Chapter 6
Dan knew how the Roman emperors must have felt, lushly sprawled on a velvet longue with their slave girls in naked attendance. Diane was not quite naked, but those hip-hugging panties might as well have been made of plastic wrap-he could see the finely-shaped vee of her sparse pubic mound pressed tightly against the sheer fabric and just the faintest hint of her faint, hair-rimmed slit concealed temptingly beneath her panties.
"How's that feel, sugar?" she purred in her soft feminine voice. It was a sound he was not used to hearing, for Marie had long ago lost that syrupy sweetness of young womanhood and was well on her way to the shrill caterwaul of a middle-aged woman.
"Great ... like a million bucks, honey," he admitted truthfully. "This is well worth the money ... or twice the money."
She giggled seductively. "For twice the money, you get something really special."
Dan cleared his throat. "And what would that be?"
"You want to pay for the special?" she teased, her hands roaming down his back as he lay on the table.
Her fingertips lifted the edge of the cotton towel that draped his buttocks and she teasingly rubbed the firm sinewy flesh of his ass. . "Sure ... if it's worth the extra money."
Diane giggled again and Dan felt that nagging insistence that she reminded him of his own daughter Jessica.
"It'll be worth it, sugar ... turn over and lie on your back a while." She lifted the towel as he rolled onto his back. "Diane will take care of you, lover ... like you've never been cared for before."
Dan felt his cock harden even before her gentle young fingers caressed it, for just the closeness of her sensuous youthfulness made him as stiff and eager as a schoolboy out with the class tramp!
"Mmmmmm, that's what I like ... a man who knows what he wants," she grinned, a crooked smile on her perfect face. He felt strangely embarrassed watching her, but he was fascinated by her every movement, by the way she made something as obviously professional as this encounter seem like the biggest, most exciting night of her young life.
She took a plastic bottle from the nearby table and dribbled some of the liquid onto her fingers. "Just checking ... it has to be nice and warm."
Dan purred unashamedly as she poured the warm, viscous liquid onto his cock and balls. It dribbled down over his bloated testicles and trickled between the hairy insides of his thighs as Diana began to lovingly stroke the stiffened hardness of his prick. He lay back on a pillow and groaned as she rhythmically stroked his erection with the warm, tight grip of her small hand ... up and down in a gentle tugging motion that made him want to shout with naked excitement!
She toyed with him until he was close to coming, then stopped ... and waited for him to open his eyes. "Now the special treat I promised you." She was glistening like some medieval goddess and it took the married man a moment to realize she had rubbed some of the oil on her skin. She climbed onto the table, still gripping his cock, and then rubbed her small, perfect breasts against his chest, working her whole body over him in a sensuous undulating movement that was driving him insane!
She squirmed slowly, tormentingly, over his naked body, rubbing the warm, soft perfection of her young flesh against him until every pore of his skin, every inch of his body, ached for release. Then-and only then-did she ease herself downward and take his cock in her mouth.
Diane sucked him skillfully, without effort, for he was as close to coming as a man could be and still have anything left in his balls.
"Oh, shit ... yesss!" he choked suddenly as he felt the quaking shudder of his orgasm sputter up from between his legs ... and into the beautiful blonde girl's mouth. She didn't miss a single drop, sucking deliciously in perfect rhythm until he had quivered that last solitary dribble into her throat.
She climbed off the table with a cute little grin on her cum-smeared lips and rubbed some of the oil from her skin with a towel.
"There ... was it worth the extra?" she grinned impishly, hands on her girlishly slim hips and her head cocked to one side.
Dan pointed to his pants.. "Hand me my wallet, honey ... whatever I have is yours! You can have it all, baby!"
She took his money without counting it and slipped it into the elastic tightness of her panties. "Gotta' run, sugar. But remember ... next time you're in town, be sure to ask for me, okay?"
He nodded, still out of breath, and watched the roller bearing tautness of her perfectly-shaped bottom as she left the room. And again there came that gnawing persistence ... somehow he had the feeling that he had just been blown by his own daughter! She was enough like Jessica to have been her sister. But that wasn't what bothered him. It was something far worse than that. It was the growing, frustrating awareness that just thinking about that turned him on!