Chapter 12
"Champagne and lobster, huh? Are you trying to spoil me?"
"That's the general idea. If I can get you hooked on some of the finer, more expensive things in life, maybe I can keep you around. I want you to move in with me-become a permanent part of my life. I have a huge house and plenty of money to take care of you in style."
"And all you know about me, Peter, is that I can accommodate your huge cock," she said softly. "Would you make that offer if you found out I had been selling my body as a way of life?"
"That wouldn't matter unless you continued that line of work. I won't even ask you if you have been doing that."
"I'm not sure I want to be a kept woman. It wouldn't fit my lifestyle."
"You've just told me that you haven't been selling your body, as you put it. If you had been, you would have jumped at the chance to become a kept woman. A lot of married women are no more than kept women, you know. Those who marry only for money and security, are giving sexual favours-and I hate that expression-ill exchange for security."
"And a lot of men are just buying a steady piece of ass when they get married!" she retorted. "And aren't we the bitter ones? Have you ever been married?"
"Yep. I tried it twice. And I've had sexual relationships. They all seemed to follow the same pattern. As soon as the relationship took on a hint of permanence, they stopped doing the things that made them attractive to me in the first place. In other words, they lied to get what they wanted."
"What makes you think I won't do the same thing? Maybe I'm just putting up a good front."
"Could be, but I don't think so. Your attitude, your aura, are different. I like women, Julie, and need them in my life. I don't like living alone or being celibate. I especially like you. A lot."
"I'm not celibate, Peter. That little episode earlier should have told you that. And, as I recall, you didn't have to work very hard at getting me into your bed. Didn't you notice what I'm wearing under this dress? Is a woman who goes without panties and bra one who could be a prim little wife? You know what some men call these shoes I'm wearing?"
"Fuck-me shoes, unless I'm more out-dated that I know. You've worn similar outfits on every one of our dates."
"And that hasn't bothered you? Are you asking me to move in with you so you'll have a convenient piece of ass? Just so you'll have a handy fuck at home when you can't find anyone else who strikes your fancy? You did say you need women in your life. Not a woman, but the plural." She kept her voice low and steady, but he couldn't miss the anger that was there. "Would I be required to sit home and wait until you decided it was my turn?"
"How's your dinner?"
"Just fine, thank you. Pardon my poor manners. I should have said something sooner."
"It's unusual to find such a sharp mind in someone your age these days. A sharp tongue, yes, but it's often connected to a dull mind."
That's something else that bothers me," she said before he could continue. "You're close to twice as old as I am. What's...."
"Fifteen years older, which means that the only time I was twice your age was five years ago."
"What's going to happen five or ten years from now? Will I be tossed aside for some little dolly who's the age I am now? Are you hung up on younger cunt, Peter?"
"I didn't make a pass at you sooner because I didn't want to scare you off. I like your sexuality, the way you dress and act. What I want in a sexual partner is a woman who's as close to being as totally uninhibited as she can get a woman who's willing to try damned near anything. At least once. Life can be so damned boring if we let it. I want a woman who knows how to let her hair down and really party. Or one who's willing to learn if she's not already that way. I'm not hung up on younger pussy. And I won't toss you aside. You're what I've been trying for years to find."
"Why, Peter Evans, you're a damned rake!" Julie laughed, heartily but softly. "I love it. I haven't decided yet if I'll move in with you, but I'll party with you. I had you pegged as one of those guys who wants a woman with the skills of Cleopatra and the innocence of Eve."
"I'm not sure that Eve was so innocent, but your example is accurate. For some men. I'm different."
"I like you, Peter. Now, why don't you give me that tour you promised earlier?"
Peter left the car in the driveway. "You've seen the living room," he said, escorting her inside. "And the master bedroom."
"Not really," she replied with a chuckle. "When I was in here earlier, the master of the house was so busy getting me out of my clothes and flat on my back, I didn't have time to look."
Peter slapped her playfully on the ass and took her on a tour of the house, ending up in the master bedroom.
That mirror is too much," Julie said, gazing at the ceiling. "I've always wondered what it would be like to watch myself doing all sorts of wildly wicked things."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." He touched a button on a control panel by the bed. "How about this?"
The drapes on one wall, that she had thought covered a large window, slid back to reveal a solid mirror from floor to ceiling.
"Wow! Now that's really decadent!"
"So is the built-in video camera system. But we can explore that later. Do you like to take moonlight swims?" He touched another button on the control panel.
"I should have known you'd have a pool. And I suppose the house rules say that women have to swim nude." A movement by the ouside wall caught her eyes. A section of the floor was sliding back to reveal water. "Don't tell me that damned thing is right here in the bedroom!"
"Just a small portion of it. You just swim under that wall and you're out in the main pool."
They swam and cavorted in the water for about half an hour. Peter pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the pool.
Julie swam to him and stood up. She leaned forward and playfull bit each of his nipples. One of her hands settled between his thighs, on top of his flaccid prick.
"I seem to remember something being said about not being able to take this thing in my mouth," she said softly. "Never let it be said that I backed away from a challenge."
She lifted his big tool and rubbed the end of it over her cheeks and lips. Then she kissed its length, and nuzzled her nose into the thick curls around the base.
"I'd like for you to try," he muttered. "See if you can suck it, baby. Suck me off."
Julie licked up and down the gorgeous hunk of meat. She stripped the foreskin back to lick and kiss the bare knob, and finally took the huge head between her lips.
It stiffened rapidly. It was all she could do to get her teeth far enough apart to accommodate the head. Even then her jaws were stretched to their limit. He found her nipples and began playing with them.
"Try jacking it while you suck," he said.
She stroked the massive shaft, sucking as hard as she could on the sensitive head. Her oral efforts and his hands on her tits were making her hot again. Hanging onto his cock with one hand, she used the other one to frig her clit.
Peter didn't last very long. Julie would have wondered if he was a novice if it hadn't been for the way he fucked her earlier.
Her hand flew up and down the thick shaft as she gobbled at the head. She managed to get her lips below the ridge around the base of the knob, then gradually worked her mouth a little lower. It was going to take a lot of practice before she could swallow all that much of his monster.
Peter sat up so he could watch her as she sucked and jacked his prick. Only one other woman had ever even made an attempt to suck him off. And she had failed.
This charming, sexy woman was doing much more than just trying-she was accomplishing it! His desire to cum in her mouth, to fill her totally, built to the breaking point.
His cock swelled, throbbed hard, then his load of hot cream poured into her mouth. He grunted in intense pleasure as she sucked the cum into her throat and swallowed it.
Her mouth filled quickly. She was close to cumming from the excitement of drinking his cum and frigging her clit, but couldn't quite make it. The need to cum was so compelling it made her groin ache. She sucked him dry, released his prick and smacked her lips.
"Ummmmm, yummy for the tummy. That was quite a load, considering that you came twice earlier this evening. I thought only younger guys could cum that much in a short time," she said.
"I'm not as worn out as you seem to think I am. You're a very good cocksucker."
She pulled his head down and kissed him on the mouth, darting her tongue down his throat.
"I like to suck cock. I get really turned on when I have one fucking my mouth."
"I saw you playing with your pussy while you sucked me off. Did you cum?"
"I couldn't quite make it. You'll have to finish it for me.
"My pleasure, lady." He stood and pulled her out of the pool. "Come on over here." He lead her to a chaise lounge.
"Don't wait, lover. Eat me now. I need to cum too badly to wait."
He put her legs over his shoulders, slipped his hands under the cheeks of her shapely ass and buried his face in her delicious cunt. He concentrated on her clit, vibrating his tongue vigorously over the distended love bud.
Her orgasm began almost immediately. She clung to his head, yelling in ecstasy, as his tongue lashed her clit. She had two hard, deep orgasms in a few moments, then relaxed.
"Oh, lordy, lordy, honey, I needed that. I do love to cum!"