'Yes?' came Laura's voice, expectantly.
'Look, tell the other girls to take off early, lock the front door and get your ass in here. Okay?”
'Oh, yesss!' Laura said, her voice drippy with eager ness.
'We haven't had a good tuck for quite a while, huh?' Candi said teasingly.
'It's been just ages, darling,' Laura gurgled. 'I didn't think you liked me any more-”
'Shit,' Candi laughed. 'Forget that drippy stuff.' She cut the connection. Laura had 'filled in' several times when Candi developed a hard-on at work. She really had a good one today!
A few moments later Laura came in the rear studio and locked the door. She was a very attractive brunette, too plump to be photogenic-Candi hired no pigs. Good-looking broads were good for business, especially when most of her clients were men.
'Boy, that Mia sure is something!' Laura breathed, her cheeks already flushed with excitement. 'Did you-?”
'I just heated it up good for her husband,' Candi smiled. 'Isn't your boy friend giving you any prick at all?”
'Oh, we had a fight-' Laura said.
'That's the trouble with these fucking men,' Candi said dryly. 'Come on, get your duds off, honey. I'm gonna bang your pussy good.”
'He-thinks you've been playing around with me,' Laura said, weakly. She reached for her front-opening blouse. Her plumpness included a bulging pair of tits and a wide full ass, she needed to go on a diet.
'If you don't tell him, how the hell is he going to know?' Candi sighed. Problems, problems. 'Lots of very normal girls like a little pussy-rub once in a while. Talk one of your girlfriends into a threesome with him.”
'Oh, wow!' Laura giggled.
Candi removed the smock, letting the busty brunette eyeball her figure. Laura stared, her dark eyes greedy. The blouse came open, revealing the big jugs in their pink, lacy cups. The dark nipples were already stiffening.
After her disappointment with Mia, Candi had considered going home early and getting her fun with Nancy, but the dainty young model had developed cramps in the loins from too much of Candi's lusty fucking and lapping. Anyway, Nancy was out on a modeling assignment and would be home late. She needed a pussy-rest. She was not used to so much sex, but she was developing into a much better piece. Candi could pop her pistol three or four times in a row.
'Sure, threesomes are the in thing, honey,' Candi said, swaying her ass, arching her cunt forward. 'You bring him some new pussy and he'll really appreciate you more.”
Laura giggled, lowering her miniskirt. The darkhued pantyhose hugged her cuntmound attractively. Like a lot of broads about her age, she tried to act more naive than she really was; she would not admit that she played with her cunt for relief, when it was very obvious she did.
Candi remembered the first time she had got in Laura's panties, on the edge of her executive desk up front, after hours. Not bad at all, but she was far from being in the class with Nancy or Mia or a few other chic broads Candi had fucked. Laura needed good steady prick, she almost drooled when Cleve came in the studio.
'For Chrissakes, do you wear those damned pantyhose when you date your stud?' Candi asked.
'Well, these skirts are so short, and-”
'Shit, get some thin panties and long sexy nylons. Guys don't like to fight for it when they want a pussyfeel.”
'You're so dirty!' Laura giggled. She sat down on a chair and wiggled and writhed out of the pantyhose. She walked toward the couch, her tits jiggling in the thin, ribboned bra. She knew where the action took place…
Chapter 7
Alicia Walker, sitting in a cozy comer of the Daly City Country Club lounge, felt a sweet thrill in the cunt as Cleve Langton sauntered over toward her table. What a handsome, sexy hunk of young man he really was!
'The bartender said you wanted to see me' he smiled, taking a chair across from hers. 'I'm flattered.”
Alicia shivered as his eyes coursed across her full bodice. She had been a widow for over a year now, her very wealthy husband had been a director of the club and golf course before his fatal heart attack; Cleve knew who she was, all right. But she was forty and he was not yet thirty, and she knew very well if she ever got him in bed she would have to pay for it, one way or another.
And he was already married to that very sexy Candi Jones. Alicia had done her homework on him. Dames couldn't leave him alone, he got all kinds of very high-class pussy. But somehow she had to have him! And the very best part was, she could afford him.
'I won't pretend I want you to give me golf lessons' Alicia smiled, sipping her vodka martini. She did not drink much, she knew what it did for a woman's looks, and she was not really too bad looking. She went regularly to a health parlor, she had a well-rounded figure, the very best plastic surgeon in Frisco had taken the sag out of her tits and snugged up her vagina. Men did like a nice, tight cunt…
The only trouble was, she had not enjoyed a man between her legs since her husband's death and she was dying to try it. She had not cheated on her late spouse, she had missed lots of fun. Dean had been much older than she, his sex energies had dwindled badly and even before his heart attack she had started using her hands for relief, dreaming about handsome movie stars…
'I'm flattered anyway,' Cleve said, smoothly. 'You're a hell of an attractive, mature woman.”
Her clit tingled, her hands trembled and she put her glass down. 'And you have all the pretty young things hanging around,' she laughed. 'Plus a very pretty wife… ”
'Oh, you've been asking questions, eh?' he grinned.
'Yes,' she smiled. Her cunt was getting wet, she felt a flush crawling up her throat. Her frock was cut low in front to display her cleavage. Considering all the money she had spent to make her breasts more attractive, the least she could do was show them off a little. Some of her women friends were terribly envious of her 'new look.'
'Sounds interesting,' Cleve said, caressing her with his eyes.
She shuddered. 'I'm going to say it right out, Cleve. I'm lonesome, and I could make things very-interesting for you.”
'Great!' he said, giving her a better look at his profile. He was so damned sexy she wanted to leap across the table and open her dress and push a nipple into his mouth.
'I-I'm going home pretty soon. Why don't you drop by and we'll talk some more,' she murmured, her heart thudding wildly.
He nodded and winked. She could almost see the money-wheels spinning in his head. He was certainly no dummy, he did very little work, Candi Jones paid most of the bills. She had had him checked out rather thoroughly. It was no novelty for a career girl like Candi to have a different name than her spouse.
'Say in half an hour,' Alicia murmured. 'I think you know where I live.”
'Biggest house in the best section of town, naturally,' he chuckled.
Cleve watched Alicia Walker undulate away from the table and out of sight and his cock responded. Sonofabitch! The wealthiest widow in Daly City wanted to get in his pants and obviously she was willing to pay for it. Not a bad ass and legs and very jutty tits for a woman her age, plus a sensual-looking mouth and warm dark eyes. He had noticed her eyeballing him several times at the club.
He had been looking forward to fucking that sensational Mia Nelson again, but she was acting coy, hard to get. He had given Alvin two golfing lessons already, charging very high fees-but he had the money, not Mia. Piss on her. He had much bigger fish to fry today, man.
As he pulled into the wide driveway in front of the Walker mansion his nuts drew up at the base of his half- hard prick. He had gotten a read-out on her from the local credit bureau some time back, she had a fulltime maid and cook. Dunn amp; Bradstreet rated her at over twenty million… Fuuuuuuck!
A young niece named Crystal Logan lived here with Alicia, a not bad-looking redhead, going to a nearby college. No other close relatives. The big shiny Lincoln Continental parked ahead of his car drew him out of it, fast.
