Chapter 10
The next day, Jeff went out on assignment. He went to the bar where Laura threw her naked tits and ass about, and there was Dave sitting there sipping a beer slowly.
"Hi, buddy," Dave greeted him.
"Hi, Dave," he said, sitting down. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"I wouldn't have to meet you here if you had a phone at your place," he complained. "When are you going to get that phone installed?"
"Soon," he smiled, "Soon!"
"I hope so, and I hope that chick you're shacking up with will understand."
"She will," he nodded, as the girl came over to ask him what he wanted. "A mug," he smiled at her.
"Yes, sir," she greeted him sexily. Laura was dancing, and she smiled, and waved at him. He waved back.
"Here's a slip of paper," he said, handing Jeff a name, address and phone number. "This dame needs a good sucking, no doubt, and you're just the tongue-man for the job. Most of these dames are frustrated chicks whose husbands make them eat their dicks, lick their-"
"Watch it," Jeff said, under his breath, calling his attention to the waitress returning with the mug of beer.
"Right-on," Dave smiled understandingly. "You know I wonder why these idiots play this damned music so loud. It's awful! You can't hear anything!"
"That's a good question," Jeff griped, enjoying his beer, as he observed the raucous music was almost making the room vibrate like a five point earthquake.
"Anyway, this dame will give you some good money. Now, half of it is our fee."
"Half?"
"Yep, half," Dave said flatly, "We're the ones who line up these dizzy dames for you. And, we got our price up that high, because we recruit our men, and we guarantee satisfaction-or else!"
"Or what else?"
"Or else dissatisfaction," he chuckled. "Anyway, it's fair as hell, Jeff and Laura and I don't want no complaints. We took over the business from a cat who charged us plenty for his list of names."
"You mean you had to pay just to get the names of these rich dames who are loaded?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "Nothing for nothing is the first law you learn when you come to New York."
"I'm beginning to find that out," Jeff said.
"Where, you from anyway?"
"I don't like to talk about it," Jeff said quietly, and having finished his beer he ordered another.
Quietly, Dave asked intently, "You're not on the lam, are you?"
"No, I'm clean," Jeff assured him, "It's a personal thing. Nothing you have to worry about."
"Good," Dave said relieved, "We don't take chances because these wealthy women don't want to get robbed or worse, if you know what I mean!"
"I do," Jeff told him.
And after a few more minutes of chit-chat, Dave said, "Now, you'd better run along and take care of this dame. She's expecting you-so I'd split if I were you!"
"Alright," he said, and picking up the piece of paper with her name and address, he headed for her apartment. A taxi took him to the swanky apartment overlooking Central Park. He was shot up to the fortieth floor in a silent, swift elevator, and stepped out onto plush, thick carpeting. Going down the hallway, he came to her number. He pressed the buzzer. A voice asked softly, "Who is it?"
"Jeff-Dave sent me."
"Alright, Jeff-I'll be right with you."
Jeff waited quite a while and wondered if the dame would ever make it to the door. When the door opened, he understood why. Apparently, she had been pouring on pounds of make-up in an effort to give the appearance of being younger than she was-much younger, in fact.
And then, he noticed her bright, flower-print dress brushing the floor. She had put on a lot of cloth to create some other illusion, the precise purpose not self-evident. Maybe, she thought the long dress was youthful. But, her body wasn't bad. However, her face showed the lines of too much booze, maybe drugs too, he couldn't be sure.
"Come right in, Jeff," she said, "I-I'm sorry it took me so long to answer, but I was dressing."
"Oh, that's alright," Jeff said awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to conduct himself.
He followed behind her, and then he looked ahead and got a view of the sparkling city stretching across the horizon. The beautiful glow of the city lights impressed him no end.
"This is gorgeous," he smiled, "Wow!"
"It's home," she said, trying to play down the obvious pretentiousness with which she'd furnished the place. "Won't you sit down, dear and make yourself comfortable?"
"Thank you," Jeff smiled good-naturedly, sitting down in a window chair that afforded a fantastic view of Central Park below, and all the towering apartments that surrounded the city. After he was seated, and enjoying the view, she asked, "Now, would you like a drink, darling?"
It gave him a funny feeling to have this rich, older woman calling him darling. The male hustler image had always been one he'd rejected, and now he was living it.
"Bourbon and seven, baby," he smiled enthusiastically. "Jack Daniels if you have it."
"Of course I have it," she smiled, and then, she poured him a drink of bourbon, giving him two jiggers-large jiggers. She fixed some champagne for herself, and came over to hand him his drink. Unsteadily, she reached out.
"Thanks," Jeff said, accepting it nervously.
"My name is Helen," she said quietly, "and you are Jeff."
Sipping his bourbon slowly, he nodded nervously, "Yeah, I'm Jeff. Glad to meet you Helen."
. "The pleasure is all mine," she smiled. "My, but you are a handsome man. It isn't every day a woman gets a chance to make it with a good-looking man like you!"
"Well, thanks," he smiled. "Should I take my clothes off now so you can see what you're getting?"
. "I'd like that," she said softly, "Why don't you strip and let me see just what you look like in the nude!"
"I was only kidding," Jeff laughed, taking-another sip of his drink.
"I wasn't."
"Alright, Helen, it's your dime."
Jeff got up, proudly stretching to his full six feet. Then, when he'd expanded his chest, and given his ego a good boost, he proceeded to strip. But, he did a slow-strip, not wanting to cheat her out of the suspense.
He took off his suit-coat, tossing it on a chair. And then, he sat down, and untied his shoes. As he kicked them off, and stretched his toes, he laughed, "Silly-wearing these uncomfortable old shoes all over, isn't it?"
"Yes, it really is," she smiled. "Continue!"
"Don't worry, honey-I'll show you everything."
And then rising, he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. When he had it off, he tossed it aside carelessly. Next, he unzipped his pants, and slid out of them.
It didn't take long for him to let his hard-on tease her through his purposely tight fitting nylon shorts.
"Why stop here?" Helen smiled.
"Because I thought maybe you liked to peel the shorts off yourself, Helen."
"How thoughtful," she said pleasantly. "I would enjoy that very much!"
And so, she got to her feet and moved in closer. As she came closer, he got a better look at the lines on her face. It would be work. An older woman like this could never turn him on. But then-that was why she was paying for it. If she looked like Gina Lollobrigida or Bridget Bardot she wouldn't be offering money to men.
Helen reached out, and pulled the shorts down slowly, and she had to reach in to fish the huge male member out to get the shorts down at all.
And as his penis flipped before her face, she demanded, "Oh, wow! What a long one! Let me measure this!"
Stepping over to a white French Provincial desk, she picked up a clear plastic ruler, and brought it over to measure. From the top, she calculated, "Eight and a half!"
Then, laughing, as if it was a toy, she said, "Of course, we're cheating you know. If we measured your manhood from down below you could be nine inches-you know that, of course, don't you?"
"No, I didn't," Jeff laughed nervously, "I haven't measured much lately."
"Oh, forgive me," Helen said quietly, "That is just my eccentricity-I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about," Jeff assured her, "Now, I'm yours to play with. Any sex games you've got in mind-I'm at your disposal."
"Oh, Jeff," she enthused, "You and I are going to get along just fine. Its so hard to find a handsome stud like you who is uninhibited."
"I am that, luv-I'm that. Maybe I should have one more bourbon so I'll be more uninhibited."
"Sure," she said, sweeping over to the bar. She fixed him a triple-jigger bourbon this time, and went easy on the seven with a lone ice cube.
"This should do it," she said. Jeff turned his head back, and drank the liquor quickly. And then, smiling at her, he said, "Honey-let me undress you."
"You really want to, Jeff?" she asked shyly, like a young girl with her first fuck.
"Sure, I'd love to," he said, walking naked over to her. He unbuttoned her colorful silk blouse, and then helped her out of her long skirt. It didn't take him long to get the bra off, and he slid her panties down quickly. She was well-stacked. Of course the breasts sagged some, and she had a little bit of a tummy, but all in all, she looked like a good piece of ass and, in her day, a choice piece at that.
"I'd like to part my legs, and watch you lick my ass out for a start," Jeff smiled sexily at her.
"That sounds like fun," Helen laughed, "first let me shut New York City out."
She, pulled the drapes across the picture windows of her apartment which offered such a fabulous view. And then, she went over to the French Provincial white phone on the desk, and pulled it out. Next, she checked the double locks on the doors.
"I always like to have everything just right. I don't want one of my ex-husbands to come barging in," she explained.
"Do you have many ex-husbands?"
"Five, unfortunately," she said, "I guess I'm not a good marriage bet."
"But you did pretty well, anyway. You wound up in this spectacular view apartment."
"I earned it, baby. I earned it with my mouth on all those men!"
"Then you want to do me!"
Sticking her tongue out, she nodded, "Yes, honey! I do. I love husky, virile young studs! I'm sorry!"
"I'm not," Jeff assured her, parting his legs in the most manly manner possible. "Now, just get underneath, reach up and grab my ass, honey, and stick your tongue up there, and lick ass."
"Oh, Jeff-I'd love that," she agreed eagerly, "All my husbands loved to have their asses eaten too."
Jeff put his hands on his waist, and watched in the floor to ceiling mirror that fronted the fireplace. And she gladly got beneath him, reaching up to hold his buttocks, and pry it apart, so she could manage her tongue up there.
Jeff discovered this was a sensational angle, and he really enjoyed watching. Her hot tongue lashed up there, and then she suddenly thrust it forward.
"Suck my ass out," he demanded. And suck, Helen did! With feeling her hot tongue licked first all around his hot, eager, young ass-hole. And just to smell the lusty smell of a virile man's loins intoxicated her imagination once more. She remembered all too well the protests she put up when her husbands wanted her to do this at first. Then, gradually, as she accommodated them, she grew to like the act.
Now, she turned on totally, when she could tongue a young man all over. But, there was something about being beneath his parted husky legs that always excited her.
Clinging to his legs like sturdy pillars, she allowed her tongue access to his ass-hole. Slipping it in and out, she lashed suddenly up there. He lowered, just a trifle so she could stab it all the way up.
Suddenly, stiffening her tongue, Helen had her hot tongue jabbing up there.
"Oh, Wow," Jeff exclaimed, reaching for his staff. Now, he was pulling on his meat, watching himself do it in the mirror, as she sucked at his ass-hole.
The parted legs, the tongue at his ass-hole, the hand gripping the huge, throbbing male member, combined to make a powerful erotic reflection in the mirror, a reflection that turned him on all the way.
And Helen was really excited. She'd wanted to get a young, virile man just like Jeff for a long time. A man who hadn't been hustling the New York wealthy widow circuit until he'd become blas‚ and a bore.
Jeff was neither blas‚ or a bore. He was a hot, eager, lusty sexual animal intent on getting his rocks off speedily.
"Keep that hand grabbing," she told him, as she pulled her hot tongue out of his tight anus for a second. "I like it when you're sticky, sweaty, and about to get your rocks off. It turns me on when a man yanks his meat like that!"
"Well, honey, watching in the mirror the way your hot tongue stabs my ass-hole turns me on!"
And then, the action went on. The hot tongue continuing its wild-stabbing action up Jeff's tight anus. And his hand, grasping his mainstem as he pulled fiercely.
"Ohhh, ahhh-suck my ass," he demanded roughly, and the erotic thrills zipped up and down her spine as her manly man asked to have his ass-sucked with all the virile force a man asks a woman to eat him out there.
"Yes, baby, yes-ohhh, wow-keep licking-stab it, stab it with your hot tongue honey. Way up there! That's how! Oh, baby-do it-do it!"
The tongue drove up there, and the excitement seemed as if it would never end.
But, as Jeff pulled on his prick, he wanted to make sure she got a mouthful of his load. He didn't want to shoot in the air, and let it land on her blue carpet instead of her pink, hot mouth.
"Helen, honey-you'd better slide your tongue out of my ass-hole, and get your mouth over my dick because I'm going to juice off in a minute!"
That got her going. She quickly slipped her tongue out of Jeff's behind, and grabbed the penis. She wasted no time in getting her mouth over his prick, and began sucking.
As Jeff thrust his penis into her mouth, she sucked smoothly. The great balls touched her lips, as it glided down her throat.
"That's it," she told him, "Do it! Fuck it!"
The action went on, and the excitement continued. "Keep it up-keep it up," he begged, knowing he was almost there. "You're doing a great job on it! Yes, lover, yes! Suck-suck my prick. Suck it, hear? Suck that juicy dong!"
His hot sperm exploded in her mouth and she sucked on it vigorously.
"Oh, yes, yes-ahhhh, ohhhh, more, baby, more," he moaned in delight. "Suck that juicy prick! Suck it offf"
Helen got a mouthful. She was delighted that her vigorous young stud had performed so well.
"You're too much," she smiled, as she slipped off him. "I really enjoyed that!"
"I'm glad you did, sweetheart! And as you can see I'm ready for a lot more action-"
"Not before I have another drink," she insisted, as she stepped over to the bar and poured herself a vodka and orange juice, mixing a bourbon and seven and handing it to Jeff. They both sat down, and drank.
"How did you ever get into this business?" she demanded.
"It's a long and tragic story, and I'd rather not tell you," he chuckled.
"Do you like your work."
"Yes," Jeff smiled, "I like sex-a-lot"
"You'd have to-to screw all the women you must in this line of work."
"There is always something unusual about it," he smiled. Then, she came over and sat beside him, reaching around to feel his penis.
"My, my, but you've got a big prick. I don't know why I'm so fascinated with young men's dicks," she admitted, "Maybe it's because the penis is like a fountain-of-youth to me and I imagine I'll recapture my youth if I drink enough sperm'"
As Jeff enjoyed her hand playing with him there, he asked her quite frankly, "How much is enough?"
"That's my problem," she explained, "I can never decide how much enough is!"
"Want to start again. My motor's running!"
As she looked at the huge, throbbing penis before her, she admitted breathlessly, "I know it is!"
Together, they went to her bedroom, and then Helen said, "Would you get uptight if
I tried something real different with you tonight?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," he assured her, "Anything you want to do is alright with me!"
"Laura and Dave have done a superb job of training you," she said softly. And then, moving over to Jeff, she reached up, and closed in, pressing her breasts closer to him.
"I'd love it if you'd," and then she hesitated, her eyes moistened, as she realized now she had to ask for it. "kiss me!"
"At your service, sweetheart," Jeff replied, wrapping his arms around her tightly, and pressing to her, as his lips found hers, and he began Frenching her.