Chapter 4
Richard got back to the office at five and closed out the two policies he had sold that day. He was disappointed to find that Margo wasn't there. The boss informed him that Margo usually left at four o'clock.
The boss was pleased with his two policies. Five in one week was a good ratio for any man and Richard had done as much in just two days. The boss had great hopes for Richard's future in the insurance business.
"Lots of money, my boy," the boss said, pounding Richard on the back. "And occasional nookie, too. What man could ask for a better job than this?"
Richard was again smugly pleased with himself as he started home that evening. He was indeed making lots of money and getting lots of nookie. He had figured up his commissions in the office and he had already made two hundred dollars that week.
That was good money for an agent in the field for a few years. It was exceptionally good money for an agent with just two days in the business. If only his ex-wife could see him now, Richard thought as he left the office. Judy had always accused him of being a failure. The truth was he had never really found a job he was suited for . . . until now.
Richard decided he would celebrate his good fortune. He picked out the nicest-looking restaurant on the strip and decided he was going to eat the best steak they offered. Plus he was going to get rip-roaring drunk and fuck every girl in town who would allow it.
He wondered why he had not gotten a divorce and a new job ten years sooner. Marriage and hard construction work never offered good times.
But he knew the answer to why he had not gotten a divorce. Judy. Judy with the sexy legs and the full tits. Judy with the face like a movie star. He still loved her, or his prick did.
He tried to take his mind off Judy as he walked into the restaurant he had chosen. The place was dark and had a sexy atmosphere.
A good-looking hostess came up to him. She was wearing a floor-length evening gown that left no doubt that her panties were black and she had no room for a bra.
He ogled her lustfully for a moment and she didn't complain at his wandering eyes.
"Are you alone, sir?" she asked finally.
"Yes," he answered.
"Have you ever been here before?" she asked in her same soft and silky voice.
"No," he said. "But if all the girls look like you, then I'm going to come back often."
She smiled sweetly at his compliment. "Well, if you're alone," she said, "I'm sure that you'd like our special room with the floor show. It's an interesting show."
"I bet it couldn't be as interesting as what's out here," he said.
She smiled again. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that. Most of the men seem to enjoy it."
"It's a floor show just for men?" he asked. This was beginning to sound very interesting.
"For men who come alone," she said. "If you'll just follow me."
He followed her pert little ass and wondered what kind of room she was talking about. He soon found out. She led him into a room that had a little better light.
There were only a few men inside drinking. A big stage was in the center of the room. Waitresses in short skirts and bare tits were taking orders.
His hostess led him to a corner table and gave him a menu.
"Your waitress will be with you in a moment," she said.
"I'd rather have you."
She gave him another of her sweet smiles. "I'm sorry but this is our busy time. But don't worry. You won't be sorry you came in here."
"I'm sure of that," he said.
He turned his attention to the menu. He picked out the most expensive item. His waitress was not long in coming. She was a dreamy-looking blonde with large, full tits and big nipples. He almost forgot about his food. He was thinking too hard about what those big nipples would taste like in his mouth.
He also noted that her thighs were strong-looking but still very sexy.
He would have liked to sink his prick into her luscious cunt. He was sure that she'd enjoy it. She had that look in her eyes.
"Would you like to order now, sir?" she asked.
"I'd like you," he whispered. "And a bottle of your best bourbon."
"I can get the bourbon," she said. "But I'm afraid that I'm unavailable. My husband wouldn't like it."
"He doesn't have to know," Richard observed.
"I still don't think he'd like it."
Richard looked again at her strong thighs and full tits and he sighed.
"It's a pity," he said, "but if you aren't available, then I guess I'll have to have a steak instead. The best in the house and make it rare."
He was feeling good and he gave her a ten-dollar tip as she left the table. She smiled at him. He thought that, if he put his mind to it, he might not have any trouble getting the blonde. At least it would be fun trying.
He noticed a man walking onto the stage and he turned his attention to the floor show.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "We now present, for the first time in our special blue room, the beautiful Jesse."
He was surprised at the girl who walked out on the stage. She looked as if she wasn't much more than fifteen. She wore an outfit that looked as if it belonged in a girls' school.
Her hair was done in pigtails and she wore huge owl-rimmed glasses. There was nothing attractive about her unless one liked little-girl figures.
She carried a doll and she put it down on a chair as she came in. She gave the impression of innocence and purity, and being entirely unsuited for a place like this.
The waitress brought him his first drink. He took a sip of it.
"Tell me," he asked the waitress. "I thought your floor show was supposed to be something special. I get more of a thrill going to the park."
"Just wait," the waitress laughed. "You'll see how special it is."
Slow music started as his waitress walked away. Richard sipped again at his drink. The little girl on the stage looked entirely unaware of where she was. She looked as if she were in a daze.
Richard sipped again at his drink.
This is a floor show, he thought, then it's a goddamned good thing that I came here to get drunk and maybe find a girl to fuck. There's nothing interesting about a fifteen-year-old child.
The men in the room were complaining. There were some loud catcalls and some of them had gone back to eating and drinking and telling jokes.
Nobody was interested in what the little girl was doing on the stage. Probably most of them had daughters that were fifteen. They had not come out for a night on the town to watch a little girl walk around on a stage.
And then something happened.
The beat of the music seemed to get faster. Swirling lights came from somewhere and illuminated the stage.
Richard looked back at the girl and almost choked. She had undone her hair and it was hanging long and brown to her waist.
Her face looked pale and frightened and she was starting to undress. She swayed to the music and she was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. When she finished unbuttoning, she allowed the blouse to fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor. There was a gasp in the room.
Her full, creamy tits were naked and there was nothing little-girlish about them. Her brown nipples were huge and she began to run her fingers across them, teasing them until they were hard.
"My God," Richard breathed.
He felt his prick getting hard as the girl danced. She had soon stripped the rest of her clothes off, revealing a body that was full and womanly. Only her face retained the look of childlike innocence.
Finally it was done. The girl smiled and picked up her doll and walked off the stage. There was a soft sigh from the men in the room.
Richard's waitress brought him his steak. Richard was suddenly not as hungry as he had been. His prick was hard and he was so horny he thought he was going to pop right out of his trousers.
"How'd you like Jesse?" his waitress asked.
"I've never seen anyone like her," Richard breathed. "That was quite a performance."
"Would you like to meet her?" his waitress asked.
"Would I?" Richard questioned. "I'd love to meet her. Does she allow visitors?"
"Sometimes," she said. "But only the good-looking ones."
Richard wasn't sure he qualified in that respect, but gone were all thoughts of his steak as he followed the girl from the room. She led him through a long hallway to a dressing room. His waitress knocked at the door.
"Come in."
The voice had a lot of the child in its tone. His waitress smiled and told Richard to go on in. She left him to walk back up the hall. Richard stepped in.
The little girl-woman was sitting at her dressing table. She wore a pale-blue robe that hid her flesh but Richard could still remember those huge tits on the stage.
"Did you like my act?" the girl asked, without turning around.
"I loved it," Richard admitted.
"And were you turned on by it?"
"More than anything."
She turned around. Her face was pale under her dressing-room light.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked. "More than anything."
She reached for him. Her tiny hand searched for and found his zipper and pulled it down. She reached inside his trousers and found his half-hard cock.
"Oh, my," she said. "You were turned on."
She fell to her knees before him and took his cock into her innocent-looking mouth. Her lips were anything but innocent. They knew how to turn a man on.
Slowly she drew her lips over his trembling cock and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue began to tease at his dick while she sucked, while her tiny hand squeezed his balls gently.
"Goddamn," he moaned. "Goddamn."
His cock grew hard and stiff almost immediately and she drew her mouth away. "I want you to fuck me. I want your hard cock inside me."
She stood up and let the robe slide slowly off her shoulders and again Richard gasped at the sight of her full and womanly body. There was nothing girlish about her heavy tits and the curve of her ass but her face was just so innocent.
She stretched out on the floor, which was covered by a thick carpet, and she spread her legs wide.
"Please," she said. "I need a man. I get so turned on out there. I need a man's hot cock in my cunt."
Richard quickly dropped his trousers. His cock was already rock-hard and ready. He wanted to give her everything she wanted so badly.
With no argument from her he dropped between her legs and plunged his hard cock into her ready cunt. She began to immediately move again and cry out with pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me good!"
He began to drive out and in as hard as he could. She loved it. She met every hard plunge of his cock by lifting her ass up off the floor.
He felt the tingle in his balls and he knew he was ready to come. He began to fuck her harder, wanting her to go with him every bit of the way.
"Ohhhhh, shitttttt!" she moaned. "I'm coming! I'M COMING! Squirt me! I can feel your juice inside my cunt! SQUIRT ME GODDDDD-DDDDH"
They collapsed together on the floor, panting heavily. After a few moments she pushed him away and gathered up her robe.
"You were very good," she said. "Thank you."
Richard knew he had been dismissed. He buckled up his trousers and walked out into the hall. His waitress met him.
"Was everything satisfactory, sir?" she asked, with the faint hint of a smile across her face.
"Everything was perfect," he said.
His waitress was curious. He realized it when he went back to his table to eat his steak. She hovered around him as if she wanted to ask him something but was afraid. He had a feeling that he knew what she wanted to ask.
Finally she came out and said it. "What happened when I took you back there?" she asked.
"Don't you know?" he asked.
"Not really. I've asked a few of the men, but none of them ever want to talk about it. I thought you might want to talk. I know they all come with pleased smiles on their faces so I have a feeling that I know."
"Well," Richard said, finishing the last bite. "Tell me what time you get off work and maybe we can talk about it."
"I told you my husband wouldn't approve."
"He doesn't have to know," Richard said.
He saw the expression of distaste come across her face and he knew he'd lost her. Well, a man can't win them all. She left him and didn't return to his side. He paid his bill, left her a big tip because she did have nice tits, and walked out to his car.
He was opening the door when he heard a noise behind him. It was his waitress.
"Hi," she said. "I just got off. I thought you might offer me a ride home. It's so crowded on the bus this time of the evening."
"Of course," Richard said. "And we can talk about what goes on behind closed doors."
The waitress blushed. He opened the door for her and she got in. She was now dressed in a fluffy sweater and a knee-length skirt.
"I must admit I liked your other outfit better," Richard observed.
She blushed again. "Before I was married, I used to wear a little shorter skirts. I always thought I had pretty legs but my husband doesn't like for me to wear short skirts any more."
Richard put his hand on her knee and he felt her tense up.
"You've got pretty knees," Richard said, slowly massaging her leg. "Very pretty knees. I wouldn't cover up a body like yours. I'd want the entire world to know that I was lucky enough to be married to you."
She didn't say anything and Richard started the car. He drove slowly. He didn't want to hurry the waitress. He knew that if he was lucky enough to get his cock into her, that she would be a class piece of ass.
But he would have to take her slowly. She was not the type to be rushed.
"I don't believe I got your name," Richard said. "I'm Richard Daws."
"I'm Bobbie Andrews. They don't like us to give our right names in the club because men might follow us home or something."
"I'd follow you anywhere," he teased.
Richard turned off the highway and drove up an old road. He knew where he was going. For many years he had dated Judy and often they'd come up and park on old roads. Judy was a parking freak.
"Where are we going?" Bobbie asked.
"I thought we'd talk awhile before I took you home," Richard said. "You know. You were asking questions about what went on behind the door."
"I really think I already know," Bobbie said. "She's a funny person. She does that strip-tease and then she invites men back to her room. She could easily get the men herself, but she picks one out and sends a waitress for him. We've all been kind of curious."
"I bet," Richard said. He stopped the car underneath some shade trees and turned the ignition off.
"We really shouldn't be stopping," Bobbie said. "My husband expects me back anytime and he gets angry."
Richard bent his head and kissed Bobbie on her sweet lips. Her lips were afraid but hungering. Her body was stiff with protest but he knew that it wouldn't take much to bring the fires out.
"She's not very good," Richard said, drawing back. "She just lays down on the carpet and lets you stick it to her. She had a nice body, though."
"You mean," Bobbie gasped, "that you do it on the floor?"
"Where did you expect?"
"I mean, I thought she'd pick the couch or something. I didn't really expect..."
He kissed her again. This time he probed with his tongue and her tongue met his. He could feel her body relaxing, giving way to the hunger that was in her soul.
She pulled back. "Don't," she pleaded. "We shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband. Please don't make me."
"You're burning up," Richard said softly. "You need loving. A woman like you needs taking care of. Your husband hasn't been doing too good a job, has he?"
"No," she admitted.
"Then relax. He'll never know. I'll have you home before he knows it."
She started to protest again, but then his lips were sucking at her lips. His hands were gently squeezing her jugs and Bobbie couldn't control the fires that hungered in her.
It had been a long time for Bobbie. Her husband was a railroad worker. He was very seldom home and usually he was in a bad mood. He was always accusing her of going around with other men.
It wasn't true. She had never gone out with another man, until now, and she had often been tempted. Men offered her money and good times but she had always turned them down.
Tonight was different. Tonight was her birthday and her husband had not even given her a card. He was too concerned with himself to even remember her birthday.
Bobbie knew that he'd probably be stinking drunk when she got home. He might force her to go down on him, to suck his prick until he came, but he would care nothing for Bobbie's satisfaction. Bobbie didn't even think that he wanted her to be satisfied. That would make her too much like the whore he accused her of being.
She still knew it was wrong. She knew it was wrong to have this man's lips at her own, his hands gently squeezing her body, her skirt riding up above her thighs. She knew it was wrong but she was so hot she didn't care.
He drew back from her. Bobbie saw his eyes drop to where her skirt was high up on her thighs. She knew he could see the hint of her yellow panties.
"You're beautiful, Bobbie," he said softly. "Your legs are so beautiful in the moonlight. It makes me want to do this."
At first Bobbie didn't know what he intended. Her husband had never kissed her there. But Richard was dropping his head and his lips were kissing her inner thighs and his tongue was running up until it was at her pussy. She felt his strong hands under her ass and gently squeezing, and then his fingers creeping underneath her panties and tugging them down to her knees.
"I'm going to eat you, Bobbie," Richard Daws said softly. "I'm going to take you to heaven."
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, God yes! I've never felt anything like that. Please eat me!"
Richard bent his head. His tongue slipped past her pubic hairs and slipped into her warm pussy. Bobbie screamed out loud. She had never felt "anything like the tongue that was now doing wonderful things to the inside of her pussy.
Richard found her clit and Bobbie's ass started jumping. She was tingling all over and her clothes suddenly seemed like weights.
"Let me take off my clothes!" she pleaded with him, and he drew back so that she could undress.
Quickly she undid her blouse and unsnapped her bra and let her huge tits breathe again. She unsnapped the buttons of her dress and he helped her slip it off and drop it beside the yellow bra and panties on the floor.
"Let me look at you," Richard said.
He drew back and she posed for him. His eyes were like burning coals as they ran over her entire body. Even her husband had never seen her so naked.
"You're beautiful," he said. "God, you're so beautiful. Beautiful enough to eat and fuck all night long."
"We don't have all night," she said. "But you can do anything you like to me. I'm yours for a while."
Again Richard lowered his head. This time his tongue touched her nipples and sent shooting fires throughout her entire body.
"Oh, God, Richard," she moaned. "That feels so good. You don't know what you're doing to me."
"I've got to fuck you," he said. "I have to stick my cock in your cunt."
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Quickly!"
He took off his clothes so that his cock sprang forth hard and ready. She looked at his magnificent cock and her fingers closed over it. It felt so good in her hands. She imagined what it was going to feel like in her cunt.
"Fuck me, Richard," she said. "Fuck me quickly. Fuck me better than I've ever been fucked."
Richard was quick to oblige her. He pushed her farther down in the seat and he fell across her. He pushed his cock between her thighs to her cunt-mouth.
Bobbie moaned as his cock went in. He was filling her up, filling every inch of her hot cunt, pushing against her cunt-walls and exciting them as they had never been before.
He began to fuck her slowly but she was having none of that. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his back and urged him to a quicker speed.
Gone was any thought of her husband on her birthday. She was concentrating on the long rod that stabbed her, that threatened to drive her ass into the seat.
"Oh, fuck!" she said. "Oh, Jesus Christ! It feels so good! So fucking good!"
The pace began to grow faster. Richard could feel the tingles in his spine and the hot throbbing of his balls and he knew it was going to be a good come. A fucking good come.
"JESUS!" she cried. "Give it to me! Give me all your cum! Oh, God, I can feel you squirting me! Oh, fucking SHITTTTTT!"
As Richard poured his cum into her, she fell against him screaming that it had never been so good. Never.
Richard couldn't believe all the great things that were happening to him. It was strange. He had fucked a little girl with a body like a woman, or a woman with a face like a little girl. And the waitress. My God! She would go down in his books as one of the hottest pieces of ass that he had ever had. And that included his ex-wife Judy.
Only he was still horny. He couldn't explain it, but it seemed like the more he fucked the more pussy he wanted.
His landlady wasn't there when he knocked on the door. A message on the handle said that she had gone out for the evening and did not know when she would be back.
Richard was hot. He needed some more pussy. His prick had already gotten hard from thinking about Louise. Now he was out of luck.
He went up to his room in a bad mood. He heard the noises almost before he reached the top of the stairs. He walked a little softer. He didn't want to alarm anyone.
The noises were coming from the model's room. The door was wide open so he peered in. What he saw made his prick throb with want.
The model was on her knees, lustfully sucking off the old man who lived in the next room. The old man's prick was hard and he looked like he was in heaven.
"Oh, God, Patsy!" he moaned. "Suck me good! Suck my prick good!"
Brushing her long hair back from her eyes, Patsy continued to suck on the old man's prick. She seemed to be enjoying herself. There was a half-smile on her face as she sucked.
"Shit, Patsy!" the old man groaned. "I'm coming! Ahhhhh!"
The old man groaned and jerked and Richard knew he was pouring his sweet fuck-juice down the model's throat. She sucked and swallowed every bit of his jizz and lustily sucked for more.
Richard stepped back from the door as both of them became once more aware of their surroundings.
"Okay," Patsy said finally. "That ought to hold you for a while."
"It sure will," the old man said. "And thanks, Patsy. You're a great girl."
"Sure."
Patsy escorted the old man to the door. Richard hid in the shadows as the old man walked past him to his own room. Richard waited until the old man's door closed before he stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh!" Patsy said, startled. "Have you been there all along?"
"Long enough," he said. "Then you saw?"
"I saw you on your knees sucking the old man off. It looked nice as hell."
"You mean you'd like to get sucked off, too."
"I sure wouldn't mind it."
"Well, come in. This time we'll shut the door. We don't want any other strangers poking their noses in."
As he stepped in, Richard admired Patsy's body. She was not completely naked. She wore a dark pair of panties and a dark bra. Her white flesh was unblemished. Her tits were full and ripe. Her ass, bobbing underneath the panties, was almost perfect.
She turned and he gathered her up in his arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded by opening her mouth and letting her tongue out. She knew how to use her tongue. It teasingly pushed against his lips, teeth, and into his throat.
His hands came up to fondle her tits. She pushed them into his hands and began to breathe a little heavier.
"God," she said, drawing back. "I think you need something more than a blow-job."
"You," he agreed. "I need you."
He reached behind her back and unbuttoned her bra. It fell away and her heavy tits pushed into his chest. She felt so firm, so alive, so good.
"I need you bad," he moaned. "Really had."
She reached between his legs and found his hard cock. She unzipped him and pulled his cock out of his trousers. Her soft hands encircled his cock-head and began to slowly jerk him off.
"Jesus," he moaned. "You know how to use your hands. Jesus, that feels good."
She pulled him by his throbbing cock to the bed. She pushed him across it and she fell down on top of him. She began to undress him. She kissed each part of his body that was revealed by his discarded clothing.
When she had him naked, she fell between his legs and gobbled up his prick. Her long hair fell around her tits as she sucked his cock.
He put his hands around her hips and pulled her up his body.
"I need your pussy," he said.
He helped to pull off her dark panties. He started to roll her over but she stopped him.
"No," she said. "I want to be on top."
He was more than willing as she straddled his body. His prick was big and red as she pressed her pussy against it.
"Ahhhh, Jesus, baby!" he said. "Get it in there. Eat my cock up with your pussy!"
She laughed as she sat down on his cock. It went up inside her deep and she slowly began to rock up and down on his cock.
"Mother-fuck," he said softly. "God, that feels good. Better than anything."
"You like my pussy?" she asked in a teasing voice.
He was jerking his ass as he tried to drive deeper into her pussy.
"You know I do," he said. "It feels so fucking tight that it's like it's eating me up."
She began to bounce harder and his prick became engorged with lust.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, fuck! I can feel it coming! Oh, it's coming, baby! Oh, fuckkkkkk! FUCKKKKK!!"
She fell against him as he squirted his warm fuck-juices into her hot cunt.