Chapter 7
Arthur Newcomb chuckled softly at the picture on the television screen. He was alone in his plush wood-panelled office. The small television screen constructed into a desk drawer was part of a closed circuit system. Its existence was known only to him. There were actually four little screens, each one showing the interior of a stall. They Were special kinds of stalls. They were the stalls in the women's bathroom down the hall and at the moment, one of the stalls was occupied. Brenda Miles, the assistant comptroller of the company, sat oh the toilet in the stall furiously frigging her cunt.
Arthur Newcomb was a small rosy-cheeked man with small piggish eyes and a small dark moustache. He was fifty years old. He had a great deal of money and no wife. As he watched Brenda Miles strumming her pussy, he considered himself one of the happiest men in the world. He had bizarre tastes and he was rich enough to satisfy them. What more could a man want?
Brenda Miles was one of Newcomb's favorite performers. She was in her early forties, a well-groomed efficient businesswoman. She had a husband and three children and a comfortable house in the suburbs. No one would ever suspect the remarkable show she put on nearly every day for Arthur Newcomb.
Brenda was a taster. She liked to taste herself. Newcomb was a man who thoroughly enjoyed the taste of cunt juice, but he'd never known a woman who went for it with the zest of Brenda Miles. She always masturbated like a machine-first rubbing her clit, then pumping her cunthole with her fingers, and finally sucking her juice-coated fingers. The same routine was repeated over and over again, and since her clit massage was continually interrupted by her finger-sucking, it always took Brenda ages and ages to have an orgasm.
Newcomb decided he must be the world's expert on female masturbation. He'd seen everything. There were times when all four stalls were simultaneously occupied by women frigging together like some crazy quartet. Most of them sat down while they did it, but some of them liked to do it standing. There were even a few who carried dildoes in their purses. Watching an enthusiastic woman fuck herself with a dildo was great entertainment.
Unzipping his fly, Newcomb fished inside and brought out his half-hard cock. He slowly pumped his prick and watched Brenda Miles slurping up her cunt juice. She had a full-lipped syrupy cunt. From the look of her fingers, she was thoroughly juiced up, and Newcomb imagined her drenched pussy was dripping cunt juice into the toilet bowl as though it were piss.
She reminds me of that Goodwin woman, he thought. The image of Elizabeth Goodwin's robust figure caused Newcomb to pump his cock harder. He had a very special date with Elizabeth that very afternoon. Thinking about it now made him shiver with anticipation. A moment later an animal-like grunt came out of his throat and his swollen cockhead erupted a geyser of white hot jism all over his hand.
Elizabeth Goodwin reminded Newcomb of a battleship. Maybe that was why he found her so attractive. She was a big woman with big tits and a big ass. Newcomb was certain her tits were big enough to close over his head and smother him to death. Thinking about that made him tremble. When a woman made Arthur Newcomb tremble, his cock immediately rose up ready for action. It made no difference that Elizabeth was a crusty old bitch who liked people to grovel at her feet. That was what Newcomb wanted. He wanted to grovel at the feet of a strong-minded woman and Elizabeth Goodwin was definitely strong-minded enough. The first time he met her, he offered her a thousand dollars for the privilege of sucking her pussy.
She refused, of course, at least the money part of it. She had money of her own and she told him she didn't need his filthy thousand dollars. But she'd let him suck her cunt if he'd let her give the orders. She told him that the minute she set eyes on him she knew he was a man who liked to be handled by a strong-minded woman. Would he suck and lick her pussy and anything else she wanted? Newcomb fell all over himself assuring her he would.
Now they were in his apartment and Elizabeth was turning to him after a quick survey of part of his collection of porcelain dogs.
"Interesting," she said, "but I'm not here to look at your little dogs, am I?"
"No," said Newcomb.
"You promised to lick my pussy. You weren't lying about that, were you?"
"Of course not."
"Good," she said imperiously. 'Til need to use the bathroom first, if you'll show me where it is."
Newcomb hesitated. He fidgeted, wrung his hands together, and finally blurted out. "Are you going to pee?"
A flush of irritation came to her cheeks. "That's really none of your business, but the answer is yes."
"Let me watch," Newcomb whimpered.
She stared at him as though he were mad. Then a glitter came into her eyes and she smiled. "Why not? You'll see it all anyway, won't you? My, my, Arthur, you have a dirty little mind, haven't you?"
Inside the bathroom she teased him about the hungry look in his eyes. Watching his face, she lifted her dress and slip, peeled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees, and sat down on the toilet. He had only a glimpse of the thick bush of hair below her belly.
"You're a nasty man!" she twittered.
She pulled her dress up to show him her plump belly and fat thighs. Then she opened her thighs to expose the top part of her cunt. Enough was visible for him to see that she had the hairy well-developed cunt of a mature woman, a cunt with a large pink clit and thick brownish red cuntlips.
' 'Put your hand between my legs and I'll pee on it," she said with a throaty chuckle.
Newcomb's heart pounded in his chest. The woman seemed to be able to read his mind!
Moving closer to her, he leaned forward and slipped his hand between her meaty thighs. The first feel of her cunt made him tremble with lust. Her cunt hair was surprisingly wiry and her cuntlips already slippery with her juice. A moment later a stream of warm piss gushed over his palm.
"There it is!" she purred. "All for you!"
He waited until she finished, and then he drew his hand away with his middle finger sliding between her cuntlips.
"That's enough of that," she said, pushing his hand away. "Take my shoes off, and then get rid of my pantyhose and panties. They just get in the way, don't they?"
When he had her shoes and underwear stripped off, she patted his cheek and rose up. She planted one foot on the toilet seat and calmly ordered him to clean her pussy with his tongue.
There was no chair in the bathroom and he had to get down on his knees in order to carry out her wish. Now he had a close-up view of her juicy cunt in all its glory. There was a lavish meatiness about it that overwhelmed him. The warm womanly smell of her pussy wafted into his nose and made him tremble with passion. He groaned with pleasure at the bold display of ripe cunt and curling hair. When he buried his face in her cunt bush, she shivered slightly but otherwise maintained her composure.
"Rub your nose in it," she ordered. "I love it when a man sniffs around in there! No one has done it to me in years."
He mewled and shivered and snorted against her succulent cunt. He sucked the hairy folds of meat into his slobbering mouth. He licked and wallowed in the abundance of slimy wet cunt-flesh.
She finally had to push him away with a protest that he used his teeth too much.
"Let's get on the bed," she said. "I'd like to get comfortable."
Back in the bedroom, she removed her dress and carefully draped it over a hanger in the closet. Newcomb marvelled at the way she seemed in charge of things. She still had on a full slip and a bra, but he could easily visualize her naked cunt under the slip. Now that she had her dress off, her plump ass and huge tits were emphasized. When he meekly asked her to uncover her tits, she ignored his request and told him instead to fetch the pillow off the easy chair so she could use it as a backrest.
"And bring a towel," she said. "I don't like a mess."
She finally settled down in a sitting position in the center of the wide bed. She had the pillow behind her back and her legs drawn up and opened wide to show her hairy crotch and gaping cunt.
"My first husband used to suck my pussy for hours at a time," she said coolly. "The man I'm married to now doesn't care for it very much. I take a long time, Arthur, so be prepared. I like lots of licking and sucking and a good deal of pressure on my clit. If your tongue gets tired, use your nose, but just keep rubbing. I also like some other things, but we'll come to those later. I intend to thoroughly enjoy myself, Arthur. Now get down here and show me if you're as good at this as I hope you are."
Crawling on the bed, he bent forward over her pussy and lowered his head.
"Eat it!" she hissed.
In a moment he had the smell of her cunt juice filling his nostrils. He kissed and licked, biting her musky flesh and lashing his tongue deep into her dripping pussy.
Her pussy had a heavy odor of fish and vinegar that was much stronger and more reciting than that of any woman he'd ever smelled. The taste and aroma of her cunt were delicious. He dipped his tongue inside her cuntlips to bring the wonderful flavor of her cunt into his mouth. He lapped the entire length of her meaty cunt with firm strokes. The salty flavor of her thick pussy juice was a delight.
"Uuummm!" she groaned as he brought the tip of his tongue into contact with her pink throbbing clit. She ran her fingers through his hair and around his ears. He could feel the muscles in her thighs ripple with excitement as he pulled her clit between his lips and began to gently nibble at it.
"That's good!" she cried with approval. "That's the way! Chew it! Yes! Yes! Lick it!"
The sounds of her arousal were music to his * ears. He scraped his teeth over her clit and whipped his tongue back and forth across her cunt-flesh until she was groaning like a mare in heat. After a long while he tried to pull his head up, but she snarled at him and pushed his head back down again.
"Stay down there!" she hissed. "Keep sucking!"
Newcomb shuddered and continued sucking. Her cunt became his world. Her thighs were pressing against his ears, her cunt juice covered his face, and the smell of her cunt filled his nose.
He'd known women who took a long time to come, but Elizabeth Goodwin took the longest. His jaws hurt and his tongue flapped around like a useless piece of meat. Finally, after almost an hour of sucking, she had two small orgasms in quick succession.
"Now do the other hole," she said.
"What?"
"My asshole, darling. Lick my asshole. Don't be bashful."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Haven't you ever done it before? It's what 1 need to have a really big one. You put your nose in my pussyhole and your tongue in my asshole and sort of do both holes at once."
Pulling back her knees, she raised her crotch up under his face. He gazed down at her wet cunt, at her cuntlips hanging loose and , at the quivering pink bean of her clit, at the glistening white juice collected at the mouth of her cunthole. Below, the gaping canyon of her cunt, her asshole puckered and winked. He was far from an expert in such matters, but he could tell this was hardly the asshole of a young girl. It wasn't just the hair growing around her asshole-young girls sometimes had that. The fact was that her asshole looked used.
She's been fucked in the ass a thousand times, he thought. Did it matter? He had an urge to do it. He had an urge to push his tongue in there and make her moan in ecstasy. Having his tongue inside her ass would represent her total domination over him. He hardly knew her, and yet here he was slobbering over her crotch like a trained dog!
"Do it," she ordered.
It was no longer possible to resist. With a grunt of unrestrained lust, he lowered his face to the job. He screwed his nose inside her wet cunthole. He lapped the raised ring of her asshole, tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and then slithered his tongue inside as far as he could reach.
A mewling sound of pleasure came out of her throat. She had her knees pulled all the way back and her feet resting on his shoulder blades. She slowly rocked her crotch back and forth as he tongue-fucked her asshole.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Get it in there! Ream me out! God, it feels good!"
He could sense her rapidly building up to a climax. As she neared the peak, she pushed a hand under his forehead to rub her clit. Then she began a series of loud cries as her body tossed in the final convulsion.
When he finally pulled his head away from her cunt, his face was numb. She looked at him and chuckled. He found it hard to believe he had just had his tongue in this woman's ass. She was not the sort of woman people would think attractive. A man with his money ought to be able to have young and pretty woman. Maybe he ought to get himself a wife. He hadn't thought about getting married, but maybe it was time.
"Get me another towel," Elizabeth said.
She wiped her crotch and then told him to bring out his cock. With an expert hand she jerked him off into the towel and giggled when his jism came spurting out of his cock.
Afterward, as they were dressing, she patted his cheek. "I think I'll take that thousand dollars after all," she said. "I'm sure I can find some way to spend it."