'Cool,' she smiled, leaving the desk. She wiggled around and leaned down, her right arm sliding across his shoulders, her head lowering toward his. She whispered. 'I got a nice hard-on for you, honey.”
He shuddered, his eyes flared. He was still stunned by this, a short wait might make things better, anyway. She brushed her lips into his mouth, shooting her tongue in across his teeth. His left arm circled her waist, he did not make a grab at her crotch as so many bastards would in similar circumstances. He squeezed her closer, shivering. He liked her boldness, too. Several of the guys she had tucked for money enjoyed an aggressive girl.
She flicked her tongue in and out, wanting more, and then drew away. 'Half an hour, sugar,' she giggled. 'An' you better be ready. This chick wants to go-go.”
'Damn!' he said again. He looked dazed; as he stood up she could see his prick standing out inside his pants. De-licious!
'Oh, I haven't got much to report on your wife, honey. Want me to keep looking around?”
He nodded, a wide, pleased grin on his face. She winked and went out with a backward bend of her ass.
Alvin dropped into his chair, his head buzzing. He was old enough to be her father! But what the hell, he was in the same spot with Mia, and she was very stingy with her cunt, she always acted like she was doing him a big favor to spread out in bed. Since his suspicions about her had firmed, he was more aware of her real nature, her reluctance about sex with him, her put-on.
He was not quite as stupid as she imagined, and the night before had been a real eye-opener for him. She had finally decided she really ought to let him have a little; he had kicked up a protest at some of the bills she had run up for clothes and more clothes, and giving him a tuck was her way of soothing his ruffled temper. He had played with her more than usual before climbing between her legs, and he had realized that the lubricant in her cunt was not her own, but some kind of jelly, and her responses seemed more phony than ever before.
She had seemed in a hurry to have him finish, he had got his gun off too swiftly again, but the real stopper had been when he had slipped out of bed and crept down the hallway to the bathroom, his ear to the door.
He had often wondered why she spent so much time in the can after he shot a load in her cunt, and now he knew. A low, girlish moan of excitement, a swift faint rattle of the toilet-tank lid, an unmistakable thump of bare heels on the floor, told it all.
But she had not finished right away, she had played around with herself a while before getting her jollies. And the crowning insult to his maleness had been her muffled cry, right at the peak of her climax.
'… ohhhhh, Candi! Ohhhh, honey!… ”
That too-beautiful, slim-assed, Lesbian-looking photographer. Fuck! He was not competing with some stud, although she probably was getting some cock on the side, too-he was bucking another female. Sonorabitch. He had heard a rumor or two about her in Boise, before the marriage; she had lived with some twat named Pam Nugent…
But he had to get good solid evidence to kick her ass out of his nest. Mia had a good thing going, he made very good money, and she would not give it all up without a fight. California divorce laws had toughened. Fucked if he was going to get married again, there were too many broads looking for a living arrangement. Joan Meadows was aching for a fuck and a setup.
Hell with her, now. Ronnie Lemm did things for his glands no other chick ever had. He had always heard a high yellow girl was good fucking. Man, those long, long legs and pert tits, her thick, sensual mouth, that darting tongue… a sweet, rich pussy fragrance… that cute, rounded ass…
Down, rover, down, he thought, his cock still hard. She'll be back, and she's ready! I like the way she takes over, her bold moves. Sonofabitch! Mia thinks I'm undersexed, but she never cared enough to find out, the clever beautiful cunt. Fuck her! She's hung up on another pussy.
At the same time he realized that one of his favorite fantasies involved two eager girls and himself, watching the dames tuck while he rested his cock. Sure, it was a little kinky, but every man was different. He would probably never realize his secret ambition unless he hired two whores to go through the motions. While on Army duty in Korea he had watched two young girls fuck, a kind of side-show display. It had given him one hell of a bone-on, he had gone out and found himself a piece of ass. Those Oriental babes had good tight cunts; he had spent the night with his pickup date and blasted four long loads in her box…
With one martini bubbling in her veins, Ronnie entered the outer door of Alvin's office, noticing that he had indeed cleared the room of his other employees. Just as she twitched inside, he came out of the back office, his eyes lighting up, a wide smile on his face. She had freshened her cunt in the cocktail lounge john, she was as ready for cock as she would ever be. To make herself safe for her occasional pay-dates, she had been on the pill for several years.
There was still danger, though. She hoped Alvin had had his wires clipped. Lots of men his age were surgically sterile. Knowing what she did about Mia, it was almost certain that stuck up cunt would not be taking any risks.
'Do I still look sexy, honey?' she giggled, undulating her ass.
'Hell, you've got it, Ronnie,' he growled. He swung around her and locked the door; he took her arm and steered her into his rear sanctum, where she was not surprised to see the lights dimmed and a bottle of whiskey and two glasses sitting on his desk.
He halted. 'Hell, would you rather get a motel?”
'I'm an economical girl, big man,' she smiled. 'You got it all right here. This is different. I never had any fun in a back office… ”
He laughed. 'You're a terrific young girl. How. The devil can you go for a man my age?”
'I never argue with my glands, honey,' she giggled. 'My real father was a lazy shitass. Maybe you're taking his place, huh?”
His eyes flamed, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her in snugly. The tremors that ran up her body from her cunt to her titties to her head were unbelievably good. She remembered her dream about him and her delicious cunt quivers around Sally's dildo. There was something very comforting and reassuring about Alvin, his hands were fine on her body, so far.
She raised her mouth for his kiss and glided her arms across his shoulders. IDs jacket was gone, she could feel her tits boring at his shirted chest; she arched her cuntmound inward, pushing it at his basket. She would not have to pretend to like prick today! As much fun as she had had with Anna Land and Sally and the dildo, she was having her very first wild craving for good, hard prick. Her mother enjoyed her sex both ways, she could learn it, too.
Alvin had not felt his cock so big and hard for years. A certain lithe eagerness about this young part-colored girl was revitalizing his nuts! Shit oh dear, his cock was as hard as a fucking rock. His favorite girlie pictures were very leggy slender models with small, hard tits and a sensual mouth. She had those and a lot more; her cute ass was out of sight!
One time in Las Vegas he had fucked a call girl who had looked a little like Ronnie, but it had been a whore piece, paid-for pussy. That took some of the spark out of it. He was not quite as dumb about broads and cunt as Mia and others suspected; he had a suspicion Ronnie might even be setting him up, but it would be highly interesting to find out. They were in his office, there were no hidden microphones, no gimmicks. He had locked all the doors himself. Even if she screamed no one could hear it. They were about as secluded as a couple could be.
Very beautiful sexy girls were tricky. Mia had fooled him for a long time. Her stylized actions and words had seemed real enough.
'Mmmmmm!' Ronnie whispered into his mouth. She snugged her crotch at his cocklump again. 'You've got it for me, honey.”
He shuddered, taking her uptilted mouth, feeling it shiver and spread the way her long legs were spreading. His hands dropped to her miniskirted ass, he cupped the firm, rounded flesh-mounds, his knob swelled delectably. Her tongue flirted, the way it had earlier, and he stabbed his probe deep in her mouth. Her lips fluttered, and her tremors of excitement, the hot cling of her lips, her whole body aroused his need. No girl could act that goddamned hungry. She really wanted his prick.
He was certainly no male whore that every broad looked at, like that easy-going Cleve Langton, but he was successful in his line of work, he made damned good money-he deserved good hot fucking. One of these days he
