the whole estate.
She didn't want marriage, so what did he have to fear? A cunt that vicious might have him rubbed out if he got a little from one of the maids or something. Susy did expect fidelity. The rest of his active sex life honking just one cunt? No way. Susy didn't even want a sample of his cock. It was all or nothing. And right now his thought for the day was, fuck her.
Stella was more practical, even furnishing him some nice young pussy right at home-Rona. That Stella also fucked her did not bother him; she was a beautiful, clean, hot piece of ass. Let Susy hire joy boys, a procedure that Stella said Susy did regularly.
On the other hand, Susy was much younger than Stella, and better-looking. She'd been in films, mostly minor parts, and although Stella claimed she was 'around forty,' he had discovered that she was actually thirty- two. Dark, medium height, plump and rounded, her ancestry was basically Italian.
He figured she would be a fairly good fuck. Her offer wouldn't hold forever, for she would eventually find some experienced cocksman she wanted to keep around. At several of Stella's parties, where Susy had been a guest, she had asked him for dances. The polite thing to do, you know. She'd always succeeded in giving him a big hard-on, and those just happened to be the nights when Stella had wanted cock. It was like Stella used her lady friend to get him up, after which Stella 'cashed in.' On those evenings he earned his keep. When Stella did get horny for cock, she went all-out.
He had considered talking to Stella about working out a 'deal' with Susy-live a while with one, then the other. But he knew broads, they wanted to 'own' their steady male. If only cunts could handle sex the way men did.
A rich man in the Orient bought as many young concubines as he could afford. Here, where the big money was available, cunts played the music. Sad. He had Susy's private number, in California and Nassau.
Linda came into the living room all decked out in a black sheer nightie and heels, hip-high dark nylons held up with a little red garter belt. His cock began swelling again.
Linda shivered as she led him into her bedroom. She had prepared the place for action-covers turned back, a small lamp on, cassette player going with Glenn Miller, softly. She was not a rock-music freak. She wished her
