Chapter 5
The following afternoon, Stella Bogen sat in her richly furnished office, looking over some bills. Her concentration was broken by the sound of the phone. Still looking down at the papers spread out across her desk, she brought the receiver to her ear.
"Stella Bogen here," she said, sounding very business-like and proper.
"Hello, Stella," a deeply masculine voice answered. "This is Eddie Youngblood."
After thinking for a few seconds, Stella remembered the sound of the man's Louisiana twang. Eddie was one of the businessmen who always arranged to have his sales meetings at the Skyline Motel. He knew Stella could supply just what he was looking for in the way of entertainment.
"Hello, Eddie darling," Stella replied, her voice suddenly soft and sexily pitched. "How have you been?"
Stella and Eddie chatted for a little while, then got down to business. He was holding another sales meeting the following week, and needed about twenty girls to fill out the evenings fun.
Stella thought for a few seconds before agreeing to the deal. She was a bit hesitant by the size of the order. Ten or fifteen girls were always easy to find, but twenty sexy broads was going to take a little hustling.
After the phone call, she immediately unlocked the lower draw of her desk. Pulling it open, she withdrew a small address book. The leather-bound book has a listing of her most reliable women. Before long, she had lined up eleven "dates" for her friend's meeting. Getting the rest of the chicks wouldn't be too hard, Stella thought, turning her attentions back to the bills sprawled out before her.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Stella soon found herself at the bar that night, as usual. Talking to the wife-whores as they came in, she soon found another five women for the following week's activities. Nursing a tall scotch and soda, Stella gazed absentmindedly into the mirror behind the bar. A soft, warm voice brought her back to reality.
"Excuse me," the strange woman said. "Are you Stella Bogen?"
The owner of the Skyline Motel spun on her bar stool to face the woman with the sweet voice. She was pleasantly surprised to see that the youngish woman had a body to match her incredible voice.
"Yes, I am," Stella said, returning the woman's sexy smile. "What can I do for you?"
"My name's Betty. Betty Denard," she began. "A girl friend of mine suggested I come see you. I need a little extra money. She said you might be able to help me."
Stella wasn't the least bit surprised by what she said. Many of the women who picked up men at the motel were turned on to the work through other friends. It wasn't rare for neighbors to come looking for men together.
But there weren't many women as great looking as Betty Denard earning their keep by whoring. This housewife was really something special. Her tall frame was clothed in an ultra-short minidress, cut just enough to cover her hairy mound. The top of her dress featured a neckline which cut into the swollen globes of her exciting tits.
But the most striking thing about the woman was her exquisite face. Betty had one of the most angelic faces Stella had ever scene. There was a strange, virginal quality about the woman which made the motel owner's cunt lips quiver in anticipation.
"Perhaps I can help," Stella said, slipping off of her stool. "Why don't we talk for a little while?"
Sliding her arm into Betty's, Stella didn't wait for her answer. Leading her across the slowly filling room, both women were soon swallowed up in the shadows of the back booths. A solitary candle in the middle of the table cast a warm glow over their faces.
"I assume your friend told you what kind of work I can help you with," Stella said, her eyes straying to the dark valley between the girl's massive boobs.
"Yes, she did," Betty replied, her eyes staring downward.
"I must say," Stella continued, "you don't look like the type of woman who usually works for me. You look a little innocent Stella was a good judge of character, and knew the woman sitting opposite her had never whored before. It was important to find out whether or not she knew what the score was. A hysterical amateur was one thing the Skyline Motel didn't need.
"I really need the money," Betty said, her eyes pleading. I'll do anything necessary to get my hands on some bread."
Betty Denard was desperate. She was addicted to gambling, and had run up quite a tab with some of the local book makers and loan sharks. Unless she got hold of some money quickly, they would collect it from her husband. And that was the thing she was so frightened about.
Stella could read the desperation in the girl's beautiful eyes. She had seen that very same look on many women. It looked like Betty would be just right for the Skyline operation, but Stella still had to be certain.
Taking a last sip from the glass before her, Stella-climbed to her feet. Towering over the still-seated woman, she thrust her chest out, showing off the ripeness of her exciting body.
"Perhaps it would be easier to talk in my room?" Stella said, her eyes stealing down the front of Betty's dress.
Without saying a word, the sexy housewife rose to her feet. There was no question as to the meaning of Stella's words. Betty had come prepared to show her just how obliging die could be. Smiling warmly, she followed her new boss out of the dimly lit room.
In the bright light of the elevator, Stella had her first chance to give Betty a good looking over. The girl was even more beautiful than she had originally thought She looked about five feet four, but the tall high heels she wore added another three or four inches to her height In the bright light, she looked about twenty-five years old. Her lovely face was framed by cascading, honey-brown hair. Her smooth skin needed very little makeup. Her neck was gracefully long as she held her head proudly. Stella could see the hardened nipples of her breasts pushing against the thin material of her dress.
As they stepped from the elevator, Stella let her hand rest against one of Betty's thrillingly rounded buttocks. She could feel the woman tense beneath her touch as she allowed her fingers to gently massage the wonderful fullness.
Inside her lush apartment, Stella steered Betty to the comfortable sofa. Then she prepared drinks. Even with her back to the seated woman, she could feel the nervousness radiating from her lovely body.
"Here you are darling," Stella said, holding one of the drinks to her guest Betty took the glass hastily and lifted it to her full lips. With one quick swallow, she downed a goodly portion of the powerful drink. Stella sat beside her, their thighs touching softly.
"You really should relax, dear," Stella said, placing a warm hand on the smoothness of the younger woman's knee.
Betty's eyes looked helplessly appealing. She shifted her gaze from Stella face to the dainty hand on her knee, and back to her glass. Smiling warmly, Stella sipped her drink, waiting for her new friend to speak.
"I've ... I've never made it with another woman before," Betty said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
Stella was beside herself with joy. She suspected the girl was a virgin to the Lesbian way of life, and the thought thrilled her. There was nothing more exciting than taking a sexy virgin to bed. She loved the idea of teaching her guest all the forbidden secrets of love between two women.
"Making it with a chick is the most natural thing in the world," Stella told her, as she slowly massaged the warm skin of her firm, inner thigh. "All you have to do is relax and enjoy it."
Betty took her advice. Letting her eyes drift closed, she sank back into the softness of the couch while uncrossing her long graceful legs. Excitement surged through Stella as she watched the young woman's knees slowly separating.
Betty trembled as she felt Stella's hand slowly traveling up the length of her thigh. She could feel the sharpness of her fingernails through the taut, almost black nylon that covered her legs.
Betty looked as though she was going into a trance as she allowed Stella's hand to roam over her skin. Even as she felt her glass being taken from her, she kept her eyes tightly closed.
Stella could see her guest's breathing deepen as she pushed her hand into damp heat of her fleece-covered crotch. A very soft, low-pitched moan slipped from Betty's lips as she felt the older woman's experienced fingers thrilling her nylon-covered twat.
"You really are very beautiful, my darling," Stella told her, pressing her lips to the girl's right ear.
As she snuggled against Betty's side, Stella's fat tit pushed against her arm, sending electric shocks racing through the little whore's blood. While her fingers played in the moist darkness, her long tongue toyed with the pretty earlobe. Slipping her hand into the elastic waistband of Betty's pantyhose, Stella lowered her lips to the long, graceful curve of her neck.
Betty was amazed at how wonderful Stella's fingers felt. She had wanted to make it with a woman for as long as she could remember, but this was the first time she hadn't chickened out Stella was pleased at the way her guest's body was humping against her probing fingers. Without so much as the thinness of her nylon stockings in the way, Stella could explore her cunt just as much as she wanted to.
Betty's jaw slackened and her mouth dropped open as she felt Stella's fingertips thrilling the hardened nub of her erect clitoris. She quivered to the touch of the strong hand parting her moist cunt lips. Her stomach was tied up in knots as Stella intruded into the soft, sensitive folds of her pussy.
Stella's lips showered the girl's neck and shoulders with wet, hot kisses before she lowered her face into the darkened valley between her massive breasts. Pulling the material of her dress out of the way, she lifted one of those treasured mounds from the confines of her garments.
Betty could already feel the first tremors of her approaching orgasm as Stella's lips encircled the hardened tip of her right boob. Her hand drifted to the back of the older woman's neck as she enjoyed the marvelously experienced tit sucking she was receiving.
While her mouth devoured the great mound of soft, hot flesh, Stella rammed two fingers deep into the woman's dripping cunt hole. She thrilled to the strength of Betty's muscles as she felt them clamp down onto her delving fingers.
Betty might have been a Lesbian virgin when she walked into the Skyline Motel that night, but she was learning fast. Flames of lust were engulfing her as she pushed her body against Stella's.
"Why don't we get you all nice and comfortable?" Stella suddenly asked, lifting her face off Betty saliva-coated tit The young woman's cunt muscles strained to hold Stella's fingers, but it was no use. With a new longing in her passionate eyes, she felt the fingers slipping from her velvet-lined chamber.
Stella slid off the sofa onto the floor in front of her beautiful virgin. While Betty looked on, she took hold of the young woman's foot, and carefully slipped her high-heel shoe off. Then, bowing her head, the she pressed the fullness of her hot mouth to the tightly drawn nylon covering her foot Betty was more than shocked by Stella's actions. She just hadn't been prepared for the loving treatment she was receiving. The feel of her hostess' lips raced up the entire length of her turned on body.
Stella covered the dainty foot with kisses, dampening the taut nylon. As she felt the woman's body shuddering with excitement, she slowly began to travel up the beautiful leg. Her lips thrilled to the smooth warmth of Betty's sweet-smelling skin. While her mouth worked against the tight flesh, her fingers began to massage the strong muscles.
Betty felt Stella's mouth on her ankles and calves, on the round hardness of her knees. She felt her fingers digging into the deliciously sensitive thighs. In another few moments, she could feel Stella climbing to her knees, and pressing her face into the burning heat between her trembling legs.
Stella's nostrils filled with the pungent smells of her guest's throbbing cunt as she pressed her mouth to the gaping slit of her pussy. Caught up in the excitement of her own actions, she clamped her mouth against the dripping gash. Sucking with all her might, the flavor of Betty's twat seeped through the thin, almost black nylon to fill her hungry mouth.
Stella's tongue lashed out time and time again, bringing throbbing, pulsing life to Betty's cunt. And as she worked, her hands moved to the elastic waistband of the girl's pantyhose. Still sucking the bright pink folds of flesh, Stella began to yank down the erotic garment.
Betty was more than glad to help. She lifted her ass off the sofa, making it easier for the stockings to be removed. She thrilled to the cool air caressing her naked legs, and responding to the experienced touch of hands and mouth on her bare skin.
With nothing between her lips and the younger woman's cunt, Stella shoved her face back into the churning heat of her fleece-covered mound. Clamping her mouth back onto the sensitive flesh, she allowed her teeth to gently take hold of the throbbingly erect nub of her clitorois. Very carefully, Stella rolled the center of Betty's lusts on the sharp edges of her teeth, sending wild tremors crashing through the woman's mind.
Betty's secretions overflowed into Stella's mouth, coating the walls of her mouth with the thick, sweet cream of her passion. The sounds of her hard working lips filled the room, along with the delicious aroma of burning sex.
Betty shoved her body against Stella's face, grinding her cunt against the older woman's face. She thrilled to the feel of her cunt lips being pried open, and the soft wetness of the hot tongue forcing its way inside the steaming chamber.
With her lips covered by a thick coating of Betty's secretions, Stella pulled her face from between her legs and stood up. While the younger woman watched, her hostess' long tongue licked the sweet juices from her face.
Betty's dress was bunched up around her waist, offering Stella the irresistible sight of her naked pussy, hot and ready for the release of her orgasm. Swaying her hips sensually as she moved, Stella stepped closer to the still-seated woman. Bending at the waist, her ripe melons hanging downward, she pressed her lips to Betty's.
The woman could taste the remains of her own cunt on Stella's lips as she hungrily sucked away at the older woman's mouth. Greedily pushing her tongue into the hot chamber of her mouth, she thrilled to the flavor of her own cunt.
While they kissed, Stella let her fingers caress the exposed mounds of her friend's tits. Her hands dug into the soft lushness of Betty's flesh, twisting and kneading the heavy melons excitedly.
And Betty, still trembling from the feel of Stella's mouth between her legs, reached out to cup her treasures. As their tongues lashed within the heat of their steaming mouths, the young woman's fingers slipped into the gaping neckline of Stella's sexy dress.
"Come, darling," Stella said, standing up straight and holding her hand out Betty was no longer the Hesitant, passive virgin she was when she walked into the Skyline Motel. Now, she was eager to taste the forbidden fruits of Lesbian love. She longed for the chance to suck Stella's cunt, play with her tits and explore the hidden most recesses of her fascinating body. Hopping to her feet, the hem of her obscenely cut dress still around her waist, Betty took hold of the outstretched hand. In the soothing shadows of her dimly lit bedroom, Stella led her friend to the softness of her huge bed. On a tall stack of pillows, Betty allowed herself to relax as she watched her hostess cross the room towards the record player.
Thumbing through her collection, Stella finally found just the one she was looking for. It was wild, West Coast rock band, specializing in suggestively erotic material Turning the volume up, the room was soon filled with the loud, pulsing rhythms of the exciting band.
"Do you like grass?" Stella asked, walking over to the small table at the side of the bed.
Pot was another of those things Betty had always wanted to try, but just never got around to doing. Eager for a chance to enjoy the potent drug, she nodded yes.
Stella pulled a small wooden box from the table's only drawer, and opened it She spilled some crudely rolled cigarettes on the table, along with a small vile of grass and some rolling papers. Picking up a pack of matches, she lit the end of a joint. Drawing as deeply as she could, Stella filled her lungs with the drugged smoke. Small bits of hash had been mixed into the pot, and it was a little difficult not to choke on the powerful smoke.
Smiling warmly, she took the joint from her lips and pressed it to Betty's. Then she lit a second joint all for herself. The room quickly filled with the sweetly strong aroma of the burning weed.
Betty coughed violently as she felt the acrid smoke burning the inside of her throat. But once she caught her breath, she was more careful. After a few puffs, she had acquired the knack for it and was already beginning to feel some of the pleasant sensations spreading throughout her body.
After a few more pulls on the joint, Stella moved back into the center of the room. Her body began to move with the throbbing excitement of the record. Moving her hands to the back of her dress, she slowly lowered the zipper.
As Betty watched carefully, Stella's garment slipped down the length of her body, coming to rest in a soft puddle around her ankles. She was shocked by the sudden nudity before her. Stella hadn't bothered to wear anything beneath her dress, and was totally nude, her body swaying to the wild music filling the room.
Stepping from her high heels, Stella made her way back to the bed, and the woman waiting for her. Dropping the small remains of her joint into a nearby ash tray, she climbed onto the bed. Her naked tits bounced heavily as she moved.
By this time, the pot had done its wonders on both women. Betty held her arms open for the older woman, and was thrilled as Stella snuggled her body against the lushness of her naked tits. As they lay in each other's arms, their lips sought the warmth and sweetness of their hungry mouths.
"Now it's your turn, darling," Stella said, pulling her face from Betty's. "Why don't you slip out of that dress of yours? I'm dying to see you."
Betty knew she had a fantastic body, and was eager to show it off to her new lover. Jumping off the bed, she rushed to the center of the room. The record had stopped, and she quickly flipped it over.
Stella allowed her hands to thrill her own cunt as she watched the delightfully obscene show Betty was putting on for her benefit She took every opportunity to tease her hostess as she slipped out of her sexy dress. Totally nude, she looked die very essence of erotic beauty. Her fingers toyed with the heavy melons hanging down from her body. The palms of her hands rubbed against the hard nubs of her nipples making them throb with desire.
By the time Betty returned to the arms of her lover, Stella's hands were covered with the thick cream of her own cunt While she had watched her undressing, she had finger-fucked herself into a wonderful state of readiness.
"All right, darling," Stella said, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. "Now you're going to get your first taste of a nice, sopping pussy. Come here."
Stella voice was strong and dominant as she wrapped her fingers in the honey-colored hair of the younger woman. The muscles in her strong arms tensed as she dragged Betty's face into the boiling heat of her hungry cunt Betty yielded to the rough handling. In a few moments she found herself drinking the thick cream from Stella's cunt Her nostrils flared with the pungent aroma of the woman's hole as the wild secretions filled her mouth.
Betty was a natural cunt sucker. Feeling the wetness of Stella's body smeared across her face fired the flames of lust deep within her quivering belly. Her mind was insane with the powerful forces of her own passions and the strong pot she had smoked. Sucking Stella's cunt seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. Her full lips sought out the hardness of the woman's throbbing clit, and she chewed the erect nub until Stella thrashed beneath her.
Stella's legs wrapped around her friend's neck, pulling Betty deeper and deeper into the crushing heat of her cunt. She thrilled to the feel of her teeth and lips and tongue doing the most wonderfully obscene things to her pussy.
Squirming around on the dampened bedsheets, Stella was able to press her face into the welcoming warmth of the other's twat As Betty's lips increased the lust within her own body, Stella drank the sweetness from her thrilling cunt And together, they orgasmed. Together, their bodies found the ultimate release of their desires. Locked with their heads between each other's legs, the room filled with the wet, slurping sounds of their hard-working mouths.
When It was all over, Stella was the first to lift her face out of the womanly dampness. Her face was covered with Betty's hot juices. Smiling wantonly, she crawled towards the night table and grabbed another joint. Pressing it between her lips, she lit it and dragged great lungfuls of smoke into her lungs.
"I'd always wanted to taste a woman's body," Betty said as the burning joint was passed to her.
"Do you like it?" Stella asked, certain of the answer before she asked the question.
But Betty didn't reply. Still holding a great cloud of drugged smoke in her lungs, she crawled back into the mature woman's arms. Passing the joint back and forth between them, they enjoyed the floating sensations the pot brought on.
After a long while, Betty turned her face up to Stella's. They kissed briefly, then she spoke.
"Have you ever used a dildo on yourself?" Betty asked, her voice a secretive whisper.
Stella laughed loudly at the naivety of the question, but she quickly apologized for her sudden outburst Her fingertips caressing the tautly drawn skin of Betty's cheek, she told the her that she had, many times. At her lover's urgings, Stella hopped out of bed to retrieve one of her many rubber shafts. Choosing the biggest, blackest dildo she owned, Stella returned.
Betty was fascinated by the tool Stella held out to her. With trembling fingers, she took hold of the cool rubber rod. She was amazed at how life-like the tool felt as she pressed it to the heavy globes of her tits.
"Would you like to feel it inside you?" Stella asked, gently taking the exciting toy from her hands.
Betty nodded happily as she rolled over onto her back. Spreading her legs, she invited the older woman to enjoy her juicy slit. She lifted her legs up in the air, and opened them just as far as she could.
Stella didn't need a second invitation. Grasping the length of black rubber between her strong fingers, she crawled back into the churning heat between the graceful legs.
Betty caught her breath as she felt the swollen head of the robber dick pressing against the trembling lips of her burning cunt Fear of the thick shaft made her squirm from beneath the attacking rod, but Stella held her tightly, pushing the head of the phony cock against the erect pulsing of her clit Coating the tool with Betty's juices, Stella suddenly shoved the rubber rod forward, ramming it into the heat of her pussy. The girl screamed as she felt her pussy lips strain to take the incredible thickness.
But Betty's hungry cunt soon adjusted to the hard strength of Stella's dildo, and she began to enjoy the now pistoning rod. Her hips began to thrust upwards, to gobble the mighty tool into her waiting, throbbing belly.
And while her hands directed the surging force of the dildo, Stella lowered her face to the swollen globes of Betty's delicious breasts. Her full lips encircled one of the woman's hard nipples, and she sucked it into the moist heat of her mouth. Stella's tongue lashed back and forth over the throbbing nub, knowing the effect her lips and tongue would have on the thrashing girl.
Stella could feel the juices of Betty's cunt drenching the rubber shaft as she humped her body up to meet the delving length. Every muscle in her body throbbed as she drove herself to the second orgasm of the night But Stella had other plans for the young woman. Yanking the tool out of Betty's deep hole, she dug her sharp-tipped fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of the housewife's hip, and turned the girl over onto her flat stomach.
Betty was too drugged to know what was happening. Suddenly, without the long length of cock in her belly, the soft folds of her cunt cried out for something to fill the gap. Instead, she felt Stella's fingers pulling open the half spheres of her lovely buttocks.
Slippery from the juices of her twat, Stella positioned the swollen head of the dildo against the tight ring of Betty's anus. The muscles of her arm tightening, she began to press the hard rubber into the tiny, puckered hole.
"No ... no!" Betty screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "It's too big. Get it out!"
Stella ignored the woman's pleas as she continued to drive the dildo into the unyielding flesh of her ass. Her free hand slid around beneath the thrashing woman, and she began fingering her sopping wet cunt.
Tears of pain overflowed Betty's eyes as she felt her anus give in to the powerful intruder. She could feel the sensitive walls of ass-hole tear as they strained to accommodate the delving rod.
Yet, with all the pain crushing through her body, the touch of Stella's fingertips on her aching cunt spread a pleasant warmth from her belly to the other parts of her body. And soon, the exploring shaft in her ass didn't feel quite as painful as it had before.
Stella could see her beginning to enjoy the obscene feel of the dildo driven up her ass. She listened as Betty's cries of pain slowly changed to whimperings of pleasure.
Betty's mind was a swirling inferno of confused lust. She didn't understand the feelings that were spreading throughout her body. All the pain was still there, but somehow, it didn't seem to make any difference. The only thing that mattered was her approaching orgasm.
And that was an orgasm Stella wanted to share. Letting go of the shaft of rubber in Betty's ass, she lifted the younger woman up to her hands and knees.
Betty did as her lover's urging fingers told her to. Crouching on the bed, her face still against the sheets, she waited for Stella's next move. The thick rod plunged into her bottom sent electrical shocks cursing through her bloodstream.
Stella climbed to her knees, and snuggled up behind Betty. Her heavy tits rested against the girl's sweating back as she reached around to fondle her magnificent breasts. Edging herself forward, the mature woman pressed her throbbing clit to the stub of black rubber sticking out of the deep crevice of Betty's ass.
Betty felt Stella humping against her. She felt her thrillingly exciting herself on the exposed stub of the dildo. She could feel the incredible heat of Stella's body against the sweating smoothness of the back of her legs.
Stella drove her body against the stub of the black rubber like a woman possessed. She wanted to catch up with her young friend, enjoy the thrilling fulfillment of the sex act with her. Hanging onto those heavy mounds of tit meat, she slammed the full weight of her body against Betty again and again.
And each time Stella thrust her body forward, it drove the black dildo that much deeper into Betty's horny body. She wanted to share the ecstasy with her young friend.
In a frenzied, violent swirl of thrashing bodies, Stella and Betty orgasmed. Their sweat intermixed as the powerful forces of lust and passion propelled them to the very heights of joy.
Stella entertained her for the rest of the night. And before Betty Denard left the Skyline Motel the following morning, she had agreed to be at the following week's sales meeting. Stella was sure the woman would be the hit of the evenings fun and games.