Chapter 3
Tiffany was prompt for her appointment. She opened the door to her lawyer's office and entered an L-shaped room. A brunette tapped away at a typewriter, a dictaphone headset plugging her ears. Tiffany moved into the secretary's range of vision.
"Who are you?" the brunette asked gruffly.
"Tiffany King. I have an appointment."
"Yeah, right." Gum popped in the secretary's mouth as she turned away. "Miss Johanson!" she yelled. "Ya got a client!"
Freeda Johanson greeted Tiffany as though their last meeting had been a day instead of a month ago. She wrapped her arm around the young woman's shoulder and led her into a private office.
"Welcome to New York," Freeda said, closing the door behind them to silence the annoying sounds of the typewriter. "Have a seat. Where are you staying?"
"I'm subletting an apartment as of this morning, actually."
"I guess you know your business, but is that wise?" Freeda asked, moving around the office, her black outfit hugging her full figure snugly.
"What do you mean?" Tiffany questioned.
"An apartment is an expensive proposition for-"
The telephone rang, and Freeda excused herself. She shoved a stack of manila folders to one side of her desk and perched on its edge to take the call. Her black dress was an advertisement for the opulent, blonde body it covered. The skirt rose high on the womanly curves of her smooth thighs as she began to argue with the caller in a tough voice.
With one foot on the floor and the other dangling in the air, the skirt was stretched to its limit. She hiked it higher, exposing the garters holding her nylons. Bare flesh sat above the tops of her stockings.
Tiffany thought the woman looked and acted like a slut. Her dress, her movements, her hiking her skirt nearly high enough to expose her pussy combined to fill the small office with a strange, erotic power. Tiffany's eyes were drawn to the darkness between her lawyer's legs. She felt uncomfortable, but couldn't look away.
The phone was finally slammed into the cradle. Freeda folded her arms over her mountain of breasts. "That call was about you."
"Me?"
"Yes, and your inheritance."
"Is there a problem?" Tiffany asked, her voice showing the worry pounding in her heart. She was counting on her inheritance, her meager savings just enough to get her by until her twenty-first birthday in two months. Without it, she would have to go back home, a thought that made her shoulders sag.
"Possibly," Freeda said, sliding off her desk and pacing the room. "As you know, I'm not the administrator of your late uncle's estate."
"No, his third wife's son, Neil Farris, is."
"And Mr. Farris has not elected to answer any of my letters. Seems he's been in Europe spending a lot of your uncle's money. But he's back now."
"That money belongs to me. He can't keep it from me, can he?"
"Legally, no. But he can drag out the proceedings for months on end. And that's just what that bastard intends to do."
"But I need that money. It's mine! He has no right to do this." Tiffany began to sob. "I can't go home. I won't go home! I want my money!" She began to cry harder.
Freeda came over and lifted Tiffany out of the chair. She hugged the weeping woman, pulling her close, letting her hands drift along Tiffany's back.
"Don't cry. That won't solve anything," Freeda whispered. "You can stay. You can get a job until we get this worked out. Hush, now."
Freeda stroked Tiffany's hair as she held the distressed girl to her bosom. Tiffany continued to cry as Freeda's hands glided over her shoulders, her fingers gently massaging, soothing the tension. Freeda separated them and lifted Tiffany's face with a closed hand placed delicately beneath her chin.
Freeda's eyes danced over damp cheeks before her mouth lowered to Tiffany's trembling lips. Lightly, tenderly, the buxom blonde kissed the wet mouth of her client.
Tiffany stopped crying. At that moment, she had something more to think about than money. Her lips were pressed against another woman's lips, their bodies touching, her mouth about to be invaded by a searching tongue. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She definitely wasn't repulsed by the woman's advance, but she didn't think love between women was proper. Yet, Freeda's lips felt so soft and comforting that she didn't want to pull away. And a kiss is just a kiss.
Freeda's tongue forced itself between Tiffany's lips, then between her teeth. Reluctantly at first, Tiffany allowed the strong, insistent muscle to enter her mouth. Their tongues connected then gently played as Tiffany felt a warmth build in her pussy. Her arms closed around Freeda's body and pulled, their tits smashing together as an odd passion flamed within her.
Tiffany kissed her lawyer with sudden urgency, her tongue darting and playful, as though she were in the arms of a man, her hips slowly rocking as if to stimulate an erection from the teasing pressure of her rubbing pussy.
Freeda's mouth moved down to Tiffany's neck, her lips nibbling and caressing, her tongue leaving streaks of dampness upon her skin. Tiffany's head tilted back to expose more flesh to the arousing kisses being lavished upon her throat. She moaned quietly, her hips coming to a full stop as Freeda's hands slid down her back to massage her rounded bottom.
Tiffany didn't think any more. She gave herself fully, freely to the erotic emotions waltzing over her body.
Freeda's hands tugged and pulled on Tiffany's skirt until her fingers slipped across the smooth surface of her butt-hugging panties. She traced the elastic leg openings then pulled them into Tiffany's ass crack. Warm, smooth butt flesh sat ready for her caresses.
Her hands cupped the full mounds of Tiffany's ass, squeezing, kneading, massaging the soft muscles of her naked bottom. Her mouth returned to Tiffany's to once again proclaim the consuming passion driving her body. Her hands pressed harder, lifting Tiffany off her feet, as her tongue dove in and out of her receptive mouth.
Tiffany's body continued to tremble, but it was no longer the trembling which had accompanied her tears. Her body now reacted to the overwhelming need for satisfaction, for sex, for orgasm.
Tiffany's feet were returned to the floor, Freeda stepping back. "Get out of your clothes," she said.
Her voice was so matter-of-fact, cold actually, that it took Tiffany by surprise. She longed for the romance, the passion which had been promised by her kisses, but it sounded like Freeda only wanted sex.
"What are you waiting for?" Freeda asked, stepping out of her shoes and working on getting her dress off her body. "I can't suck your pussy through all those clothes!"
Tiffany was about to explain her desires when Freeda opened the front of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and huge tits bounced on her chest as she wriggled out of her black garment. Tiffany stared at the huge circles around jutting nipples, Freeda's breasts the largest she had ever seen. They didn't stand up like her own, but hung in such fullness that they completely covered her torso. Looking soft and fleshy, Tiffany couldn't wait to feel them, with or without passion.
Tiffany's eyes remained on Freeda's breasts the entire time she was slipping out of her own clothing. She felt so inadequate when she unhooked her bra to expose her much smaller mounds. Round, uplifted, and better than average, her tits seemed tiny in comparison.
Freeda stood in her garter belt and stockings and proved she was a true blonde. Her naked pussy was covered by a thick rug of almost white hair, the large, fleshy curves of her cunt lips hardly hidden at all. A dark slit ran between her legs like a mysterious valley which couldn't be reached by the sun.
Freeda moved closer as Tiffany started her panties on their journey off her body. She slowly slipped them downward, stopping as the first of her brown bush came into view in the hopes that a teasing exposure would revive Freeda's passion.
"Just take 'em off, honey. You don't have the experience to be sexy. Not yet, anyway."
Tiffany stripped off her panties and stood in her nudity, her hands on her hips, her face expressionless. Suddenly, she just wanted to get it over with. Freeda was turning out to be just like the men in her life. No passion, no love, just sex for the sake of cumming.
"That's better," Freeda purred. "You have a lovely body. Let's see if it feels as good as it looks."
Freeda took her by the shoulders and lowered her to the floor, her tits swinging forward as she crawled between Tiffany's thighs. Her hands pushed her legs apart, pressing along her flesh until her fingertips encountered dark brown hair.
She swiftly plunged her fingers into Tiffany's pussy, forcing her lips apart to reveal the silky texture of her moist cunt. Holding her open, staring at the inviting flesh of her client's snatch, Freeda flattened out on the floor to place her face but inches above the hot and hairy mound of waiting pussy.
Tiffany created her own passion as she stared down at her parted gash. She could feel Freeda's breath on her exposed skin, her cunt growing warmer by the second. Her hands molded around her breasts and her eyes closed to imagine she had a loving tongue about to probe the inner depths of her craving cunt.
Her fingers locked around her nipples and twisted slowly as she waited for the contact between her spread legs. The heat in her tits matched the heat in her pussy as her nipples began to firm.
Freeda's mouth went straight for Tiffany's clit, closing around it, sucking it inside, bathing it with her strong tongue.
Tiffany swooned around the stimulation swamping her cunt, her clit growing instantly hard within the squeezing grip of Freeda's lips. Her hips pumped to stroke her firm prong within the tight grasp of flesh surrounding her blood-filled organ.
Freeda's fingers tugged and pulled on the soft petals of Tiffany's pussy as her mouth stroked up and down the short length of the throbbing clit held between her closed lips. The arousal so evident in Tiffany's body was something Freeda was not accustomed to. Her body responded so instantly, so willingly, that one would think Tiffany was a virgin, or at the least, a woman who fucked so rarely that foreplay could cause nearly immediate orgasm. Freeda wasn't about to take the chance of missing Tiffany's climax.
She pulled off Tiffany's pounding clit and lowered her mouth to the entrance of her hot, wet cunt. Her tongue circled and teased her opening before slipping into the humid interior of her dark-haired box. She pushed all the way in, her lips spreading into the soft skin of Tiffany's steamy gash, her tongue poking inside her snatch as far as it would reach. Creamy, tasty flesh enveloped her probing muscle.
Freeda began to fuck the young twat. She slowly stroked through the gripping circle of her heated cooze, her fingers pulling on her cunt lips to flatten the plane of her succulent valley. Tiffany was no virgin, but her box was just as tight and pure.
Tiffany groaned with increasing fervor as Freeda's tongue thrust itself faster and faster into her flaming snatch. Her hips began to pump and her hands squeezed more firmly around her excited breasts. She could feel the orgasm mounting inside her and was surprised, since this fuck was as passionless as all the others. Even more surprising, Freeda's tongue was no where near the size of a man's cock, yet it seemed to stimulate her juices much faster than any dick she had ever had locked between her legs.
In spite of the pleasure attacking her body, Tiffany wanted more. She had seen Freeda's massive tits; now she wanted them filling her hands. She reached down, but there was no way to get to Freeda's chest.
"Turn around," she heard herself saying, "so I can get at your tits." Tiffany had never been one to direct the action, had always been totally submissive, letting her man do whatever turned him on. But, this time, she felt like an equal, her needs as important as her partner's.
Freeda moved around, her tongue never leaving Tiffany's snatch. Her legs straddled Tiffany's head, her huge, blonde pussy like a furry clam.
Tiffany gazed at the hairy gash above her face, but she didn't feel ready to suck cunt. She shifted her gaze to the twin mounds of tit flesh hanging from Freeda's chest. Her hands slid along the undersides of the huge breasts to reach the already hard nipples scraping her stomach. Her fingers circled the firm peaks before she cupped the fleshy mounds into her hands.
Freeda's tits felt heavy as she raised them up, her fingers sinking into soft tissue. She squeezed and fondled the rubbery flesh filling and spilling over her playing hands. Her tits were fantastic! Tiffany had never before felt anything so soft yet so resistant to her manipulations.
Her own boobs were like baseballs compared to the luxurious pliability of Freeda's basketballs.
Tiffany received as much stimulation from playing with Freeda's knockers as she did from the thrusting thrill of her plunging tongue. Her eyes closed against the sumptuous feelings racing through her crotch and her hands. Her climax grew even faster.
"You've got nice hands, honey," Freeda said, lifting out of Tiffany's box, "but lick my pussy. You don't have to suck me off, but give me a little pleasure, baby."
Tiffany stared at the blonde mound of pussy that was lowering over her face. Freeda's legs spread to place her cooze closer to Tiffany's mouth, her tongue returning to the hot twat so close to cumming.
She wasn't enthusiastic, but Tiffany stuck her tongue out to make contact with Freeda's fluffy bush. She stroked along the dark gash beneath the white hair and was surprised by the sweet taste of the woman's pussy. Curly hairs tickled her cheeks as she raised her head higher, as her tongue investigated the soft skin beyond the fleshy lips of Freeda's cunt.
She smelled of summer lilacs, but Tiffany couldn't go further. She refused to remove her hands from the glorious globes so richly filling them, and Freeda couldn't get any lower without splitting herself in two. But there was another reason that Tiffany wouldn't probe any more deeply into Freeda's moist and flaming gash. She couldn't. She was experiencing an orgasm at the brink of eruption, that time when nothing else exists on the planet, when nothing can be done but lay back and enjoy.
That's exactly what Tiffany did. Her head fell back to the floor as her pussy prepared to spurt into Freeda's now sucking mouth. Her hands took a firmer hold on Freeda's tits. Her lips parted to release breathy gasps of near intolerable pleasure. Her depths burned with the nearness of climax.
Freeda's tongue no longer stroked within Tiffany's pussy, her lips circled around the small opening to her box, her suction all that was needed to draw an orgasm out of Tiffany's boiling depths.
Tiffany's body began to writhe. Her gasps turned to deep groans, her chest rising and falling in rhythm to her bouncing hips. Her climax was so close, yet seemed so far away, her pussy itching and blazing and steaming and desperately wanting. If only Freeda would fuck me some more, my orgasm would surely explode, Tiffany thought.
But Tiffany didn't need to be fucked. She simply didn't realize that these moments before climax were to be treasured, a slow release the most enjoyable to be had. She bucked her hips faster, bit her lower lip, and tried as hard as she could to force her orgasm to erupt. She was delirious with ecstasy and knew cumming would be even more exciting.
At long last, her climax arrived. She screamed around the sudden rush of boiling fluids dumping into her cunt, her walls on fire, her legs thrashing wildly around the burning flow of erupting cum. This, she knew, was how every orgasm was supposed to feel.
Freeda sucked fervently as Tiffany's pussy gave up its sweet nectars. Her lips tightened to perfectly match the spewing entrance of the young woman's gushing cooze. She gulped down the heavenly taste of a seldomly realized orgasm, and Tiffany's pussy sent wave after wave of creamy liquids into Freeda's drinking mouth.
Tiffany came so rarely that her storehouse was filled to the brim. It seemed her climax would last until every bit of her rich juices had been dumped into the waiting mouth of her passionless lover. But she didn't need passion. She had reached orgasm without it.
Her deep grunts continued with each crashing expulsion from her liquid center. The raging flames of her euphoric release paled every other experience in her life. Cumming was suddenly the ultimate, the greatest, the most awesome act in existence. Now that she had a taste of what orgasm was really like, she wanted many, many more.
When, at last, her climax ebbed, her hips dropped to the floor. Freeda licked up and down her wet slit, then sat on the floor beside her. Tiffany could still feel tantalizing tingles in her twat even though her climax was a thing of the past.
Tiffany couldn't help but wonder what an orgasm would be like when it was in response to a man who loved her. She couldn't imagine that it would be any better, but wouldn't know until she climaxed around a thrusting cock driven by love.
"Get dressed, honey. I've got a plan," Freeda announced.
"A plan? For what?"
"Neil Farris is throwing a party tonight. One to which I've been invited. And you're going with me." Her full mouth stretched into a taunting smile as she rose from the floor and went for her clothes.
"I've met Farris, and I know exactly what he'll say when he gets his eyes on you," Freeda explained. "He'll hand over your money faster than you think."
"I don't understand," Tiffany said, getting up from the floor. "How will just seeing me get my money?"
"Well, it'll take more than a look, if you get my meaning," Freeda said with a wink.
Tiffany got her meaning loud and clear. If she wanted her money, she was going to have to fuck him for it. She dressed quickly, suddenly embarrassed by her nudity. It seemed her pussy was to be the means to her fortune.
"There must be some other way, legally, to get him to give me my inheritance."
"Look, honey, nature has been very good to you. Take advantage of it. If you can use your body to speed up the process, why not? Besides, Farris is a damn nice-looking guy."
"Do you really think it would help?"
"I'm sure of it. Just go on home and get yourself into something sexy. It's a cocktail party, so anything short, tight and a size too small will be appropriate. Meet me back here at eight," Freeda said, her tits swinging lazily beneath the front of her dress.
"I don't have anything short, tight and a size too small. I guess I could buy something, but... "
"You can't afford that, I know. Wait a minute. Come on back to my place. I think Candy has some things there that should fit you."
"Who's Candy?"
"Just a friend, dear, just a friend."