Chapter 9
"Of course you're invited, Betty darling," Stella spoke into the black plastic mouthpiece of the phone. "You invitation's already in the mail. Now don't forget, it's two weeks from this Saturday."
Stella Bogen busily made all the arrangements for her niece's wedding. There were a great many details to take care of. And she still had to see about the daily operation of the Skyline Motel. Things were pretty hectic.
Stella had offered to make Brad a partner in the business, and she was overjoyed when he accepted. With him living on the premises, she wouldn't be losing a cunt, only gaining a nice stiff prick. As a matter-of-fact, Chris and Brad were going to spend their wedding night in her bed, with her in it The guest list had already been drawn up, and the invitations mailed. Stella invited all the best of her whores. She wasn't going to let Chris' wedding become some kind of stuffy affair. With plenty of cunts and tits to go around, everyone would be sure to have a good time. And Stella had a lot of good customers with big dicks she wanted to have at the reception.
Stella was really going to make sure her niece's wedding would be an affair nobody would ever forget Chris was going to be married by a priest who was one of Stella's best customers. No Saturday night would go by without finding Father Toben snuggling into the warmth of Peggy Rodger's black cunt Stella thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Calling out, she asked whoever it was to come in. She was pleasantly surprised to see the handsome face of Chris' fianc‚ coming towards her. And he didn't look all too happy.
"Can I talk to you for a minute, Stella?" He asked, standing before her large desk.
"Sure, honey. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me and Chris, but I don't want to take advantage of you. You're spending an awful lot of money on our wedding, and I'm not going to be able to pay you back for some time to come."
"Is that all that's worrying you?" Stella asked, laughing at the silliness of Brad's words.
Standing up, Stella walked around from behind her desk, swinging her lush hips as she moved. Her eyes remained fixed on his covered crotch as she licked her lips broadly. Wrapping her arms around Brad's strong neck, she snuggled her braless tits against the solid hardness of his athletic build.
Crushing her lips onto his, the beautiful woman ground her body against the hardening lump of flesh between his legs. Her long tongue pushed its way into the hot cavern of his mouth, licking at the sweet taste of his saliva.
"I don't do anything I don't want to, do, understand?" Stella asked, pulling her moist lips from his. "I'm throwing this bash because I want to, and that's the end of that."
"I understand," Brad replied, letting his fingertips drift to the rounded swells of her wild ass.
"See that you do," she smiled, responding to the feel of his big hands on her sweet bottom. "Now then, if you really want to show me your appreciation, let's do it over here. Okay?"
Stella took hold of Brad's arm and led him to the leather sofa against one of the walls of the office. Smiling wantonly, she lowered herself to the smooth animal skin, and lifted up the hem of her mini-skirt. She wore no panties and Brad had a wonderful view of her naked, hairy mound.
Lifting her legs up into the air, Stella reached between her thighs and pried the quivering lips of her pussy open for the handsome stud's personal inspection.
"Now this is the way to thank me," Stella said, reaching up and grabbing a handful of the man's long hair. "Just like this," she added, pushing his face into the churning heat of her sopping wet cunt.
Brad Philips showed his appreciation for the rest of the day.