Chapter 10
Rick rolled on top of her and slipped his prick into her pussy. "You feel so good," he whispered against her ear. "So warm and wet and tight. I feel like your snatch was custom-made for my tool."
Brandy lost herself in the sensations he was creating, in the feel of his hands wandering over her body as his cock did wondrous things to her cunt.
"So beautiful," he whispered. "Your skin is like silk." He raised up so that he could bend down and take a rigid nipple between his lips and gently suck and tongue it. He pulled slowly out of her. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to hold him inside of her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began leaving a trail of hot kisses down her body. He circled each tit, then worked his way back and forth over her rib cage and down her belly to her navel. He spent a few minutes there, probing and exploring the indentation, then began his journey south once more.
Brandy felt his warm breath and hot lips gliding over her hairless mound, then skirt her swollen pussy as he kissed the inside of each thigh, teasing her.
"Oh, Rick! Lick me! Damn! Lick me! I want to feel your tongue on my clit and in my slit!" Brandy writhed on the bed, unable to keep her hips still, wanting to force the prize tongue deep into her hot chasm!
Rick's strong forearms held her legs apart, and still with agonizing slowness, he sucked one of the pink petals between his luscious lips.
Brandy thought she would go insane with lust! She was used to being the tease! She had always been in command, but now all she could do was beg! She wanted release so bad!
Rick let go of one petal and sucked in another. She could feel his hot breath on her straining clit! It was going to drive her mad! There! The tip of his nose bumped the hard nub, sending shock waves through her body!
"More!" she cried. "I want more! Please! Please! Do me!"
Rick's hands suddenly moved and in an instant were under the cheeks of her ass, pulling her cunt into his face! He latched onto her clit like a vacuum cleaner and applied a vibrating tongue to her hard lust knob!
"OOOOOh," moaned Brandy, transported into a world consisting only of wanton lust! Her pussy became a simmering volcano, the heat becoming more intense by the second! Brandy wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him hard against her.
"Your tongue!" she cried. "Your magic tongue!"
He immediately drew away from the pleasure knob, even as Brandy strained to get him back into that position. His tongue parted the swollen pink petals and plunged into the hot velvet tunnel!
Brandy whimpered her need, words being beyond her. Rick rolled his tongue around and around the inside of the slick walls of her pussy, then pulled out again to vibrate against her clit!
"Please!" she begged. "Please! Do it! Let me cum! Oh, God! Rick! Please!" Her final words rose to a scream as she exploded like Mt. St. Helena! As she slowly descended from the heights he had taken her, she could hear him slurping at cream pouring from her slit.
"You are so good," she sighed. She could feel the muscles of her cunt contract on his tongue. "Don't you think you ought to leave some of that in there? It makes it easier for your beautiful cock to slip right in where he belongs. Come to me," she whispered, gently tugging at his hair.
He gave one last kiss to her pussy, then rose slowly, kissing his way back up her body, slipping his tongue into her mouth as his rod pi stoned forward into her hot passageway.
Brandy could taste her own cum on his lips. She sucked his tongue, playing a duel with her own against his as his prick probed the depths of her snatch.
Her nails racked his back and his buns as she pulled him in closer and deeper! The lips of her mouth sucked his tongue as the lips of her pussy sucked his prick! Deeper! She wanted him deeper!
His hips began working faster, pushing him in and pulling back out, only to thrust in even deeper! This is what her pussy craved! There was nothing in the world that could make her cunt as happy as a prick that knew what it was doing! Being filled to the limit and beyond with that velvet-covered rod was what it lived for!
"You are so great, baby," Rick whispered as he pulled his mouth from hers! I knew you would be from the minute I saw you! I wanted you then, and I'll always want you."
Rick's words were coming out in little pants as he kept plunging into her. She wanted all he would-and could-give her! She wanted to go on like this morning, noon and night! She felt like she'd never have to quit! Nothing else mattered! They were both working into a frenzy of hot liquid lust!
She felt the hair on his back become slick with his sweat. She inhaled his scent. The combination of his own chemistry and his after shave almost made her giddy! She felt drunk on lust! Her body kept working on its own. She had no control left and she didn't want any! All she wanted was this man and this prick!
"Are you ready, honey?" panted Rick. "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Now, Rick! Now!" she cried as her passion crested and she climaxed so hard she thought she saw fireworks!
Somehow, somewhere in her mind, she knew that Rick joined her. She heard his howl of triumph, but it seemed to come from far away. She floated on a warm white cloud and slowly drifted back to earth.
"Are you guys all right?" asked Grizz. He was standing in the doorway, with a towel around him, still wet from his shower. "The racket you were making was enough to make me want to call out the S.W.A.T team or something!"
"Well," smiled Rick, relaxed on top of her, "Trust me. We're okay."
"Don't tell me we disturbed you," Brandy grinned at Grizz. "If I remember correctly, you can get pretty loud yourself."
"Tell me about it," smiled Stella as she stepped from behind Grizz.
"Right," answered Grizz, "like you were the silent type!"
"Since we've all had our enthusiasm discussed, maybe we ought to decide what we're having for breakfast," said Brandy, getting off the bed reluctantly. "Stella and I have a full day ahead of us."
"Should I go get Ruth and Frank up?" asked Stella.
"I don't think so," said Brandy. "Listen."
They were all quiet for a moment and they could hear the faint cries of passion from another part of the house. "Sounds like downstairs," said Grizz. "Guess they wanted breakfast before we did!"
"Right," said Rick, "only I wonder who's eating whom."
The four of them went down and found Ruth and Frank on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. They were lying side by side, obviously satisfied for the time being. "What took you so long?" asked Frank, looking up at them. "We've been awake for hours."
"I'll just bet you have," said Rick. "In fact, I'll bet you didn't even go to sleep!"
"Okay," laughed Frank. "So I had a better offer. Don't try to tell me you all went to sleep, either. We could hear you loud and clear. In fact, I think the whole city probably heard you!"
"Lucky them," said Brandy. "Maybe we gave some of them some ideas. Nothing like waking up horny!"
"Oops," said Frank, looking at his watch, the only thing he was wearing. "We're supposed to be at the station in twenty minutes!"
"And my appointment is in less than an hour!" said Brandy. "Come on, Stella. We have to make tracks if we're going to be on time. I sure don't want to mess up my big break."
When they were all dressed and going out the door, Rick held Brandy back a moment. He took her in his arms and gave her a deep tender kiss. "Be careful," he whispered. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Don't worry about me," she answered. "I'll see you later. Anyway, aren't you coming to the studio?"
"I might. I just have a few things to take care of first. Then I'll probably see you there."
Stella and Brandy went in Stella's old Chevy. "It runs," explained Stella. "I just don't think we ought to take yours. I mean, after all, you are supposed to be an out-of-work waitress. How would you explain a car like that?"
"You're right," agreed Brandy. She didn't bother telling Stella that she had rented a wreck that was parked across the street from her house. She let her think it was all her idea. 'Tm impressed," whispered Stella as they walked into the lobby of the studio.
"He sure couldn't be classified as a starving artist, could he?" asked Brandy.
"You must be Brandy," said a smiling brunette sitting behind the receptionist's desk. "Peter told me to look for you and show you right up to the set. Will your friend be coming with you?" she asked, indicating Stella.
"Yes, she will. I'd like Peter to meet Stella."
"Well, I'm sure he'll like that! You have magnificent tits, Stella. Do you mind showing them off?"
Stella smiled at her. "Mind? No. And it wouldn't matter if I did. They're a little hard to hide!"
"That's the truth. I'm Melinda, by the way. Come on, and let's go find Peter."
Brandy and Stella followed Melinda to the elevator. They were quiet on the way up. They stood slightly behind Melinda, where they could exchange glances. The elevator was more plush than anything they had ever seen. The floor was carpeted with a deep pile their feet sank into almost to the ankles.
As they got off on the sixth floor, the carpet continued into the wide hall. "I'll bet you could fuck on this all night and never get a carpet burn," whispered Stella to Brandy.
You won't get a carpet burn-or any other kind-anywhere here," said Melinda smiling back over her shoulder. This entire building is made for sex. Being sexy is more than just a body. It's an attitude. Peter and Hung like to get women in the mood, so that they think sex, smell sex, see sex, feel sex and generally become sex. It makes the photos sexier."
Brandy just nodded. It was working. She sure was thinking sex, but on the other hand, she always thought about sex. This was just a nice place to do it.
"I think Peter is going to set up your test shots in here, said Melinda, indicating an open door. Just make yourself at home and.. .oh, hi, Ronnie! This is Brandy and her friend Stella. Peter is testing Brandy this morning."
"I'll keep them company while we wait," said Ronnie. "Come on in."
Brandy studied the girl in front of her. Platinum blonde, deep blue eyes and a traffic-stopping shape, totally nude. She looked familiar, but Brandy couldn't place her. It bothered her, because she didn't forget people she'd met, especially someone as striking as Ronnie. It might be because she's a model, thought Brandy, but that didn't make a lot of sense either. Brandy didn't read men's magazines, and Ronnie looked like that was what she was made for.
"Have you ever worked with Peter?" asked Ronnie.
"I've never worked with any photographer," answered Brandy. "I've had a lot of odd jobs, but modeling hasn't been one of them-at least until now. I'm not even sure if I'll be good at it. This is kind of a test. Peter said he'd help me with a folio, so at least I'll get that!"
"Have you modeled before?" Ronnie asked Stella.
"Not for publication," grinned Stella. "Just some private shots for a few select friends."
"You guys will love him!" said Ronnie. "He'll make the camera love you. Won't you, dear?" she asked, looking past Brandy's shoulder.
Peter himself came into the room. He kissed Ronnie on both cheeks, and caressed one of her boobs at the same time. "How lovely you look, my darling," he told her, then turned to Brandy and Stella. "I'm glad you could make it, Brandy. Who's your friend?"
Brandy made the introductions.
"Have you considered posing?" he asked Stella. "I could include you in the test."
Stella readily agreed. Brandy was happy for her. This was really what Stella wanted. It might be her big break! For Brandy, it was just a lark and part of her job. For Stella, it could be a future.
"Why don't you two get comfortable, like Ronnie, while I set up some lighting and get some props," suggested Peter.
Stella and Brandy stripped their clothes off. "Have you been to a party at Hung's mansion?" Brandy asked Ronnie.
"Why?" the girl asked, with a hint of wariness in her voice.
"Because your beaver is shaved, too, and that's where I got mine done. I wondered if you had the same experience."
"Yeah, it was some good time. I'd like to go back for a touch-up once in a while, too."
"That sounds like a good idea," agreed Brandy, wondering why mention of the mansion seemed to startle Ronnie.
"What are you two talking about?" asked Stella, her bush as lush as ever. "Men?"
"Good subject," laughed Brandy. "We can never run out of things to say about them!"
"That's for sure!" agreed Ronnie. "Met any good ones lately?"
"Have we ever!" said Brandy. "But, since you're a model, you must meet even more men than we do."
"Meet? Yeah. Fuck? No. They get tongue-tied and decide that a girl like me wouldn't date an ordinary guy, so they don't ask, but kinda fade into the background. I spend more Saturday nights home alone than anyone else."
"Well, maybe you aren't trying hard enough. Why don't you go after them?"