Chapter 3
Vastly relieved, Betty Jane smiled up through her tears as Warren Wilson slowly, sensually stripped off her clothes.
She was back in her own element now - the realm of the body.
Spies, national security, federal agents - these were things totally unknown to her and terrifying. But sex - ah, sex she understood so very well.
And sex as a commodity, exchanged for a favor, she also well understand.
"To tell you the truth, Betty Jane," Warren said, helping her to her feet so that she stood facing him, "just from looking at you, I guessed that you couldn't be involved in this mess - not a lovely young lady like you."
"Oh, thank you," she said, a trace of a lisp in her speech. She rested her hands on his shoulders while he deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
"It was me who told the government boys not to take you away when they picked up your employer," he went on, opening her blouse to the waist.
"What - what will happen to Fred? Mr., Beedle, I mean?"
"Not too much, I shouldn't think. He's strictly small time. From where I stand, it looks like he was just an innocent dupe. I'll put in a good word for him and have him released within the next twenty-four hours."
He pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, peeled back the twin halves of a pastel peach colored blouse.
Her heavy breasts were supported in the frilly cups of a pink lace bra, a bra specially underwired and reinforced to support her lush endowments.
"Turn around, Betty Jane, so I can take off your bra."
"Oh, that's all right, I'll do it!" More smiles shone through the tears which had earlier reddened her eyes and smeared her make-up.
With her carefully applied make-up having smeared and streaked and been mostly wiped up with his handkerchief, she looked younger and Warren Wilson guessed that she was no older than her early twenties.
Her plump breasts were bulged up even more when she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and took it off.
Warren Wilson licked his lips and softly whistled in admiration at the splendor of her breasts, a pair of breasts shaped like dirigibles, with strawberry colored nipples standing out stiff and straight on the tips.
"Beautiful, Betty Jane, just beautiful!"
He opened the catch of her skirt. He was an old hand, a veteran at undressing women and his hands moved with swift sureness.
Down came her skirt, sliding off her hips. Under it she wore a peach-colored nylon half-slip with a lace hem.
Beneath the slip, which joined her skirt at her feet, were a pair of silky champagne colored panties, bikini style.
The panties were pulled tight, stretched across her creamy hips, molded against the mound of her crotch and the folds of her pussy lips.
Warren Wilson took down her panties to examine all her charms.
She stepped out of the last of her discarded garments and stood so he could admire her. She was worthy of admiration, with lots of her to delight the eye of any fancier of the female form.
"I see that you're a natural redhead, Betty Jane."
Indeed she was, with a furry fleecy brownish-red bush partially veiling a pair of dusky, rose colored pussy lips.
He took hold of her. She pressed against him, her heavy breasts rubbing his flat chest through the white button-down shirt he wore.
He kissed her on the mouth. He put his tongue in her mouth. He noticed that she closed her eyes when she kissed ... cute, he thought.
She was a very cute, a most charming young lady and one he definitely intended to cultivate during the long months ahead.
If he didn't straighten out this mess with the General's daughter, though, he would really have plenty of time stretching ahead of him, since he would most definitely be out of a job - hell, out of Washington.
But he needed a relief from some of the tension that this latest crisis had produced in him and that was what he would have.
As he kissed and fondled her, his hand dropped down the arch of her back to slide along the lush curve of her rounded rump.
She had a super bottom, full and fleshy yet firm, with white bottom flesh that oozed warmly, rippling under his fondling grip.
She rubbed her bare hips into him, her bush rustling softly against his groin. His penis stood up straight and tall - she could feel it, of course.
He patted and rubbed and stroked her rear, kneading the bottom cheeks. His fingers slipped into the crack of her bottom to stroke her quivering anus.
He would have loved to have a piece of that ass - but there was no time for that sort of action now.
He disengaged from her, pulling his kissing mouth off hers. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed downward.
She was an obliging and obedient girl. Smiling, eager to please, she bent her legs at the knees and got down on them on the floor.
Now her round face was level with his groin, where a massive erection stretched the seams of the crotch of his trousers.
He unbuckled his belt. She licked her lips. He opened his pants, pulled down the zipper. Her tongue moistened the wide lips.
His pants slid down to his feet. He tugged down his undershorts and his stiff penis sprang up, rising like it was spring-driven.
His member was red and hot and long and thick, rising over a pair of swollen balls which seemed to vibrate to the rhythms of lust.
He took hold of his penis so that its wide swollen head jutted out from the top of his fist. He pressed the cock head to her lips.
Betty Jane kissed it warmly and wetly, smooching it, her lips warm crushed velvet which sent chills through him. Soft suction from her mouth excited him.
He pressed the penis more urgently against her mouth. She opened her jaws to accept the rod. He stuffed the cock head between her lips.
She took the head of his penis in her mouth and wetly sucked it. She was good with her mouth and he gasped with pleasure as she went to work.
He put his hands on her cheeks, pressing them with his palms. They were still damp from the tears she had shed earlier.
He pressed his hips forward, his cock shivering as it rolled over the smooth wet insides of her lips and across her flexing velvet tongue.
He put his cock deep. Her eyes widened when the swollen cock head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
He eased back a bit. Her cheeks hollowed as she molded her mouth around his member. He started thrusting, working his rod in and out.
Heat seethed from his penis. Heat rose even higher in his member with each gliding pass of it over her lips.
When he pulled back, he withdrew until only the knobbed head of his cock was between her lips. Then he would put it back in, deep.
He pumped his penis in and out of her mouth, fucking it. She held his hips. Her head bobbed in response to his thrusts.
It didn't take him too long to reach his orgasm.
He put his thing deep in her mouth and kept it there. She felt the jumpings and jerkings of his cock, twitching on her tongue.
His penis swelled against the lips which held it. He groaned. Boiling up from his swollen balls came a mass of semen climbing the column of his cock.
He held her head tightly as he came in her mouth. Come spurted against the back of her throat, the signal for her to start swallowing.
She gulped down his essence as it erupted from his member. Semen slid thick and heavy, like warm liquid wax trickling down her gullet.
Warren Wilson rose up on his tiptoes in order to squeeze the last few drops of come from his spurting cock.
He shook all over from the forceful convulsions of his orgasm. His face was red and shiny, his mouth gaped open and moaning.
He shook one last time and the final drops of come were squeezed from his cock.
He stood flat on the soles of his shoes, breathing hard. His still-stiff member seethed and simmered in the kettle of her mouth.
He patted her head, smoothing that bright orange-red hair down against her scalp. She milked the last drops from his member.
Rousing himself, he drew back his hips, pulling his stiff penis from inside her sucking mouth. Added sensations thrilled him as his cock glided over her lips on the way out. His cock popped loose from her lips.
His sensitive cock was sticky from semen and saliva. He held it and squeezed a fat pearly drop of come from the cock head, which clung there in place.
She stuck out her tongue and licked it off, swallowing it down and smacking her lips. He fondled her face, neck, smooth shoulders.
His penis was still rigid, but - he had a job to do.
He reluctantly bent down, pulled up his undershorts and slacks. He tucked his hard member into the crotch of the shorts, where it bulged prominently.
"You're not gonna leave already, are you?" Betty Jane asked.
"I'd love to stay all day and night with you, Betty Jane and really get to know you, inside and out - that was really sweet! But I'm on a tight schedule.
He buckled his belt and straightened his tie. His shirt was damp with sweat, but he could change his clothes later.
Once more his notepad and pocket pencil appeared in his hand, as if by magic and he stood waiting with pencil touched to paper.
"What's your telephone number and address, Betty Jane?"
She told him and he wrote it down. Her lips shone with semen and she smacked them from time to time, to savor the taste.
"I'll be calling you soon, Betty Jane - and we'll take up where we left off!"
Warren Wilson picked up the material he had had the receptionist dig up for him earlier, including a few of the tapes with Dana in them.
There weren't many in the office, only a handful, so he was able to carry them out himself. He said so-long to Betty Jane and exited.
It would be a big, big help if he could get hold of Dana. He hated the thought, but it was extremely possible, that while he was cleaning up this mess that the reckless girl had made, she might even now be getting herself into some other trouble.
What he had to do was find Dana and keep her on ice, under watch, out of trouble.
At that moment, the object of his attention and the cause of his efforts - that is, Dana herself - was stretched across the lap of a naked beauty.
This was new and kinky and quite exciting to Dana. She had just been having the best time since she had come across Samantha.
Samantha was the beauty whose bed she had shared. Samantha was a fashion model, or had been at one time, although now she supported herself by whoring.
She was a high-priced and high class call girl. But money was not her only aim in life - another of her prime passions was the seduction and domination of young girls. In Dana, she had found a deliciously moldable subject.
Samantha was a few years past thirty. She was a tall, slim, elegant, aristocratic beauty with a head of ash-blonde hair which framed her fair face like a helmet.
It was early in the afternoon and she and Dana had only recently wakened, since they had gone to sleep only in the dawn hours.
Samantha had picked up Dana yesterday afternoon and promptly brought the exquisite little wanton back to her apartment.
From that time, she had not emerged from her apartment and had hardly even gotten up from the bed where she had taken Dana.
The apartment was spacious and lovely. The bedroom was all pink and white and gold, with lots of plants and a wide platform bed.
Unlike many others of her profession, Samantha did not work out of her place, but only made outgoing visits to her customers.
She saved her home and bed for her private personal pleasures.
She was enjoying herself immensely with Dana. That sweet, demure, softly rounded angel face of the girl masked a truly wanton nature.
Samantha was dressed in a one-piece white satin nightie, whose shoulder straps and hem were made of the most delicate lace.
She was long and leggy, with tawny skin, lightly tanned. She had high firm breasts, sharply pointed, lean hips and long, long legs.
She sat on the edge of the bed, high heeled feet on the floor, holding Dana stretched out across her lap for the spanking.
Paddling, really, since she was using the flat of her hair brush to warm up the teen angel's incredibly spankable bottom.
A black silk scarf blindfolded Dana's eyes, while her hands, bound in front of her, stretched out, the fingers almost touching the floor.
She lay with her bottom turned up for the delightful discipline. This was a new kick to her, one which was really pressing her buttons.
Samantha was into domination of her little pets. She was paddling Dana more now for sexual foreplay than anything else.
Later - when the girl was totally under her spell - then the sessions would become more serious and Samantha promised herself that she would take her strap to that saucy little bottom and beat it red and raw.
Then, when Dana was tamed and timid, Samantha would tie her down and kiss and lick away all the girl's tears with sessions of hot love.
This would further reinforce her dominance of the girl, so the next time after that that she disciplined Dana, the cycle would go even deeper into S/M kinky kicks.
But for now, though, it was still something of a game, at least for Dana.
Samantha knew that this was just the way to rule the reckless, headstrong teen beauty - with a firm hand.
Spoiled little nymphets were used to getting their own way. Nothing challenged or excited them more than the novelty of having to please and serve another.
Such, at least, was Samantha's theory on the subject. and having once been a spoiled nymphet in her early years, she had a basis for that theory.
Now that she was a full grown adult, she took her pleasures dominantly, not as the submissive she had been up to age twenty-five.
She held Dana around the waist. The girl was nude, of course. Her bush and naked pussy pressed down on Samantha's lap.
The girl's buttocks rippled under the steady slapping of the flat of the hair brush, which made loud smacking sounds.
Dana cried out each time that the paddling brush connected with her buttocks. Her creamy buttocks each held warm rosy patches in their centers, where the paddle had warmed them and repeatedly smacked them.
Samantha herself was excited. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, while warm wetness oozed inside her slitted pussy.
The fires which steeped and simmered inside her sex promised that this spanking session would soon come to a halt, to move to more intimate forms of service.
For the last spanks, Samantha smacked the girl hard. Caught by surprise, Dana yelped and squirmed, crying out under the more forceful smacks.
Samantha was stronger. She hooked an ankle over Dana's legs, pinning them in place so the girl could not kick up a fuss.
She tightened her grip on the girl, pressing her down into her lap, while the flat of the brush cracked on the buttocks.
Samantha laid down about a half-dozen more really hard whacks on the girl's bottom. When she halted the paddling and held her hand, Dana moaned heavily.
The girl was in a state of high sexual arousal. She writhed on Samantha's lap, rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy into Samantha.
"Please don't spank me anymore, Samantha! Please, please don't!"
"Shut up."
Samantha caught hold of the thick chestnut-brown silken strand of Dana's pony tail and pulled it back, yanking the hair by the roots.
Dana yelped as Samantha pulled her head back. The girl's eyes were still covered by the broad horizontal band of the blindfold.
The blindfold made the rest of her face look even younger and more childishly vulnerable. Dana whimpered and shivered.
Samantha said, "I don't play games, Dana. That was only a little sample of what I do to bad little girls who don't obey me."
"I'll obey you, Samantha, honest, I swear it!"
"You better ... now, then, let's see if you've been properly warmed up."
Samantha fondled the girl's bare backside. The bottom cheeks burned red and warm now. Samantha was pleased that she could feel the head of the paddling.
Dana whimpered and squirmed as her bottom was felt and fondled. Samantha kneaded the buttocks, pushing them together and pulling them apart.
Samantha said, "Are you ready to be a good little girl now, Dana?"
"Yes, Samantha."
"We'll see." Samantha pushed her hand between Dana's taut thighs, prying them open and apart, exposing the thin-lipped slit of her pussy.
Samantha's mouth watered and her senses spun at the sight of that perfect pink-lipped little pussy which was all sugar and honey and heat.
She lightly ran her fingertip up and down the quivering pussy lips. Dana gasped from the intensity of these light, teasing caresses.
The girl couldn't help but rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against the finger which stroked it.
Samantha's laughter was soft and dry. "You are a little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Samantha."
"My little slut."
"Yes, Samantha - oooooooooooooh!"
Dana's last remark was completed with a surprised gasp, as Samantha pressed her finger against the girl's pussy lips and slipped it in.
Dana was dripping wet inside her slit, as Samantha was only too happy to discover when she inserted her finger deep in the girl.
Dana was hot and tight and her slippery pulsing membranes slid and heaved and clutched the finger which sank deep inside her.
"Ummmmm, just like I thought," mused Samantha, "here's a little slut whose pussy gets all wet from a spanking!"
"Oh, Samantha-" Lust put a sobbing catch in Dana's whimpering voice.
Samantha worked her finger in and out of Dana's steamy, tight little slit. Dana worked her hips in response, thrusting them back and forth.
Samantha could have fingered the girl to orgasm in a minute or two - but Dana would not be permitted the privilege of climaxing just yet.
Especially when the fires of lust burned so hotly in Samantha's own slitted sex and her pleasure awaited servicing.
Dana moaned with disappointment when the finger was removed from her pussy. Juices shone on Samantha's middle finger, which had penetrated.
Dana pleaded, "Don't stop, Samantha! Please, please fuck me!"
Samantha slapped Dana's bottom with a sizzling smack which surprised and stung the girl, making her cry out.
Samantha said sternly, "Little girls don't give orders to me, miss - they take them! Don't you ever forget that!"
"I'm - I'm sorry, Samantha. Really."
Samantha's ripe red lips quirked upward in a smile of satisfaction. She wondered how many times this headstrong miss stretched face down across her lap had ever bothered to make an apology - not very often, she was certain.
Samantha held the hair brush in front of Dana's face. "Here, kiss the brush which paddled your bottom, little girl."
She held the flat of the brush against Dana's mouth. Dana puckered her pink lips and pressed a submissive kiss against the brush.
Samantha decided that it was a shame to waste that perfect little mouth on the hair brush, when it could be put to so many better uses.
Starting now.
"Don't forget to thank me for taking my valuable time to correct your behavior, Dana," Samantha reminded the teen.
"Thank you, Samantha ... thank you so much, I really needed it!"
"I know that you did, little girl."
Samantha eased Dana off her lap and on her knees. Samantha stood up. With one graceful, fluid motion, she shucked off her white satin nightie.
Then she was nude, except for the high heels she wore, which accented the contours of her long luscious legs and made her buttocks higher and even more prominent.
Samantha sat back down on the bed. She rested the soles of her white patent leather high heeled shoes firmly on the floor.
She let her knees fall to the sides, parting her thighs and exposing her pussy. She had a fleecy tufted dark blonde bush over rosy pussy lips.
Her pussy slit was long and narrow and thin, like the rest of her lean physique. Her breasts were pear-shaped, their nipples stiff.
The nipples were colored a deep dark brown color. The aureoles surrounding the stiff points of flesh were the size of twenty-five cent pieces.
Dana stood on her knees at Samantha's feet. Her nipples were stiff. Her bound hands dangled down, in front of her thighs.
"Now you can properly show your gratitude, little Dana."
Samantha put her hand on the back of the girl's blindfolded head and pulled it down between her legs.
Dana's face pressed up against Samantha's steamy crotch. Dana's puckered lips kissed the pussy lips ardently, kissed and licked them.
Samantha was dripping wet inside and the ripe aroma of her sex made Dana all intoxicated, so that she thought she might pass out from pleasure.
She kissed up and down the pussy, her puckered lips spreading the pussy lips and rubbing slippery pink membranes.
Dana stuck out her pink, sharply pointed tongue and licked up and down the slit. She put her tongue inside Samantha.
Samantha's juices were rich and thick against Dana's lips and tongue. Juices smeared on the lower half of the girl's face, which was red and shining under the stark black band of the blindfold.
Samantha put Dana to work on her clitoris. The girl's tongue slid to the top of the blonde beauty's slit and caressed her clitoris.
Samantha's palm pressed down hard on the back of the girl's head, wordlessly signaling Dana to lick her hard and fast.
The steamy hours of sex which they already had shared had given Dana a good basic grounding in the ways Samantha liked to be pleasured.
Dana applied the silky tip of her tongue to the clitoris, fanning Samantha's sexual arousal to new heights.
Samantha's pert, stiff-nippled breasts bobbed and jiggled as she rocked her hips back and forth, thrusting her pussy against Dana's face.
Samantha rocked faster and faster. Suddenly she stopped moving and held Dana's face pressed hard against her quivering crotch.
Dana's pink parted lips pressed the blonde's quivering pussy lips. Dana felt the convulsions of Samantha's pussy as she climaxed.
Samantha pressed her thighs tightly against the girl's head, forcing Dana's face even deeper into quivering steamy pussy flesh.
Dana held her breath, while nose and mouth were temporarily sealed with pussy membranes. Samantha's squeezing thighs had real power.
Then Samantha was struck by the last shuddering throes of her orgasm. She shook for an instant, then the sexual tension fled her flesh.
Her knees flopped open and she sagged in relief. Her eyes were squeezed shut, thick lashes fluttering. Her mouth was open, moaning.