Chapter 4
It was Friday evening, and Joanne didn't have to work the next day. She decided to celebrate by going out and picking up the most attractive man she could find. She'd never just blatantly picked up a man before, but she figured it was high time she learned how to do it.
She dressed carefully, choosing a clinging evening gown that was cut very low in front, showing off her big ripe tits. The short snug skirt emphasized her pert little ass and nice long legs. She brushed her long black hair till it shined and let it hang loose to her waist. Studying the results in the mirror, she knew she'd have no trouble finding someone to take her to bed. The question was, could she find somebody who really turned her on?
She went into an expensive-looking cocktail lounge and practically had to swat the men off like flies. They bought her drinks, lingered beside her table, sent her notes. It was an embarrassment of riches, she decided, because a lot of these guys were very attractive and obviously had money. But there was one man who didn't approach her, and that intrigued her.
He was maybe fifty years old, average height, a thick head of silver hair, and he was wearing a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. He was clearly well-off, but he didn't look like anybody special. In fact he was kind of homely. Yet for some reason Joanne couldn't take her eyes off him. He didn't look her way, just sipped his drink and smoked a thin cigar. While she gawked at him, the waitress came up and spoke to her in a low voice.
"That man you're looking at is Leonard Ripley," the girl said, "and he's one of the wealthiest men in town. He'd like you to join him."
Her curiosity was overwhelming, and she agreed. Up close, Leonard Ripley looked just as average as before. "How do you do?" he said politely. "You may call me Len."
"I'm Joanne," she said, shaking hands.
"Fine, Joanne," he said, "let's have one more drink and then go to my place. I assume two hundred dollars will take care of it."
Joanne raised her eyebrows. "I'm not what you think," she said.
"But you'll go with me anyway?" he smiled.
"Well, yes."
"Then what's the difference?" he laughed. "You could use the money, couldn't you?"
Before Joanne could answer, he was signaling the waitress for another round of drinks. He might look homely and average, but he was definitely a take-over, in-charge guy. She wondered how he'd made his money. It must have involved being in charge of other people, because he was very good at it. She'd had her second drink almost before she knew what was happening, and she was feeling a little tipsy.
"Let's go," Len said, tossing out a five-dollar bill for a tip.
He led her out to a long black chauffeured limousine where the bored driver was reading a comic book. But the man quickly hid the magazine and snapped to attention. Len said something to him in a low voice that Joanne didn't catch. And then they were driven to a part of the city she wasn't familiar with, a new section crowded with expensive high-rise apartment buildings.
They got off at one of these buildings and rode the elevator to the penthouse. Joanne was so impressed with the place, she couldn't speak for a moment. It felt like she was sinking ankle-deep in the shag rug, and there was a fantastic view of the city. Len made them a couple of drinks and motioned her to the couch. Her eyes widened even more.
The couch was weird, that was the only word for it. It was round, with no arms and no back, like a great big overstuffed cookie. Joanne perched on one edge, and Len sat down right beside her, their thighs rubbing. Deliberately he pushed her skirt up to the top of her thighs and admired her shapely tan legs, almost as if he were studying a new piece of furniture or a nice painting.
"You're a very attractive young woman," he said, "and you say you're not a hooker?"
"That's right," Joanne said, gulping her drink.
"Well, that might be an interesting change," Len said, tossing off his drink. "Undress for me, please."
Joanne decided she was past being surprised by this guy. She'd just play it by ear, do what he said, and as long as it was fun, fine. She stood up and kicked off her shoes, then worked down the zipper at the back of her dress. She let the dress float to the floor and stepped out of it wearing her matching black lace bikini bra and panties, nothing else. Len's eyes focused appreciatively on her tall curvy body.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked.
"I'm a waitress," Joanne said, "and a wife."
"What a waste of talent," he said.
Joanne had to agree that her talent was wasted as a wife. Mike didn't begin to tap all the lust that was stored up in her seething pussy. Right now she was feeling wickedly turned on as she stripped for a man who was almost a total stranger to her. She whisked off her bra and showed him her cantaloupe-size tits and big pink nipples. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching down the little garment.
Len sat calmly at the edge of the couch, his eyes focused intently on her crotch. He watched the first coal-black pussy curls pop into view, and soon he was studying the pretty little triangle of her bush. She let her panties slither down her legs and stepped out of them naked. She stood there letting him ogle her body, and she felt her lust growing to fever pitch.
Finally he said, "Come here. Undress me."
If he'd been any other man, Joanne would have told him to go fuck himself, but somehow she got off on taking orders from Len. She strode over to him, her big ripe tits wobbling, and she knelt and removed his shoes and socks. Then they stood and she took off his jacket, tie, vest and shirt. He was wearing many more clothes than she had, and it took her awhile to peel them away.
For a man his age, he was in superb shape, lean and tan and well-muscled-Her fingers quivered with excitement as she unzipped his pants and let them drop. The fly of his jockey shorts was sharply tented. Quickly she worked down his shorts and helped him step out of them. His six-inch prick was stiff as steel, hugging his flat belly and bulging with blue veins.
"Lie down," he instructed. "Bend your knees and let your legs fall wide open."
Joanne obeyed, getting insanely excited from following his curt commands. She didn't know what it was about this guy. You wouldn't even notice him in a crowd, yet his voice had the power to make her obey, to turn her on like mad. She stretched out on her back on that ridiculous round couch, bent her knees, and let her legs drop open. Len stood there looking at her lewdly exposed pussy.
"Nice," he said, nodding in approval, "very nice. Stay just as you are, and I'll be right back."
He left the room and quickly returned with a camera. "Oh, no," Joanne gasped, "no pictures, please."
"You can put a hand over your face," he said, "but it doesn't matter-I'm not going to photograph your face. I happen to be a pussy collector."
He said it all in such a calm, business-like way that she had to laugh. And the idea of having her naked pussy photographed added to her naughty arousal. She remained like she was, legs fully spread, moist pink slit exposed to the light of the room, and Len got into position with his camera. He started taking flash pictures of her gash.
Joanne felt her pussy starting to cream. What a ham, she thought, right on cue. Len's camera was a very expensive model, and she knew it was picking up that glistening stream of juice that oozed from her cunt mouth and down over the tiny puckered opening of her shitter. That camera wasn't missing anything. That was going to be quite a collection of shots when he finished.
"Who does your developing?" she laughed.
Len gave a snort of amusement and said, "I do it myself. I used to send them out, but people kept stealing samples."
"Do you have lots of photos like that?" she asked.
"Hundreds," he said. "I'll show them to you."
He put aside the camera and pulled a cord that opened tall drapes on one side of the enormous living room. She'd assumed those drapes covered another window, but they were covering a wall plastered with photos. Photos of pussies-and nothing else. Joanne gawked. There weren't any faces in the pictures, but there were so many different colors of pussy fur that she knew dozens of women were represented.
"Rather impressive, don't you think?" Len beamed.
"Oh, yes, indeed," Joanne said.
What kind of nut had she gotten herself mixed up with? She'd come here with him hoping for a rousing good fuck, and now it seemed all he wanted to do was take pictures of her snatch. That was amusing, even exciting, but it did nothing to ease the burning need in her pussy. She wondered if she had time to go back downtown and try picking up another man-a normal one this time.
That was when Len walked over to the couch, crawled between her legs, and started eating her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne gasped.
"I hope you don't mind," he said politely, "but pussy-eating is what I like to do best. I seem to be obsessed with pussies."
"Oh, go right ahead," Joanne said weakly.
He might be weird, but he sure knew how to give head. She decided to postpone her departure for awhile. She lay there quivering with pleasure as Len expertly tongued her slit, lashing every inch of it with the hot juicy meat. He explored the hot folds and crannies of her pussy and -rimmed the drooling mouth of her cunt. He took his time, savoring the flavor of her tangy molten gash. Joanne adored his leisurely, sensual tonguing.
"Mmmmm, that's so good," she sighed.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, "because I'm not going to stop for a long time."
Joanne gave an ecstatic gurgle and relaxed completely. It was heavenly to think that a man might go on for hours eating her pussy. The sensations were exquisite, and she'd be happy to lie there all night if he wanted her to. She began to cream heavily and helplessly, the hot juice spilling from her cunt and dribbling down the crack of her ass. Len lathered every inch of her seething pussy with his hot spit.
Then he folded apart the dark-furred lips of her bush and isolated the pea-size lump of her clit. Using the stiff tip of his tongue, he stabbed at the round red bud, giving Joanne delicious shocks of pleasure. Her clit responded fast, swelling into its own tiny hard-on and becoming twice as sensitive as before. Len began lashing the engorged button with his tongue.
"Ahhhh, yessss," Joanne moaned, "lick my clit, Len, make me come."
She dug her nails into the couch and kept her legs wide apart, giving him all the room he needed. His hot breath fanned her pussy, adding to her arousal, and his bobbing chin pressed and rubbed her greedy cunt mouth. He whipped his big wet tongue hard over her clit, giving her a rough tonguing that drove her wild with excitement. Her uncontrollably gushing twat juice soaked his chin and cheeks.
"Eeeeeee, it's so good!" she screeched. Every time she let him know how she felt, he got more aroused, tonguing her clit faster and harder, his breathing getting harsher. It must be an exciting change for him to be going down on a nonprofessional, not a hooker. Joanne's responses were real, not faked, and he knew that his whipping tongue was truly driving her into a frenzy of pleasure. He growled and snorted and snuffled, lewd noises that increased her hot arousal.
And over his body she could see that entire huge wall of pussy pictures. It turned her on outrageously to look at all those glistening fur-fringed gashes. She studied them one by one as Len tongue-lashed her clit. She felt her whole body flushing with lust, her big tits going engorged and stiff-nippled. Another few seconds and she was hovering on the very brink of climax.
"Unnnhhhh, Len, make me come," she moaned, "I just have to come."
She was wriggling so lustily, he could hardly stay on target, so he shoved his hands under her churning ass and held her in place. Then he clamped his lips around her slick engorged joy button and started sucking her off. Joanne screamed with ecstasy and almost flew off the couch. Hot blasts of pleasure ripped through her swollen slit.
"Unnnhhh, yes, you're doing it to me," she whimpered, "I'M COMING, WHHAAHHH!"
She came violently, almost blacking out with the pleasure of it. Len knew exactly how to suck her into a monster of an orgasm, kneading her squirting clit between his greedy lips and giving her blast after blast of hot sensation. She came for a full minute before falling back limp and gasping. Len raised his head from her steaming pussy and wiped some of her thick pearly come-juice from his face.
"Mmmmm, Len, that was fantastic," Joanne sighed gratefully. "I came so hard."
"That was just for openers," he leered. "I'm just hitting my stride."
He dived for her snatch again, and this time she felt him thrusting his long stiff tongue up her cunt. It was a sensation she loved, that thick slippery meat probing and cramming every inch of her seething little fuck hole. He stuffed it into her right to the root, his nose rubbing her clit, his chin pressing the sensitive mouth of her asshole. Everywhere in her pussy she was deliciously stimulated.
"Ahhhh, yessss, eat me out," she whimpered, "I love everything you're doing to me, Len."
She wasn't exaggerating in the least. She couldn't imagine a more exciting way to spend the evening than to have her pussy endlessly eaten by an expert. And Len was an expert, no question about that. He'd probably gone down on hundreds of women, and he knew just what felt best. Now he began plowing his tongue in cock-like motions, cramming and reaming her thirsty cunt, and she gurgled in ecstasy.
"My God, yes, fuck me with your tongue," she squealed.
Len cupped her hot churning ass globes and held her lower body in place as he ate out her tangy-tasting cunt. She could feel him literally drooling into her twat in his eagerness to tongue up all her juice. She'd never had a man do that before, and it was incredibly exciting. So what if he was a pussy freak? She didn't mind at all. She screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy as his plowing tongue gave her hit after hit of sweet sensation.
"Unnnhhhh, it's so damned good, Len," she whimpered, "you're driving me crazy with it."
She couldn't even imagine her husband taking this much time just to go down on her. If she was with Mike, they'd be fucked and finished by now. But she dismissed Mike from her mind. He was another part of her life, and tonight she wanted to think of nothing but how great it felt to have Len's expertly probing tongue deep in her box. She felt herself spinning irresistibly towards another hot climax.
"Ahhhh, shit, you're doing it to me so good," she moaned.
Thick streams of musky cream overflowed her tongue-filled twat and gushed down the crack of her ass. She had her head thrown back, dark hair cascading over the couch, and her pretty face was contorted in a grimace of pleasure. Len's silver head bobbed up and down between her widely parted legs, meeting the raven-black hair of her bush. A few more deep hard thrusts of his tongue, and she was over the edge.
"UNNNHHH, MY GOD, I'M COMING, AAAHHHHHH!" she wailed.
Len felt her strong-muscled young cunt squeezing his tongue almost flat as it went into a violent string of pleasure spasms. She drenched his face with molten come-juice, and he eagerly tongued up the tangy cream. He couldn't get all of it, though, and some of it escaped, flooding down the cleft of her ass. Len went after it, whipping his big wet tongue over the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter.
"Ooooo!" Joanne squealed.
She hadn't realized her asshole was so sexy feeling. She'd hardly finished coming, but already she was hotly aroused again as Len lashed his juicy tongue over the wrinkled opening of her brownie. He noted her excitement right away, and he stuck the pointed tip of his tongue right into her hot little shitter, wriggling it inside maybe an inch.
"Ohhhh, my God!" Joanne gasped.
She'd never felt anything so wickedly arousing in her life as Len's long slippery tongue snaking up her asshole. He crammed it all the way into her, right to the root, and she almost blacked out with the pleasure of it. She creamed hugely, helplessly, as he began jerking his stiff tongue up and down in her sensitive pencil-thin shitter.
"Yessss, ohhhh, YESSSS!" she hissed.
Len was tongue-fucking her asshole roughly, deeply, and she was going out of her mind with pleasure. Not even in her horniest fantasies had she pictured a man eating out her shitter, but it was the most exciting sensation she'd ever known. She arched her body, taking his plowing tongue as deep as she could, and in no time at all she was coming again, her big-titted body bucking violently.
"Ahhhhhh, that's it, I'M COMING!" she howled. "Uunnnhhh, Len, I LOVE IT!"
Her tiny hot shitter went into spasms, just like her cunt did when she came, squeezing and releasing his tongue in a hard steady rhythm. Len pulled out and watched her coming, knowing she was for real, not just putting on a hooker's act. Her beautiful face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy, and a thick stream of come-cream gushed from her cunt. At last she went still and looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.
"My God, Len," she sighed, "I don't think I can take any more. Let me do something for you now."
"Just what I was going to suggest," he leered. "How about going down on me?"
Joanne sat up eagerly and knelt by him as he stretched out on his back. His handsome six-incher stood up stiff as a steel post, pointing at the ceiling and drooling thick streams of juice. She bent low, fisted the fat hairy base of his prick, and crammed the rest of it into her mouth.
"Ahhhh, yes, suck my cock," Len groaned.
Joanne crammed more than half his bloated dick into her boiling-hot mouth, eager for the taste of his juice. She caved in her cheeks sharply and raised her tongue, sheathing his engorged prick in hot juicy flesh. She sucked with a strong vacuum pressure, drawing the hot salty juice right out of his piss hole, and he groaned and shivered with pleasure and fed her hot globs of the thick liquid.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, SUCK!" he growled.
Joanne eagerly gulped down his tasty juice till she'd cleaned his big gleaming cock head. Then she wriggled the stiff tip of her tongue deep into his piss hole and reamed out more hot cream. Len lost control of himself, grabbed her head, and held it down as he started fucking her mouth. He jerked his lust-swollen cock over her slippery tongue and into the back of her throat.
"Get ready to eat my load, baby," he panted, "I'm gonna give you about a ton of come."
Joanne drooled hotly all over his prick as he warned her of the explosion that was about to take place. She gave muffled moans of excitement as he furiously pumped his dick in her hot wet mouth. Then he stiffened, shuddered violently, and groaned. She felt the first sizzling blast of his come against the back of her throat.
"AWWWW, CHRIST, I'M COMING!" he bellowed.
Joanne let his salty-tasting jizz collect in her mouth till her cheeks bulged, greedily storing it up and savoring the flavor. Then she gulped it down just in time to get another sizzling mouthful. Len was coming like crazy, filling her mouth again and again with his squirting come-juice. She sucked him dry and licked her lips to get the very last delicious drops.
After she'd left, it occurred to her that they hadn't even fucked. She felt disappointed for a moment, then thought, What the hell? It didn't really matter, they'd had such fun. Len had shown her that there were whole worlds of sex out there which she hadn't explored yet, hundreds of new and different ways to enjoy a man. She just hoped she got to try them all.