Chapter 5
In the days that followed, young Wally die everything in his power to find out more about the Baroness. She seemed like an interesting candidate he thought. However as he searched the newspaper files for more information, about the Baroness Vail Horn, he could find nothing. He figured, that she probably had avoided publicity. Yet it did seem strange to him, that he couldn't find another word about her. He read where she was staying, and decided to visit her there. When he went to the hotel, he asked simply, "I would like to see the Baroness Van Horn, I'm a reporter."
"Do you have your credentials?" the man asked at the desk.
"Really," he said, "I've never been asked for my credentials before."
As he glared at the man, he put on such a convincing performance that the desk clerk withered under his glance.
"I'm sorry sir," he told him, "I will ring for the Baroness."
He rang for the Baroness, and when she heard that there was a newspaper reporter there, she welcomed him with open arms.
"Send him up," she said.
He went up to her suite, on the seventeenth floor. It was a plush suite, all done in blue carpeting, and white sofas.
"The Baroness will be with you in a moment," a young maid told him.
He sat down, and was deeply impressed; Then, he got the jolt. Instead of the Baroness being older now, and having used a younger photograph in the newspaper, she appeared even younger than she had in the beautiful picture. He was so stunned, that he couldn't say a word.
"Well," the Baroness Van Horn said, "And who are you?"
"I'm a free-lance reporter," he said, "and I wanted to do a story on you."
"How wonderful," she said, "I will be delighted to tell you anything that I can."
"Well all that I could find on you," he said, "was that one story that appeared in the Chicago papers."
"That's true my dear," she said, "you see the
Baron was a man who wasn't much for publicity. He wanted to do everything quietly. I'm different."
"I gathered that," he said, as she sat on the sofa beside him.
He glanced at her cleavage, and almost lost his balance.
"Is something wrong?" she smiled smugly.
"No," he said, "Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. In the right place too."
He winked at her, but the Baroness greeted him coolly.
"You wanted my story," she said.
"Oh yes," he said, "I was interested in your background."
"Well," she began, "my father was a Consulate from Belgium. And, I married the Baron. It was a beautiful marriage, and we lived in a wonderful house in Munich. Have you ever been to Munich?"
"No I haven't," he admitted
"Well you would love it there," she said, "it's such a charming city. If you like beer, you would love it for that."
"I love beer," he said. "Have you got one handy?
The way that he asked for it, wasn't quite as sophisticated as it should have been he concluded, as the Baroness looked at him a bit disgruntled.
"Of course you can have a beer," she said, "I'll call the maid."
When the maid was summoned, she ordered a beer.
A few minutes later, the maid brought a beer to him.
"Thank you," he told her.
"You can thank me," she said evenly, "I ordered it. If I hadn't, she wouldn't have brought it."
He nodded and smiled at her.
"Well thank you ma'am," he said.
She looked at him and laughed.
"You're quite a young reporter aren't you?" she said, "You Americans. You are giving young people all of the opportunities."
"Well you're not a very old dish yourself," he chuckled.
"Dish?" she said, "are you referring to me as a dish?"
"I'm sorry," he said, "it was American slang."
"Oh I see," the Baroness replied, looking down her nose at him.
Now he was put off base. He looked at her glittering diamond necklace, and her beautiful diamond ring.
"Would you quit looking at me?" she asked him.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but you're such a stunning beauty, that sometimes I get confused."
"The world confuses me," she said looking away, "you were a reporter, and you were to take my story. I'm ready, if you are."
He wondered if that was a cue to jump in bed. For a moment he hesitated.
"Well," she said, "aren't you going to ask me?"
In the worst way, Wally wanted to ask her for a fuck. But he knew that he didn't dare.
"Yes Baroness," he began, "could you tell me more about your background?'
"I went to all of the fine schools," she said, "and I had a ballet teacher of my own. I thought of a career in the theater one time, and then i decided against it."
"Why?" he demanded.
"I fell in love with the Baron," she said.
"He was quite a few years older than you wasn't he?" he asked edgily.
"I will not discuss that," she said evenly.
She was glaring at him now, and he got the hint quickly.
"Oh and what else can I talk about?" he fumbled for words to say.
"Asking the questions is your job," she said, "I answer them."
He gulped, and he thought of Valerie. She had vowed she would do her best to make some money, and he figured that if he was going to achieve, he couldn't waiver now.
"I'm sorry," he smiled at her, "And I'll tell you what. Maybe, if I just had another beer."
"Are you an alcoholic?" the Baroness demanded.
"Well no," he said.
"Well I'm beginning to wonder," she said, looking off.
She summoned the maid, and another beer was brought to him. This time he complimented her.
'Thank you so much for your hospitality," he said.
"Don't mention it," she said.
"But you said to thank you," he reminded her.
"That's just an American cliche, don't mention," she explained.
He continued talking to her now, and then he thought of some appropriate things.
"What are your favorite hobbies?" he asked.
"Skiing, and big game hunting," she said.
"Men or animals?" he smiled.
"I refuse to answer that," she said.
"On grounds it might incriminate you," he laughed, "we call that taking the fifth."
"What are you talking about?" she said, "do you want more liquor?"
"Why do you ask that?" he asked her.
"Well you said the fifth," she said, "and I presume you mean a fifth of a bottle of liquor."
"No the fifth amendment," he said.
"How do I know about all of your amendments and your government," she said, "certainly, I've heard about this Watergate. Is it something connected with that or the tapes?"
"No," he laughed, "nothing like that. You know, you're beautiful."
"Keep your mind on your reporting," she said, "you are not here to court me."
"It would be easy to do that," he smiled, looking at her bosoms.
The Baroness covered her bosoms with her hand.
"I'm afraid I'll have to cut this interview short," she said, "It seems rather chilly in here."
"Why don't you turn up the thermostat?" he said.
"You're an impertinent fraud," she said, "I don't believe you're a reporter at all."
"Do you mind if I say you're gorgeous?" he said, his jaw hanging slack.
To his great amazement, the Baroness's eyes watered.
"You look juicy," he said, "I wish there was just me and you bare-ass naked in bed."
"Really," she said, "you're terrible. But I accept."
He nearly dropped his uppers, when the Baroness said that.
"What about the maid?" he said.
"I'll dismiss her momentarily," she said.
When she had called the maid in and dismissed her, she looked at him.
"I knew that you wanted to put the make on me," she said in her aristocratic manner, with her regal bearing as she got to her feet.
"How could you tell?" Wally asked sincerely.
"Oh you have that hungry for sex look," she said, "I've seen it in enough men's eyes to know it."
"I'll just bet you have," he teased her.
"You don't play games with me, sweetheart," she said, "if you came up here, for sex, I'm willing. Do you want it European style or American?"
"I don't know what you mean," he said. "I'm not that sophisticated."
"Well I'll explain," she said, "European style is with your mouth, your teeth, and your tongue. American style, is pumping it into the you know what."
"I'm not sure I do know what?" he said. "You're not that dumb, baby," she said, 'let's go to the bedroom. I'll find out fast enough when you're bare-ass naked."
"You pick our slang up pretty quick don't you baroness?" he smiled.
'Those words yes," she said, "you can't be as beautiful as I am, without having men make passes at you all the time."
'That's the truth," he said.
He was amazed, at how quickly she was willing to undress.
"It's really my lucky night," he said.
"Well make the most of it," she said, T could have a good screwing; 'cause I haven't had one for a long time. Mentioning long, I hope your cock is long, 'cause I like them big and thick."
"It's big enough," he assured her.
"Well that's good news," she told him, " 'cause I haven't had a good long one for a long time."
Now, she caught sight of his gigantic cock. She went over to it and stroked it immediately.
"Baby," she said, "what I couldn't do with that. First, honey, let me show you how we do it in Europe."
"What do you mean?" the young country boy asked.
"Well I mean," she explained eagerly, "the tongue bath treatment. Have you ever had it that way?"
"No," he admitted, "but I'm eager for action."
"Baby, you're going to get it," he told her.
It wasn't going to take long now, and he could hardly wait for the action to build.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you know I really dig you."
Their arms were wrapped around each other soon, and they were embracing. She licked his lips, and then she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth.
"Ohhh does that ever feel good," he told her excitedly.
"I like it too honey," she assured him.
The pleasure within his loins, was building. He could hardly wait to have her lick him all over.
"Lie on your tummy, honey," the Baroness smiled.
He got on his stomach, and then she eagerly began licking.
"Ohhh that feels funny around my shoulders," he said, glancing off to the mirror to see her doing him.
She didn't have time for words now. The Baroness was too busy licking his naked body.
"Ohhh that's exciting," he panted, "I love it."
The Baroness wasted no time. She would massage one part of his body, and lick the other. She moved from his back, down to his behind.
"Part your ass, honey," she suggested. He spread his legs, to make it convenient for her.
She pressed her face upon his behind and licked. He loved the sensation of her tongue as she lashed away at his asscheeks. She wished that he would get the real treatment. He wanted the Baroness to plunge her tongue up his asshole, but she wouldn't do this. As the excitement continued, he could hardly stand it. She toyed with his testicles, and this ignited him all the more. The Baroness licked down his legs, and then his calves and to his feet. She didn't miss a thing. She took each toe in, just as he had had before. He was an old-experienced man at this sort of thing, and he loved it. Every sweet second of it.
"Keep it up," he told her, "I dig that."
She continued on both feet. Then, she told him quickly, Turn over."
He turned over, revealing his enormous cock for her eyes to feast upon. Reaching up, she licked the front of his legs. Then, she came closer to the focal point.
"This is the magnet isn't it, baby?" he said, grasping his own penis proudly. "I want it," she said.
She bent over, and let her bosoms press against his penis.
"Ohhh that feels good," she panted, "I like the feel of your cock on my soft breasts. Don't I have marvelous bosoms?"
"Yes you do," he told the Baroness.
"I'll tell you a secret if you'll never tell anybody," she said.
"Go ahead and tell me," he urged her.
"Oh I'm afraid you'll tell your people you write for," she said, "and they might consider it a scoop, to think that the Baroness had this unusual thing about her."
"I promise you I'll never tell anybody," he told her. "I promise on a stack of bibles."
"Well that doesn't mean anything," she said, "there are thirty thousand contradictions there."
"All right," he said, "I swear by all that's good and true and pure," he continued, "I'll never tell nobody."
"Anybody," she said, "don't you know good English?"
"You've got me confused," he said, "playing with my nuts and all. I've forgotten my good grammar."
"Well I just have to help you I guess," she teased, as she decided whether or not she should reveal her powerful secret to him.
"You've got my curiosity up," he told her, "now tell me."
"Well all right," she finally said, "the big secret is simply this. I have silicone bosoms."
"You do?" he asked the baroness.
"I do," she said, "finest plastic job in the world. Had one of those great Swiss doctors carve me up. And he did a super job."
"I'll say he did," Wally agreed, "those are super bosoms, if I've ever seen them."
"Why thank you, love," she said, "that's a compliment, and I accept."
He laughed, as he looked at her. Her eyes were flashing with excitement, as she massaged them against his nuts.
"How does it feel to your ball?? " she said sexily, as she continued licking now and then.
"Beautiful," he said, "I wish every woman had breasts like that."
"Well they cost plenty," she said, "I don't know as they could afford them."
"How much?" he smiled.
"Five grand," she admitted.
'That's a lot of money," he said.
"And it's a lot of flesh too don't you think?" she giggled proudly.
"Yes," he admitted, as he glanced at them closely scrutinizing them, "they're beautiful."
"Thank you love," she said, "now I'll give you what you Americans call a blow job."
"What do you call it over there?" he asked her.
"Honey," she said, "you wouldn't know what the German word for that meant. So I won't confuse you."
Suddenly, the Baroness's mouth slipped over the young man's penis.
"Slide it in there," he said, "all the way. Every inch. That's how I like it. Keep it up."
He was pumping it to her methodically now, and she was enjoying it more every moment.
"Ohhh that's beautiful," he told her, "Oh yes. I love that. That's the way to do it. Keep it up, baby."
The pleasure mounted every moment, and he could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh sweetheart," she smiled, "you are too much. You really are."
"Get your mouth back on my cock," he complained, "and do your thing. The juices are boiling in my balls, and if you keep your mouth off much longer, I'll shoot my load."
"Sorry honey," she told him, "I didn't mean to cause no trouble."
Obediently, the Baroness slid her mouth back over his penis. He loved the sensations that her slippery mouth was creating within him. Her hands were massaging his asscheeks, as he pumped up and down. The sight of her bobbing head, appealed to him. Reaching down, Wally instinctively gripped her head and guided her.
"Eat that big cock," he told her, "that's it baby eat the cock. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey. That's what I like. Faster baby. Ohhh it's slipping. Don't let it slip out."
She became so excited, when she got near the knobby head she let her mouth slip off a second. That disturbed him, because he had visions of the juice spurting all over her face instead of the proper place, her mouth.
'Take it easy, honey," he called to her, "yes baby, that's it. Ohhh I like that."
The pleasure was building now, and he could hardly stand it.
"Lick that cock," he commanded, "yes baby. Lick it. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Keep licking."
Proudly, he was giving her action she never knew possible before.
"Eat it," he cried emphatically, "eat the cock baby. Now you're doing it. Love me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. All the way."
The pleasure was vast, and they both were enjoying themselves enormously.
"You're a beautiful cock lover," he told her, "you really appreciate good head. And you're going to like my cream. It's thick and sticky."
He was building the suspense every moment. She was becoming electrified with the idea of getting it.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Ohhh yes, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Ohhh yes, honey. Now you're doing it. All the way. That's what I like. Don't stop now."
With a hard, driving thrust he gripped her head and guided his shaft all the way down her throat. Suddenly, he unloaded. As he did so the Baroness pulled back quickly. She wanted to get all the creamy thick juice in her mouth. She'd waited a long time to get a good load like this.
"Gobble it," he panted, "Yes, baby. That's what I want. Gobble it. That's it. Beautiful. Now you're doing it right."
He was complimenting her, as he guided her in lovemaking.
The pleasure that they enjoyed at this point, was great.
"You're beautiful," he told her excitedly, yesss baby. You've got what it takes." There wasn't a doubt for one moment in his mind, about her abilities. She was a fabulous woman, and knew just how to give him action he craved.
"Keep that going," he told her, "yesss, baby. Now that's it. Ohhh sweetheart, eat that meat."
The penis, pumped some more juice into her mouth and she gulped.
When the Baroness had completed the act of oral sex, she slid her mouth off proudly.
"How am I doing, honey?" she asked, losing all traces of her foreign accent.
"You know just then you sounded like you're from Texas," he told her.
"Well I used to be an actress before I was a Baroness," she said, with her accent back in place.
"You're a pretty good one," he told her, "you really are."
"Why thank you love," she smiled, "we're full of compliments tonight aren't we angel?"
He was indeed proud of her, that she could get this turned on.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "there are so many things that we could do together. How would you like to have that sweet pussy of yours licked like you've never had it licked before?"
"Well," she said coyly, "I'm not used to that sort of thing. But I suppose, I could get used to this American custom."
"Pussy eating is an international custom," he assured the Baroness.
"Is it really?" she said, "well, it's news to me. The Baron used to poke his plunger up me."
"You mean his penis?" he smiled.
"You might say that," she giggled.
He was too hot for her to waste words. He suddenly surged around in the bed, and gripped her thighs.
"Ohhh lover," she cried, "aren't you going to lick the bosoms? Come on honey lick them."
"Well now that you tell me it's silicone," he said, "maybe I should just go out and buy some silicone."
"Now that's a nice thing to say after I confided in you," the Baroness fumed.
"Sorry about that, beautiful," he said, reaching up and gripping both breasts with his hands, "but I'm partial to pussy. I hope you don't mind."
"Not in the least," she exclaimed, "I love it."
The pleasure that awaited her now, was total. For young Wally was determined to give her sex such as she had never had before. His savage tongue stabbings, inflamed her passion.
"That's beautiful," he told her, "Ohhh yes, baby, I love that"
As the tongue continued pumping into her, she became more and more stimulated.
"Ohhh honey," she panted, "that is beautiful. Yess, baby. I love it."
She was electrified at this point. "Eat my pussy," she cried in that Texas voice again.
It so shocked him, that he pulled his tongue out of her.
"I'd swear you were born in Texas," he said. "That's what my papa the Baron said," she giggled.
"Well honey," he said, "if you'll use one voice or the other, you'll quit confusing me. It would be a good thing honey, 'cause I want to eat your pussy right away."
"All right," she agreed.
He went down there, and began licking vigorously now. The Baroness threw her legs over his shoulders, and he gripped her asscheeks and burrowed his tongue in farther and farther.
"Beautiful," she panted, "Oh yes honey I love that. Keep doing it."
The pleasure was building now, as the action continued.
"Eat it," she cried, "Yesss baby. That's what I like. Come on baby, eat that sweet pussy. It's juicy."
He knew that it was, because the juices that he was finding on her vagina walls tasted fantastic.
"Eat it," she panted passionately, "yes, lover eat the pussy. Now. Oh yes. I love it."
The hot tongue plunged in there emphatically, and then he nibbled at her clit. At that instant, she juiced. Her hands reached down to grip his head and guide him to the finish line.
"Ohhh honey," she cried, so loud he thought that the people on Lakeshore Drive could hear it. "Eat my pussy. Get the juice. Ahhh yes. Make the Baroness happy."
Now her voice sounded like the Baroness again. It was a mystery to him, as he withdrew his tongue from her.
"Was I sweet to eat?" she asked coyly.
"You were delicious baby," he said, "never had anything taste so good in my life."
The exciting pleasure that he felt at this point, was almost more than he could bear.
"Ohhh baby, you're beautiful," he said as he toyed with her big bosoms.
'Thank you love," she smiled, "I know you're saying it 'cause it's true."
As he talked with her, he was constantly amazed by the switch in speech.
"You know there's one thing I still don't understand about you," he told her emphatically.
"What's that?" she demanded.
"You being an actress, and having a Texas accent, and then talking like a German woman."
"Some things are better left alone," she said.
"Sweetheart," he said, "you and I could make nice music together. With your money, and my cock, we could really swing."
"How much does your cock cost?" she said just like that.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she said, "we might as well be perfectly frank about it. You are trying to sell yourself to me. Aren't you?"
"No I'm not," he told her.
"You don't fool me none," she giggled. "You are trying to sell your body. And I don't know whether I care to buy or not."
He laughed, as he'thought about it.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "you put things so bluntly, it makes me feel embarrassed."
"Why should you feel embarrassed?" she asked dramatically.
She was glancing in the mirror now, and stroking her hair dramatically, "Well," he said, "I'm not used to this sort of thing." . .
"Naturally not," she said, "they never are."
He was getting burned up, that everything that he was saying she was taking another way.
"Don't you believe me?" he asked her.
"Of course I do," she said, "why shouldn't I?"
"Yeah," he said, "why shouldn't you? But about my price. What did you mean?"
"I wasn't born yesterday," she said, stopping stroking her hair for a moment and looking at him directly, "I know what the score is. Everything has a price. Including you, Wally."
As she said this, it seemed as if she could stare through him.
"Stop it," he said, "you're making me nervous."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm terribly true. A lot of people can't stand the truth, but I've always been one for the truth."
"Yeah," he said nervously, "I guess so."
'The whole world is a flesh market," she said, "and all you have to do is pick a piece of flesh at a price. That was why I asked what your price was, dear."
"I'm high," he said, "I got expensive taste."
"So have I, honey," she admitted, "the cock juice I've bought has cost me a lot."
"Well I'm a young sturdy stud," he told her, "and I'm worth a lot."
"Well, honey," she said, "I think I could accommodate you."
"I'm not so sure," he said, "I like fast cars as well as fast women."
"Well as long as you can take care of me sexually," she told him, "you've got it made."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he assured her.
"Yeah," she said, "but I require a lot of loving. About two or three times a day."
"Anytime you say, sweetheart," he assured her, "I'm willing to swing into your bed."
'That's not good enough," she said, "I've got to know if you can rock me with your cock."
"You bet your sweet ass I can," he told her with a smile forming on his face.
"Sweetheart," she said, "how would you like to get on top and ball me again? Prove your point. Help yourself, honey."
The Baroness was spreading her legs invitingly. He got on topof her and straddled her.
"That's it," she told him eagerly, "slip it to me."
He stabbed it into her, and she accepted him gladly.
"Fuck it," she begged, "oh yes, sweetheart. That's what I need. Give it to me. Just like that."
The pleasure was mounting in his body every moment.
"Oh WOW!" she panted, "I love it when you give it to me like that. That's the way I want it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Harder and harder and faster he pumped it into her. Every second she was becoming more stimulated, more excited.
"Ohhh you're beautiful, baby," he told her, "beautiful."
The sensations that this was creating, were almost more than he could stand.
"Come on, baby," she begged, "I want some action. That's the way to do it, honey."
The excitement was building to a climax. Her hands were all over his back.
"You're scratching me, honey," he told her, "I don't dig being scratched."
"Sorry, baby," she said, T get carried away."
He pumped it savagely into her, and he loved the way she twisted her hips around.
"How do you like that for fucking?" she-panted, "How about that baby?"
The pleasure was mounting every second now. He loved it.
"Ohhh give it to me," she begged, "give it to me."
As he savagely continued his fucking action, her legs gripped him tightly. 'That's beautiful, baby," she said, "I like it.
That's why I pump my pelvis up to meet your cockstabs."
"Great, baby," he told her, "keep fucking. I like it when a woman puts her body into it. That's it. Throw yourself at me."
She was enjoying it now and so was he.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Yesss honey. That's the way I like it. Keep fucking."
The sensational pleasure, that they were deriving from this action was building in steam.
"Hang in there honey," he told her. "that's beautiful."
Her hands were gripping his asscheeks, and he loved the feel of her there.
"How do you like that honey?" she smiled at him.
"Feels fantastic," he assured her.
She went on massaging his buttocks, that was different from any loving that he had ever had there before.
"Ohhh sweetheart," he moaned in delight as he twisted his ass to her hand movements. "It feels groovy. Stick your finger in there."
She didn't hesitate for a moment to satisfy his carnal cravings. The excitement that he felt in his twitching bottom, as her finger played with him there was building. His balls tingled, and the erotic thrills raced up and down his young spine.
"Fuck it," she cried enthusiastically, "fuck my pussy. That's it. Plunge it in there. Harder, honey. I can take it. I like it."
He worried about her. She was getting so frenzied, that he wondered if she was flipping out.
"Give it to me," she cried enthusiastically, "That's what I want. Come on baby, fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He pumped it to her with a vengeance, and she went on asking for more.
"Ohhh I love that," she panted, "It's beautiful, baby. You know just how to fuck me. I love that. Fuck, baby, fuck."
As he continued thrusting forward, she savagely gripped his penis with her vagina muscles and ground her hips around. She was doing it at such a tempo, he knew that he would have to unload his balls soon.
"That's beautiful," he groaned in delight.
Suddenly, his cock exploded within her. As he creamed, she cried in delight.
"You're coming again," she cried ecstatically, "I love that. Ohhh, baby, that's wild. Fuck. Fuck good."
He was giving her the vigorous action that she required. He was enjoying it, and so was she.
"Hang in there, tiger," she cried excitedly, "that's the way to love me. Milk it, baby. Milk it."
He continued giving it to her, and with every enthusiastic cockstab the pleasure increased.
"You're a beautiful lover," she cried emphatically, "Ohhh sweetheart, smile at me."
He smiled, as he finished shooting his load into her. She was a gorgeous woman, in any man's language. He loved the sight of her open mouth. He liked her lips, her teeth. But above all her flashing eager eyes appealed to him.
"What a turn on," he exclaimed, "any man would give anything to fuck you."
"Plenty of men have given a lot," she assured him.
He pulled out of her, and some of the juice of his cock dripped on her body.
"How about doing it steady?" she suggested with a sly smile.
"I'm ready if you are," he told her.
"Well," she said, "let's plan on it. We can meet here tomorrow at the same time. We'll have dinner, and then we'll go down on each other. That'll be our dessert."
"Sounds super," he told her.
"Well you will enjoy it too, honey," she assured him.
The excitement that she was planning, appealed to him. He wanted to travel, and he liked the idea of getting a big car.
"When do I get that big car, baby?" he asked her.
"Now don't be overanxious," she cautioned. "I don't want to think you're just loving me for my money."
"Oh I would love you if you didn't have a penny," he said.
"Are you sure?" she smiled at him.
"Of course I'm sure," he told her, "do you doubt me?"
"Well not exactly," she said, "but you see a Baroness with funds such as I have, can never be too cautious. I have plenty of men who didn't really give a damn about me. They were on my tail all the time, and I've had a terrible day of it."
"Why?" he smiled at her, "what went wrong with today?"
"Everything, honey," she laughed. "First it was some ridiculous man who proposed to me. He had oil wells, and I'm not interested in oil. People are fighting so much over it now, that I say that it will be confiscated before long. So one isn't safe with oil wells."
"Well what else happened to you?" he asked her.
"Well then there was a banker," she told him. "A banker?" he asked.
"Yes dear," she said, "the bankers bore me. Furthermore, I think this banker has made so many bad loans that they're going to foreclose on him. It can happen you know. Even to bankers."
"Well aren't you being too careful?" he asked, not fully understanding why she was taking so many precautions.
"With my money," she said, "I can afford to be careful. I'm not going to go hungry, if I don't marry tomorrow or the next day."
"Well "probably not," he said, "but you don't want to wait until your silicone melts."
"I don't find that funny at all," she said, a nervous twitch coming to her left eye.
"I guess I also have a warped sense of humor," he admitted.
"You certainly do," she said, "you've got to watch it."
"Do you have any other desires that you haven't told me?" she smiled at young Wally.
"Well I've always wanted an Italian villa," he said, "but I would settle for a castle in Spain."
"You don't want much do you?" she said tightly.
"Well I'm giving a lot, sweetheart," he "said glancing down at his cock which was rigid again.
She nervously glanced at it, and observed it.
"Well it's true," she admitted, "you have a tremendous penis there. Apparently, the damn thing never goes down."
"I've always had difficulty getting it to stay down," he admitted.
"Well that's the type of cock I like," she admitted.
"Groovy," he said, "we would make a good fucking team."
"That is if you would stay with me," she said nervously.
"Why would I want to play around with another woman?" he asked her.
"Well it could happen," she said, "I'm thinking not today or tomorrow but ten years from now. Then, you probably would force me to get plastic surgery or something, if you were going to stay with me. That would be simply dreadful."
"Oh I wouldn't force you to get plastic anything," he said, "except, maybe some new silicone."
"Your sense of humor is appalling, Wally," she said indignantly, "I don't know Whether we would work out well as man and wife."
"Were you thinking of making it a blessed marriage?" Wally asked, surprised.
"Well I wouldn't think of anything else," she said, "for a Baroness to live with a man would be common cheap. I have my name and my pride. I could never hide it, as I'm too famous."
"I bet you are," he said, "judging from that article I read in the Chicago papers, you really are somebody."
"Why thank you dear," she said, "I guess it isn't every day you fuck a Baroness is it?"
"No," he said, "every other day."
T don't find that amusing at all," she said, "you make it sound so common and ordinary."
"Only teasing," Wally said, "my trade, I'm a reporter you know? It's just that I was bowled over by a beauty."
"Well that's what I would like to believe," she said quietly.
"Well go right ahead and believe if you want to," he chuckled.
"You know there is something I don't trust about you," she said, "I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm gifted with ESP."
"What's that?" he asked her.
"Extra sensitive pussy," she smiled. "When you were fucking me, I could almost feel it plunging into all those other women that you've had before me.
"Well there were a few," he said, "Did you ever find a man who hadn't fucked quite a few?"
"Well that's true," she admitted, "but I don't want a man who's been around too much. After all, it would be like getting a worn out man."
"Well I'm not worn out," he said, 'let's say I'm well-seasoned."
"How old are you Wally?" she said, "I don't know whether you're old enough to marry me."
"You don't have to worry about that none," he winked, "I'm plenty old."
"How old?" she said closing her eyes and wondering if she was playing with a minor.
"Eighteen," he said, "and that's old enough to die, old enough to fuck, and old enough to drink."
"And I'm happy to say old enough to get married," the Baroness grinned proudly.
"You want a big wedding?" he asked her.
"Well I certainly wouldn't want one of those little Las Vegas chapels," she said.
"What do you want?" he asked her.
"Well I was thinking of a North Shore wedding, in some small cozy church. We could rent one for the day."
"Well what about the people?" he asked her, "who would we get to come?"
"We could hire extras," she said.
"You are an actress," he said.
"I told you I had a career before I got married to the Baron," she reminded him.
"I mean, you would go to such great lengths."
"Well I don't see why not," he smiled at her.
It was perfectly obvious to him, that she intended to go through with the marriage.
"What'cha going to wear? Sure ain't going to wear white are you?"
"Well maybe not," she said, "but you wouldn't like it if the bride wore red would you?"
"Wouldn't bother me a bit," he said. "Red is a beautiful color."
"Well I'm not denying that dear," she said, "with my skin, red is lovely. However, I must admit that it isn't quite as virginal as white is."
"But you're no virgin," he told her.
"But I feel like one," she said. 'There are women, who feel like sluts. I don't feel like one of those I assure you. For I've been fairly loyal to the Baron."
"So you did step out on the old man?" he chuckled.
"When I had to," she said, "when the Baron got loaded he couldn't make it."
"And you weren't going to deny yourself some good action?" he laughed.
"Well why should I?" she said, "I always figured I deserve the best."
"Naturally," he laughed, "because you've got such a damn good opinion of yourself."
"Of course," she smiled, "and I have a good opinion of you dear. I think that you would make a marvelous husband. However, I don't know whether you could continue your work if you're employed with me."
"Employed with you?" he said, "are you putting it on that basis?"
"Why I didn't mean to say that," she corrected herself quickly. "I meant to say, married to me."
"Well that's better," he told her emphatically.
The point had been made.
"I guess I could continue my job," he said, "but I don't make much money."
"Now how much do you make a month?" she asked eagerly.
"Well I hate to mention it to you," he said, "you're rich."
"Every little bit helps, honey," she said.
"Honey," she said, "be honest with me. Tell me how much money you make."
"All right I will," he said.
"Go ahead," she begged him.
Finally he told her. She flipped, when he said five hundred dollars.
"I make that much in a night sometimes," she said angrily.
"A night?" he asked, not understanding.
"Oh the Baron's business makes it," she corrected herself.
"Oh," he laughed, "for a minute I thought you meant something else."
"You've got a dirty mind," the Baroness teased.