Chapter 1
Gretchen watched herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door as she put on a lacy black garter belt and sheer black hose. The reflected image pleased her. She fluffed up her bounteous blonde bush, cocked her head to the side and looked at her herself more seriously. Should she wear panties?
Yes, she decided she would. A skimpy, lacy black thong that left the cheeks of her ass bare and barely covered her pubic mound. She knew she would get excited, and she'd better have something there to slow down the flow of juice. She put on a low-cut, black jersey sheath that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up her own skirt as she fastened the straps of her sexy sandals around her ankles.
She liked to go braless. Her large tits jiggled when she walked. Tony liked it, too. He got goo-goo eyes when she put away her sensible shoes and plain workaday clothes and dressed to thrill.
She answered the doorbell and greeted Tony with a light kiss on the lips.
"Wow," he said softly. "I never get over the way you look so different away from the office. You would create a real stir in the office if you dressed that way for work."
"And that's exactly the problem," she replied. She fluffed her long blonde hair with both hands. "Men don't take a woman seriously if she looks like a sexpot. They spend all their time wondering if she's a good lay, and don't pay attention to a word she says."
"You have beautiful hair," he said. "I don't like it when you tie it back with a ribbon or put it up in a bun."
"So, you won't be embarrassed to be seen with me in The Chateau?"
He lifted an eyebrow. "Pretty swanky joint."
"Tonight is my treat," she said. "In honor of our one-year anniversary."
They drove in silence. He clenched his teeth tightly. She noted the tic in his jaw, but waited until they were seated in the restaurant before she spoke.
"You seem rather subdued tonight. Something wrong?"
"You act like I forgot that it's our anniversary," he snapped. He had, but didn't want to admit it. "Then you insist on coming here. I feel like a kept man."
"Men keep women," she said lightly. "I will never understand why it bruises a man's ego if the woman makes more than he does. This is better than the mom and pop pasta joint on the corner, isn't it?"
"At least I can afford the mom and pop pasta joint on the corner," he grumbled. "Besides, I'm not wild about French restaurants. I don't like quiche and all that stuff."
"You don't have to order quiche, or any of that stuff. Frenchmen eat meat, too." She cocked her head to the side and gave him a sexy smile. That never failed to change his mood instantly. "Is that the real problem, or is something else eating at you?"
He chuckled, relieving the tension. "I'm sorry. We'll talk about it later."
"You make it sound as if it would spoil dinner if we talked about it now."
"Oh, it isn't real important," he said. "Once I explain it to you, I'm sure everything will be okay."
"Is the age thing bothering you again?" she persisted. "I'm twenty-five, Tony, not fifty, which makes me only three years older than you. You make me sound like an old crone."
"Hardly a crone. Not with skin as smooth as marble and a body to die for."
"Well, you can pay me a compliment, can't you?" she said with a soft, seductive chuckle.
"What did your boss think of the marketing strategy you worked up?"
"He said it was pretty good. We're going to talk about it more tomorrow."
"I thought it was good, too. I think you have a good future ahead of you. You're ambitious and smart. Before you know it, you'll be head of your department."
"If I can get some other things worked out, I will," he said.
"Now, that's enough business talk," she said. "Let's relax and enjoy ourselves. I don't feel very business-like tonight."
She felt very horny, very passionate. She wanted his cock and tongue, slow and easy until she was sated. She smiled sweetly and started chatting about an exhibit at a local art gallery. She knew he listened with only one ear and made appropriate remarks to keep her going, but she didn't care.
When she got him home, she would show him what she really wanted. He was young and healthy and virile and had impressive stamina. The first time they fucked, he nearly blew her away by fucking her four times, and then asked her to suck him off.
In spite of the shaky start, the rest of the evening went well. Gretchen ordered a bottle of good champagne, and they had a fine dinner with more than enough wine and some pleasant conversation.
"Let's have dessert at home," she said.
He helped her into the car and she flashed a lot of shapely leg. He got in and she leaned over to kiss him. The top of her low-cut dress fell away and he got a good look at her bare tits.
She gave him the key to open her apartment door. He closed the door and kissed her on the back of the neck. She turned and stood with her tits barely touching his chest. She kissed him and gave him her tongue. She lured his tongue into her mouth and let it roam freely a couple of moments. Then she started sucking on his tongue and rubbing his prick through his pants.
He bunched her dress up, cupped her naked foxy ass with both hands and caressed her shapely buttocks. She tugged his zipper down and slipped her hand inside his pants. Her passion flared as she hefted his cock and pulled it out. She felt his desire throb in her palm. He began pawing at her dress to get her out of it.
"Don't rip it, baby," she murmured. "Let me do it."
She stepped back and reached behind her back for the zipper. She slipped into her private, carnal personality. Away from the office, from the demands of public propriety, she was anything but the strait-laced business woman. She knew how to be a sexy siren, how to excite a man to the utmost and loved to make full use of her provocative bag of tricks.
"Baby, even if my balls were dry, one look at you would fill them," he replied.
She stepped out of her dress, then posed for him in her lacy scanty panties, garter belt, hose and high heels. She smiled provocatively as she backed up slowly and sat in an overstuffed chair.
He dropped his clothes on the floor in an untidy pile as he removed them. He didn't think of doing a seductive strip, like a male stripper. He wouldn't have done it even if he had thought of it.
She spread her legs and crooked her finger at him. He stood between her legs with their knees touching. She ran her palms lightly over his flat belly.. .down the front of his legs.. .up the inside of his thighs, and cupped his balls in both palms.
He watched her hands, delighted by her bag of tricks. She seldom made love the same way twice in a row. No one could ever criticize her for a lack of creativity.
She ran one hand along his semi-erect cock. She held it in both hands and slid her palms languidly up and down the shaft. She kissed the tip, then curled her tongue around the head. His cock rose and pulsed in full erection.
"You have a golden tongue," he muttered.
She licked the head of his cock. "The same thing was said of Cleopatra. She was supposed to be an outstanding cocksucker, you know." She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
"You treated me to a superb meal," Tony said. "What do I get for dessert?"
She licked the head of his cock. "How does a large piece of juicy fur pie sound?" She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
"You pussy is always juicy, isn't it?" he teased.
She licked the head of his cock. "You wouldn't like it any other way." She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
"Jesus, if you don't stop that, you're going to get a mouthful of cum," he groaned.
She licked the head of his cock. "You know that you can cum in my mouth, baby," she murmured. "I like to eat your cum. But you'd better have enough left to give me a good fuck." She put her lush lips lightly around the knob and sucked gently.
He sank to his knees between her legs. He looked at her big, firm tits with zealous, adoring eyes. He licked and sucked one nipple, then the other. Starting between the expansive mounds of tit flesh, he licked her sweet skin, across her taut belly, to the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled.
She lifted her ass and pushed her pussy under his nose as he pulled the flimsy panties down her legs and over her feet. She put her legs over the arms of the chair, spread herself open suggestively, and gave him an excellent view of the exquisite, hair-lined pink crevice between her gorgeous gams. She put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth to her thick-lipped cunt.
The stimulating fragrance of her cunt intoxicated him. He lapped at her flavorful honey hole, infatuated with the bouquet. The plush lips opened slowly, making way for his tongue.
"You can get me off," she whispered fervently, "I don't have to worry about getting a hard-on. I expect to cum many times tonight."
She tangled her fingers in his hair, held his mouth tightly against her hairy snatch and humped her ass feverishly. She alternately arched and bowed her back and rocked her hips, forcing him to lick her from the top of her humid slit to her asshole.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, held her still, and tenderly lashed her clit with his broad tongue. She announced her arrival at the peak of passion with a shrill scream. He held her legs open with his forearms and licked her clit relentlessly.
She pushed herself out of the chair and shoved him onto his back. She landed on top of him and wiggled her hot, soft body all over him. She teased him, biting his lips, slithering her tongue into his ear, and rubbing her velvety tit flesh against his chest.
He ran his hands over her silky skin. His stiff prick stuck up between her smooth thighs. The head poked through the dense forest of blonde curls and probed her moist slit. He knew from experience not to rush her. She would make his wait worthwhile.
She climbed to her feet, leaned over, and gripped his cock. "The carpet burns my knees." He got to his feet and she led him to the bedroom, using his stiff rod as a handy handle. "Lie down on your back with your head at the foot of the bed."
She checked to see that the mirror was positioned so she could see herself, and climbed on top of him. She showered kisses on his lips and face and chest. She squirmed her satiny body against his. She captured his prick between her thighs and rubbed her twat up and down on the solid shaft.
"You really want to get me worked up, don't you?" he whispered.
"Of course, darling! You fuck me so much better when you're excited."
"You know me too well."
She chuckled sexily. "You aren't the only one who does research, darling." She sat astride his head, used both hands to spread the lips of her cunt and watched herself in the mirror as she offered him the delicious morsel between her legs. "Suck me off again."
He was in no position to resist. Even if he wanted to. He started gobbling her savory slit. She watched in the mirror as she shifted her ass back slightly. She leaned over and got his tongue on her clit.
Her sex gun fired instantly. She twisted and humped her ass as his tongue swirled over her sensitive joy buzzer. She wailed and rode his face and came tumultuously. Her sweet elixir poured into his mouth and over his face.
Her orgasm ebbed a tad. She rolled onto her back, raised her knees and spread her legs wide. "Now, darling! Fuck me now!"
He had spent many gratifying hours in that sexy saddle, and yet his heart pounded with excitement. He shuddered with tremors of passion as he mounted her. She held his prick firmly in one hand and hissed with delight as she scrubbed the fleshy knob over her clit, priming her passions even more with the pulsating meat. She stuck the head of his cock in her hole, contracted her muscles sharply and gave herself a quick stab of rapture. Fiercely stimulated with hot-blooded passion, she threw her ass up and took all of his cock up her cunt at once. She clamped her robust cunt muscles tightly around his rod.
"Don't move!" she whispered hotly. "Don't shoot!" he teased. "I surrender."
"Wise ass!" she giggled. She savored the carnal exhilaration of his hot cock meat stretching her cunt. Nothing else even came close to the marvelous sensation. Her vibrators and dildos paled by comparison. She drew her legs up higher and locked her ankles behind his neck. She moaned deeply, happily. She pulled his head down and kissed him feverishly and thrust her tongue down his throat.
He propped himself up on his left elbow and played with her left tit. He cupped the large mound and ran his thumb lightly back and forth over the distended nipple. like her, he enjoyed letting his cock luxuriate in her lively sex channel.
"Now, fuck me," she said softly. "Ream my cunt good with your big cock."
He started fucking her with an easygoing cadence. His strokes were long and smooth and languid. She gasped each time his cockhead reached the mouth of her womb. She fucked back at him in counter-rhythm, humping and twisting and rotating her ass in broad circles.
He felt his culmination approaching and started fucking her faster, slamming into her sex channel furiously. She clung to his shoulders and stared into his eyes. Her jumbo jugs danced a jig all over her chest from the lustiness of his lunges. She saw his eyes go blank and felt his cock swell.
"Hang on a minute, darling," she panted. "Don't cum yet. I'm almost there. Let's cum together." Her breathing became labored, changed to urgent, rapid pants. A pink pre-orgasmic blush spread over her face and chest. "Oh, mmmmmm, any second now, darling. Fuck me.. .now, darling! Now, now, now!" She gasped. The gasp became a piercing shriek as her orgasm started. She shuddered and fucked and came.. .whined and twisted and fucked faster and came more intensely.
His prick bulged to its bursting point, then erupted frantically. The first dense stream of jism shot into the depths of her cunt. She thrashed and writhed tumultuously. Her orgasm grew to a stupendous force. She lost control when he bellowed and picked up the pace. She resembled a whirling dervish under him, urging him to greater effort.
He felt like he was trying to ride one of those goofy mechanical barroom bulls that turns and twists every which way. Only her strong legs locked around him kept her under him. He put both hands flat on the bed and pounded her pussy with short, rapid strokes.
She slowed down only when his cock crumpled. She kept her legs locked around his neck, holding him close even though his cock slipped out of her pussy. She held his cheeks in her palms and kissed him affectionately.
"Oh, baby, that was so good," she breathed. "I came so hard!"
"Yeah, you always do. You really know how to fuck."
She giggled. "Because I like to fuck, darling."
"You have more moves than a belly dancer. I've never fucked a woman like you."
She chuckled. "Thanks for the compliment. Maybe I'll take up belly dancing. I could probably make good money in a few of the clubs in town. Now, you better let me up. If I don't get rid of the load you pumped into me, I'll soak the bed."