Chapter 2
Judy's head and thoughts were in a spin when she awoke the next morning. Sitting in bed for an hour or so, she tried to figure out just what was happening to her and her relationship with Bob. He had been gone for only a few days and, behind his back, she had gone wild. Did it mean she was through with her husband? Was she turning into a woman like her neighbor, Susie? She knew her love for Bob was as deep as it was genuine, and she was convinced he loved her just as much, but she was so terribly confused and lonely. Why the hell did he have to storm out of the house like he did, in a fit of anger? It seemed as though he had almost dared her to act the way she had.
Now, before it was too late, she wanted to make it all up to him. But, even that was impossible. She had no idea where Bob was, and even if she did, she couldn't contact him.
She decided to let her actions speak for her. She would put an end to all the playing around, before it tore their love apart. The episodes of the last few evenings would be forgotten and done with. Judy Franklin would change!
Encouraged by her new lease on life, she jumped out of bed, took a long refreshing shower, and fixed herself a hearty breakfast.
The morning paper was sitting on the front porch when she opened the door. The sun was shining brightly, and Judy was sure it was a sign everything was about to turn for the better. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, she took the paper and returned to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
Halfway through the morning edition, she came to the want ads. Judy had passed them by and then she was suddenly struck with what she considered a fabulous idea. "Let's see what kind of work is available for a young, reformed slut like me." She didn't need the money, but it seemed like a job would be just the thing to keep her busy and, more importantly, out of trouble.
There were plenty of jobs. There were jobs like ironing or babysitting, but she wanted something that would get her out of the house and away from her freewheeling neighbors. Suddenly, she found just what she hoped for. It was a small ad in the corner of the page which read: Cocktail Waitress. Attractive, young and who enjoys meeting new people. Salary open. Contact Mr. Ken Henry, 965-3229.
It was perfect for her. She had done some work as a waitress during her school days. As a matter-of-fact, Bob had met her back then. She had enjoyed the contact with many different people. "My God, I'll give it a try!" Things were looking even sunnier now.
She pulled the table phone in front of her and dialed the number "Hello. The Showcase. Ken speaking!" Judy guessed the voice to belong to a man in his late thirties or so. "Hello, Mr. Henry?"
"Yes ma'am, that's me. What can I do for you?" He had a kind voice and Judy immediately felt relaxed speaking to him. "Mr. Henry, my name is Judy Franklin. I am calling to inquire about the position your club advertised, in this morning's paper, for a cocktail waitress. Could you tell me something about the job?"
"Oh yes, Miss Franklin." Judy was about to correct the young man and let him know her marital status, when a thought occurred to her. Perhaps the club was looking for a single girl. She decided it would be best to keep her marriage a secret.
"May I ask how old you are?" Here she could give him an honest reply. "Yes, Mr. Henry. I'm twenty-four." She must have said the magic words.
"That's fine, Miss Franklin, just fine! You have a very pleasant voice too. Do you think you could come down this afternoon for an interview?" Judy was becoming thrilled with the prospect of taking on a more reputable outside interest. "How would two o'clock be, Mr. Henry?"
"That'll be just fine, Miss Franklin, and please call me Ken. I'll be expecting you around two then. Thank you, goodbye!"
Judy hadn't been this excited in ages. Here was her big chance to climb out of the dark hole her life was so close to falling into. There'd be no more parties at Susie's; no more late visits from Calvin Gibbs. She was going to straighten up and when Bob came home she would tell him everything, show him how she had reformed, and hope that he would forgive her.
She dressed in her new purple pants suit, with her beautiful hair down, over her shoulders. She carefully made-up her pretty face and called the cab company.
Twenty-five minutes later she was standing in front of the unlit Showcase, arranging her hair from the reflection in the window. "Well, here goes nothing!" Pulling open the heavy wooden door she entered the club.
The place seemed to be deserted. All the chairs were neatly stacked on the tables and all the sound equipment was packed in cases on the stage. It was very dark, with only the small lights of the bar glowing on the floor. She wondered if, for some reason, Mr. Henry had been delayed or forgotten about the appointment
Suddenly, a door to the right of the stage slowly opened and a handsome, middle-aged man stood facing her in the light from the room behind him.
"You must be Miss Franklin!" He was glancing at his watch. "Well, I must compliment you on your punctuality, Miss Franklin!"
Ken Henry was a most distinguished looking man; tall and dark, with deep brown eyes and his hair streaked with just the right amount of gray around the temples. Studying his face closely, Judy got the impression Ken Henry was a wise, shrewd businessman; the kind that knew how to get things done his way.
"Why, yes I am, and you must be Mr. Henry!" She could see that he was studying her just as closely and for some unknown reason, her face began to blush.
"Won't you come this way, Miss Franklin, and please, call me Ken!" He was motioning to the door behind him. Judy walked past, into the kind of office she had seen only in imagine magazines. It was superbly furnished, with deep red fuck carpeting, wooden paneled walls and a huge mahogany desk, with two hand carved doors on either side.
"Please, have a seat Miss Franklin!" He was pointing to the long, plushly upholstered sofa in the corner of the room. She did as he requested, sinking into the middle of the comfortable piece. He, in turn, moved around the desk and sat in the swivel chair, never once taking his eyes from her body.
"You not only have a most pleasant voice, Miss Franklin, but you're lovely as well and carry yourself with a great deal of poise." She could feel herself turning beet red again. "Why, uh, thank you very much, uh, Ken!"
Mr. Henry flashed a faint smile her way, dropped his head and bought it up again with a very serious look. He was ready to get down to business. "Now, Miss Franklin, the woman I'm looking for will work six nights a week, from seven to midnight. The job pays $75 per week plus tips, of course, with time and a half for overtime. like all my girls, she will also be asked to handle some very special assignments, for which she'll be generously rewarded. By the way, you have worked topless before, haven't you?"
Judy had been pondering this business about special assignments when the question stunned her. She was thrown for a loss and too embarrassed not to answer. "Why, uh, yes. Certainly!"
"Good, good! Inexperienced girls often have problems adjusting to it. However, you look like a woman with experience and I don't think you'll be any problem at all!" Judy didn't know quite how to interpret his remarks. "Well, Miss Franklin, what do you think?"
She wasn't thrilled with having to work topless, but the job sounded great to her. "It sounds just fine to me, Ken. I'd like to give it a try. I hope I won't disappoint you!"
His eyes focused on the two mountains rising from under her coat. "I'm sure you won't!" He was up and moving towards the closet door at the end of the sofa. Reaching in he pulled a package from the shelf and handed it to her. "The wise man test drives a car before he buys it, Miss Franklin, and I am a very wise man. You are like a car and I'd like to see what I'm paying for. This is your working uniform. Let's see how it fits you, and vice-versa!"
"Well, uh, alright, Ken. Is there a dressing room close by?" He was giving her that faint smile again. "You can undress right here and don't worry! My interest in your body is from a purely business-like standpoint!" Judy felt very stupid for having acted so naive and began undressing for her new employer.
After kicking off her shoes, she began unbuttoning the coat of her suit, slipped her arms out and laid the garment on the sofa. Ken's eyes opened a bit wider after his first look at the silky, pink blouse and the bulging treasures beneath. He was staring at them and Judy knew the only way to survive the ordeal without embarrassment would be to finish quickly and avoid meeting his glance.
Her pants came down and the blouse fell, concealing the lacy little panties she wore. Then, without bending over, her long, smooth legs stepped from the trousers.
Mr. Henry began to chuckle, "You're not bashful are you, Miss Franklin?" She returned a weak smile and began undoing the blouse. With the opening of each button, he could see more and more of her gorgeous tits and was liking what he saw.
The blouse fell to the floor. There she stood in bra and panties with a total stranger; a man who was beginning to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. "I'm not sure I'm the girl you want, Ken!"
He was quick to disagree. "You are definitely the girl I, er, the Showcase wants. Please continue!"
Judy reached for the package and slowly opened it, with shaky fingers. "What the hell am I doing here?" she kept asking herself.
The costume was a pair of gold slippers with gold sequinned hot-pants. She placed all three pieces on the floor and slipped into the thin shoes. Then the pants came up her legs, over the meaty thighs and around her waist. "Well, uh, how do I look?" His eyes were running up and down her entire body.
"You look just fine, except one thing. You seem to have overlooked something!" His eyes were glued to the cups of her bra.
Henry moved close to her. Judy looked down and noticed what he had meant. She smiled sheepishly and reached back to unfasten the straps, when he spoke up. "Here, Miss Franklin, let me get that for you!"
He was behind her, with his warm hands on her back. His breath made her tingle, much as Gibb's fingers had the night before. She started shivering.
"Relax, Miss Franklin, relax!" One, two, three. He had her undone. Now his hands were moving down to the base of her back and up again. The fingers were like spider legs crawling up her trembling flesh. Stopping at her shoulders, they began wiggling the straps of her brassiere down, down, down.
Judy was so terribly embarrassed and frightened, but quickly melting under his touch. She wanted to fight, to scream out and run from the room, but it felt good and tingly and she was giving in.
"Lay down, Miss Franklin!" There was something almost hypnotic about his voice and as hard as her heart protested, her body wanted to be mastered by him.
like some sort of robot she lay on the floor, her whole body trembling with helplessness. "Ken..." She wanted to stop him, but he knew what she really wanted and when the time was right, he would give it to her.
"Your pants, Miss Franklin. Slip them off!" He was standing over her like a warrior-king of the universe. Try as she did to look no, her face had yes, yes written all over it. Lifting up her firm ass-cheeks she slid the pants halfway down her legs, then wriggling kicked them off. "And the panties!" They quickly came off, sliding down, next to the gold pants. Her trembling fingers moved under her head. She closed her eyes, waiting for his next move.
Ken took a seat on the sofa beside her, thinking to himself, You haven't lost the touch, kid. Look at her! Ten minutes ago she came in here frightened. Now she's ready to throw herself at me like a woman in love! That, in fact, was the secret of Ken's success. He knew women and he knew their wants. He knew they fell at the feet of men who were masters. Most importantly, he knew the words 'I love you' could open any door and he used them freely.
The girls at the Showcase worshipped Ken Henry and each one thought he loved her. At least, that's what he had told them all. In return, they did his bidding, performing acts they would never perform for another man. He had told them all. In return, they did his bidding, perform-under his spell.
Ken reached down and stroked the palm of his hands over her thrusting tits. Judy shivered delightedly. Her nipples rose up into hard little peaks. She moaned lightly as the current of heat ran through her body.
Then his right hand palmed over the smooth skin of her belly. The muscles rippled under his touch. Her whole body tensed as his fingertips glided down to her dark pubic hair.
He was savoring her pleasurable nervousness. Leaning down and dropping to his knees, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the forest of her cunt as he chewed the rocky knob.
He was softly stroking the lips of her twat without actually touching the opening itself. Judy could feel the deluge of oils stream from her inner glands and soak her pussy in a hot wetness. She was like jelly inside. Her belly quivered and tightened, waiting for the thrill of his finger.
"Ken ... oh, Ken. Anything. Do anything you like. I'm yours, Ken, yours!" Her voice was thick, her whole body an erotically tuned machine. His teeth were biting hard on her tit nipple. The left hand was over on the other tit pinching the firm knob between his fingers.
"Please, Ken ... please! Anything," she begged.
He sat up and looked down at her straining frame, then looked down at the mossy bush afire between her thighs. He drove his fingers in, sending her into a frenzy. He watched the heated gash grab for his entire hand. But he was in no hurry. He would touch her in his own sweet time, and by then she would be absolutely his. She would be ready to do everything he asked. She would make promises and mean them.
For two or three minutes, Judy lay there responding to him, going higher and higher on her erotic plain. Her ass was jumping up to his delving fingers. "Love me, Ken. Use me ... anything you want! Anything!" She was going crazy.
Then he shocked her, pulling his fingers out, grabbing hers and jamming them in her own box. Her eyes opened in startled surprise. "Keep it hot for me, please!" Ken was standing again and undressing himself.
A few moments later he was down again. He pulled her drippy fingers away. "Here, Miss Franklin, hold this!"
Judy reached out to her side and a dreamy expression of pure delight covered her face. His prick was resting in the palm of her hand. She started to play, pulling it out and pushing it back; jerking it wildly. Then he gripped his own tool, pulled it away and eased himself down on the carpeting next to her.
"Come over here, Miss Franklin!" Soon she was straddling him. He took his stiff cock and inserted it just inside her cunt lips. Judy could feel them spreading wide open to close over the hardened end of his hot prick. Her eyes shut tighter; her voice gagged in her throat. It was agony for her to feel her pussy just barely clasping the cherry end of his meat. She wanted it all, but he was holding her there steady, teasing.
Gripping her wrists and moving them up to his shoulders, he lifted his ass off the floor slowly. Judy's eyes seemed to go out of focus. It was utterly marvelous having his thick hot stem finally plunging into her belly. "OH, KEN ... MORE, MORE! GIVE ME ALL OF IT, PLEASE! OH GOD, PLEASE!"
Ken began to withdraw from her oozing slit. He pulled her down hard and spread her legs wider apart. Her tits crushed and melted against his chest. He could feel the heat of her flooding liquid come streaming over his cock and nuts. She was gripping his shoulders and gasping.
Then she really went insane. He started back in, screwing deep up into her, slowly thrusting in and out. "OWWWW, MMMMM. OH GOD, YES, YES, THAT'S IT! OH GOD, KEN ... YES, YES, MORE!" HE HAD HER IN A SHEER STATE OF ECSTASY. "MORE, MORE, YES! GOD, OH GOD!" HIS HANDS GRIPPED HER ASS TIGHTLY AS HE PUSHED HIS PRICK DEEPER AND DEEPER.
His lips moved close to her ear. "Judy, I love you!"
They were the words Judy had been dying to hear for so long, and though they weren't coming from the man she truly loved, they were from a man who was loving her; thrilling her eager body, and they drove her to orgasm.
"I love you, Ken!" With that, she stiffened and screamed, shaking wildly on his cock. And Ken was coming too. At her electrifying peak, he shot his red-hot load into her, again and again. Her screams were deafening, her body more spastic. For a few burning moments she was in another world.
They lay there on the floor for some time, wrapped in each other's arms. "Oh, Ken, I'm so confused!" He stroked her long, lovely hair and tried to give her comfort. He couldn't afford to lose her now.
"That's the way love is, honey. Together, we'll find the answers to all your questions." Judy smiled and snuggled closer. There was no way she could know how he was planning to use her, not only for his own kicks, but for the kicks of his more exclusive customers as well.
"Hey, baby, we'll be opening up in a few hours and people will be pouring in here pretty soon. Let's get ourselves together!"
He was on his feet and helping her up. They stood facing each other for a moment, locked in a warm embrace. Their lips locked. Their tongues met, dancing furiously in their mouths. In half-an-hour's time he had gotten a total stranger to swear her love for him. He had done it again. Ken Henry was feeling very proud of himself.
Ken walked to the main door of the office and snapped the big lock into place. "Hey, honey, I don't even know your first name!"
Judy was beaming at her new lover. "It's Judy." He took her gently by the hand and together they moved to the door on the other side of the huge desk. He opened the door and Judy looked in on the most beautiful bathroom she had ever seen. There were gold fixtures everywhere, thick purple carpeting on the floor and a tub big enough for a dozen people.
"Listen, Judy, I have to make a few calls. Why don't you draw a nice warm bath, jump in, and I'll join you in a few minutes."
Judy was turned on again at the thought of bathing with her new lover. She hurried in to prepare the bath, while Ken cautiously moved to the desk, sat down and grabbed the phone.
"Hello! Mr. Hirsch? This is Ken Henry at the Showcase." His voice lowered to a whisper. "Mr. Hirsch, I think I have just the girl you were looking for. Her name is Judy Franklin. She's young, beautiful and just about the wildest little thing in the world. How would it be if I were to bring her by after closing tonight? Fine! We'll see you then sir. Goodbye!" He replaced the receiver, leaned back and grinned. He could hear Judy whistling merrily in the bath unaware of what he had planned for her to do that evening. But why think about it now? It was time for some watery fun.
The tub was a good four feet wide and quite deep. Judy was stretched out in the sudsy water, her long blonde hair piled high on the top of her head. Ken stood in the doorway for a moment watching her. She was, in one way, very cute like a tiny child; in another, a sexy hunk of grown woman. The foamy suds clung to her body like a tight gown, showing just enough tit to turn him on all over again.
"Mind if I join you?" Judy looked up at him and extended her moist arms. "I thought you'd never get here!"
He slid into the warm water, placing his feet against hers. They stared into each other's eyes. Just being in there with the wild, young piece of ass was bringing life back to his wet cock. She couldn't see, but he was hot for more of her agile pussy.
Pushing his legs under hers, he began sliding in on it. His toes slid under her buttocks and around her back where they locked securely. They were nose to nose now and Judy could feel his nervous dick waiting outside the door of her box. Suddenly Ken reached over to the side of the tub and grabbed a bar of soap. He rubbed her arms, back and shoulders into a foamy lather. It excited her all over again. Her twat was itching for more and he was moving closer. The thick head of his tool was caressing the lips of her snatch.
"Oh, Ken, fuck me!" The bar of soap fell into the water behind her. Wrapping both arms tightly around her, he guided his hard prick into her hot, watery cunt.
Judy threw herself against the wall of the tub, taking his long prick for the ride. She was panting, throwing her hips up to him. Water splashed furiously around the room. Ken took a firm hold on the rim of the tub and drove himself deeper and deeper into her, using his strong legs to pull her closer with each stroke. She was going mad with passion.
"Judy, I love you!" His whispered words did the trick once more. She screamed frantically, released her womanly juices into the tub. Ken released his hold on the tub and began shooting his milky semen into her gash. Together, they slid down under the water, to enjoy their mutual climaxes.
Several hours later, it was the club's opening time. There was a good crowd, considering it was a weekday, and Ken Henry was more than pleased with the way his new girl, Judy, was working out. She was taking orders, delivering drinks and hustling about quicker than any of his other girls; not to mention the fact that she looked better than the rest. Scanning the occupied tables, he could see that the customer's eyes were all glued to the bouncing boobs of the new waitress. He knew that he had come upon a winning thing with Judy Franklin and planned to get the very most from it. Mr. Hirsch would be more than pleased with her.
Having just taken an order at table number five, Judy was at the bar, "Frank. I need a Manhattan and a Scotch and water!" The old bartender nodded and turned to prepare the drinks, when one of the other girls sidled up to her. "Hi. My name is Marti. Say, you really know what you're doing out there!" Judy smiled at her. "I'm Judy, and thanks! It's not so hard when you get the hang of it!"
Marti was Spanish, with long black hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. A tiny little girl, her tits were no match for Judy's, but they stuck almost straight out, like sharp little daggers making her body most appealing. Her miniature features gave her the look of a tiny doll.
The dark little girl was pointing to Ken Henry's table. "I know you had an interview with Ken, and I suppose he told you all about me. I just don't ever want you to get the wrong idea about him. I mean, you and I can be great friends as long as you don't ... "
Judy's drinks arrived and there was no time to continue the conversation. "Excuse me, Marti, I've gotta run! Let's talk some more later. Okay?" She scooped up the tray and was off to serve her customers. Marti's words had started her wondering. What did she mean? Oh well, she could find out later.
The band had started their last number. Judy surveyed the tables she was assigned to. People were beginning to leave and they were leaving happy. She couldn't help but feel proud of her first night's work. There was the $20.00 she had collected in tips plus numerous compliments on her appearance and capability. Her eyes glanced around the room, stopping on table number one, where her new boss and lover sat smiling. He was motioning for her to come over. Judy winked and started shuffling around tables to get there.
"Judy, you've done just fine tonight. I've gotten a number of nice reports from the customers and I can't tell you how proud I am of you!" She returned his warm smile. "I do everything better when I'm madly in love with someone!" Ken reached over and pulled out a chair, motioning for her to take a seat. The moment she sat down his face grew serious.
"Do you remember this afternoon, Judy, when I told you about how all the girls do some special work for our more special customers and friends? Well honey, after watching you tonight, I think you're ready for one of those special jobs!"
Judy was more than mildly curious. "What kind of job is it, darling?"
Ken was growing nervous in his seat. "Well, honey, you know this place is backed by some very influential people in town. I mean without their financial help I never could have made it. And because I may need their help in the future, it's important that I keep them happy at all times, in every way possible. And that's where you and the other girls come in. You see, you all help me keep them happy. For instance, there's a certain backer, a Mr. Hirsch, who's very important to me. You could help me by giving him a little of your time tonight. What do you say, baby?!
Judy was stunned and hurt and angry, all at once. "Are you asking me to go down for this influential friend of yours? Oh, Ken how could you? I thought you loved me!" The tears were starting to come, making him all the more nervous.
"I do love you Judy, more than you know, and if I wasn't so indebted to these people I would never ask it. It's just a favor I'm asking you to do for me. It won't change anything between us, baby. I'll always love just you. Besides, Mr. Hirsch will treat you real nice. I've told him how much you mean to me!"
He had fooled her and suddenly she was ashamed she had protested. "Well, if it will really help you darling, alright. Just keep telling me you love me, and I'll do anything you ask!"
Ken breathed a deep sigh of relief. She was his and she was hooked, just like all the rest. Judy was another puppet on his string.
Half an hour after the Showcase had closed, Judy was sitting outside in Ken Henry's imagine black limousine, as he had requested. It was such a luxurious car. Judy wondered, just how much did Ken owe these people. A moment later, Ken came out through a side door, locked it and slid into the front seat beside her.
Without a word, he turned and covered her mouth with a long, sensuous kiss; gliding his tongue past her teeth to the back of her mouth. She sighed, wishing he would take her back into his office and slip it to her again. But then it was over. His lips released hers. He swung around and started the engine. "I just called Mr. Hirsch and he'll be expecting us. Better get on the move!"
Judy settled back as the car began to move. Her thoughts were of her husband, Bob. How would she break the news of her love for Ken? Could she? It was all so confusing. Everything was happening so fast.
The limousine pulled into a long private drive. Several minutes later it came to a stop before a huge, palatial estate. Ken left the engine running. "Well baby, here we are. Be extra nice to Mr. Hirsch and you'll be doing us both a favor. Incidentally, one of his people will drive you home afterwards. I'll see you at the club tomorrow night." He turned and kissed her again, quickly this time. Then she stepped out, shut the door and listened, as Ken disappeared into the darkness.
There must have been a hundred steps up to the front door of the mansion. With each one, Judy was less and less sure about what she was doing. Finally, standing before the huge wooden doors, she was tempted to turn and run. Her love for Ken made her pick up the heavy brass knocker and let it drop. Moments later, the door opened. She was facing a stout little man, in his middle or late sixties.
"Ah, you must be Judy Franklin. Won't you come in, please!" Cautiously moving past the big man, Judy walked into a wide hallway.
"My name, as you undoubtedly know, is Jerome Hirsch. I've been quite anxiously expecting you!"
Jerome Hirsch had a growling voice, and Judy guessed him to be either some sort of political figure or a gangster. He was several inches shorter than she, dressed in a silk smoking jacket and velvet trousers. A long cigarette holder dangled from his left hand; a martini held in his right. Except for a fringe of hair on the sides of his wide head, he was completely bald. Judy stood studying him apprehensively and he could sense her fear.
"Now, now young lady. Relax! I really don't bite. Come in and have a drink. You'll feel much better, believe me!"
They moved to the den, with its rich furnishings. Judy quickly took a seat in a tall-back chair. Hirsch moved behind the bar and fixed a tall Scotch for her. She wanted desperately to call Ken and have him come and take her away from this fat old man, but remembering his request she resigned herself to doing as Mr. Hirsch requested.
He was coming over to her now, handing her the drink in his diamond-studded hand. "In case you're curious, Miss Franklin, I made my fortune in plastics. I am quite respected in business circles. Several years ago my wife passed away and I have been terribly lonely ever since. That's why you are here. With all my money, I am most unhappy and desperately need companionship, but I suppose all these things are unimportant."
Judy couldn't help it. She was suddenly feeling sorry for this lonely old man. He seemed to have everything, and yet really so little. Taking the drink, she lifted her free hand and wrapped it around his chubby fingers. "I know how it feels to be lonely, Mr. Hirsch and I'll do everything I can to cheer you up!"
"I ask very little of you, Miss Franklin. If you could simply stay for a few hours and talk to me, that would do me a world of good!" His big droopy eyes were sad and she was moved, feeling a strange affection for him.
"I'll do better than that, Mr. Hirsch. Take me to your bedroom and I'll make you feel young again!"
He lifted her from the seat with great ease and carried her from the. room. Judy watched as they went up a long spiral staircase, down another long hallway and into the lush master bedroom. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Miss Franklin!" He put her down gently.
Hirsch was like a big, fat machine, waddling over to the huge four-poster bed and with a thud fell back onto it. He untied his imagine jacket, carefully folded it and laid it upon the night table. Judy could see now just how overweight he actually was, and the thought of pleasing him didn't exactly leave her thrilled.
She began stripping; first the coat and blouse, then the shoes and pants. She stood over him in bra and panties while his eyes widened in excitement. She slid the lacy panties down to the floor, stepped out and unhooked her bra, letting it fall.
Hirsch let out a few animal grunts as his stubby cock began to slowly rise between his thick legs.
Judy mounted him, planting a wet loving kiss on his big lips. She could feel the hardening bulge press into her belly. Hirsch was panting in her mouth. His cock, thick and firm, was swollen now with lust. She wondered if the poor old guy had any sex since his wife died. Probably not. She would make it extra nice for him. She pushed herself up from him.
"Would you like to take a good close look at my tits?" She watched as his large hands covered her hardening white orbs. He was squeezing the flesh; kneading, rubbing and massaging with both hands. Then one slid down and she winced as she felt two stiff fingers ram into the warm wetness of her cunt. She was juicing all over them. His big fingers hurt a bit, but gave her more pleasure than pain. He had three fingers in her now and was using them in strange movements that widened her hole and increased her excitement. She began to lunge forward with his strokes, as little high-pitched yelps jumped from her throat.
He was staring at her intently, waiting to know if he dare proceed any further or if he had already gone too far. She saw the doubt in his expression and quickly reached under her stomach, grabbing his thick hunk of male meat. She rubbed the great tool in the palm of her hand, massaging it with almost loving affection. She could feel his sturdy loins arch as the tremor of excitement ran through him. Her invitation to him was far from subtle.
Judy was panting now as his eager wet mouth sucked her tits. He was slobbering his wet saliva all over the nude orbs, as she moaned louder, spreading her legs wider for him to settle his heavy prick between. She felt the big dick slap against then rest on her hairy mound.
Reaching down with two fingertips, she pressed the long shaft downwards until the bulbous head slithered into her gash. The moment the hot knob parted her cunt lips, she raised her hips. It was the thickest thing she had ever felt. Deeper and further he drove the rod until she wondered if he would ever get it all in.
Hirsch was panting heavily. His head fell forward and his open mouth met hers. She parted her lips quickly as his hot tongue, also thick, jammed into her smallish mouth. His thick cock, meanwhile, packed and stretched her cunt. No wonder he had used his fingers to enlarge her twat before going in. His every movement had her grunting and gasping for breath. Her eyes were shut tight. No man could ever give more cock than she was getting from Mr. Hirsch. She wanted to give him a little extra something.
Sliding off of his throbbing meat, Judy moved down between his legs until she was practically kneeling on the floor. Then she began crawling up to meet him. Just when she was inches away from his prick, Hirsch swung his legs around her back and held her to him in a vice-like grip. She reached up and took the massive tool in the palm of her hand. It grew even harder as she massaged its shaft, pushing back the big flab of foreskin below the head. Then her lips moved in, kissing the bulbous head in tiny circles, licking the salty juices she had poured all over it.
The lips went further, taking the entire head into her mouth; scratching the base with the chewing motion of her teeth, while her tongue began lapping up the long stem.
The big man's movements were growing frantic. He began bouncing all over the bed, whipping her head in all directions, letting out bellowing coughs and grunts.
She took him further, swallowing the whole of his cock; gnawing, licking, blowing, sucking the huge tool. Her right hand came into action. It reached up and grabbed the man's balls, sack and all. She squeezed the nuts harder and harder. Hirsch was ecstatic. The whole bed shook with his jerks and jumps. She squeezed harder, banging the big nuts together, splitting them apart, and banging them together again.
He couldn't take anymore. With a mighty leap and an enormous grunt, he shot his steaming white load into her mouth and down her throat. Judy gagged on the burning come, swallowed and gagged some more. Soon thereafter, they had both dressed and were down in the den.
"Won't you have another drink, Miss Franklin?"
"No thank you, Mr. Hirsch. I really should be going!" Now, there was something almost warm about the big man standing before her, so pleased and grateful.
"Very well, then. I'll ring the servant's quarters and have a car brought around." With that, he left the room. Judy sat back to enjoy a long last sip of his expensive Scotch. A few moments later he returned with an envelope in his hand.
"Let me show you to the door!" They walked into the hallway and as they reached the door, Judy leaned over and tenderly kissed his forehead. "I hope I was able to please you and take away a little of the loneliness." Hirsch was slipping the envelope into her coat pocket.
"My dear, that was the nicest time I've ever spent with a young lady. I shall always be grateful. Perhaps we could meet again sometime soon?" Judy flashed a warm smile. "Yes, I'd like that!"
The door opened and in walked a sleepy-eyed, well-dressed chauffeur. He stood as erect as the hour would allow. "Madam!" Judy felt elegant as she followed him down the steps to the long limousine in the driveway. Hirsch stood on the steps waving as they drove off into the night.
Once on the highway, she remembered the envelope hidden in her pocket. Pulling it out, she broke the seal. Her eyes dropped at the sight of five one-hundred dollar bills. Ken had been right. His special customers were quite generous. She quietly began to laugh.
Everything was so beautiful. Ken loved her, or so she thought. She had a job she enjoyed, and had some great connections with some very influential people. What could possibly go wrong?