Chapter 9
"Hi, Charlie," June smiled, as she breezed into the bedroom, stark naked. Charlie Nolan's eyes opened wide. He couldn't help but smile in spite of himself, "You know what, Miss Vincent?" he chuckled.
"What, Charlie?" she smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed, deliberately not getting too close to him.
"You've got a shape that our "See-Through" lingerie doesn't do justice. So help me, I've seen your remarkable breasts before, but I've never seen them close-up, and with nothing at all covering them. Not that our half-moon bra-cup does a disservice to any female's bosoms, mind you! It's just that your breasts do look better naked."
"And what do you think of me down here-naked?"
Nolan's eyes glanced down. A grin surfaced.
"A work of art," he said.
"I've been called many things, Charlie," she giggled, "but never, a work of art!"
"Well, you are, my dear-you're beautiful. And maybe if I were a young horny stud out on the loose, and not married, and if my morals allowed it, I might decide to-"
"To what, Charlie?"
"You know what," he laughed.
"Charlie, you're not too old," she whispered.
"Oh, yes, I am," he smiled sheepishly, his face becoming red with embarrassment.
And then, he said, "I think you'd better go now-"
"Why, Charlie, are you weakening?"
"No," he said, shaking his head, "but I don't think I should be alone with a naked woman. You see, I'm happily married, June, and this isn't the life for me. I've always been, shall we say-a trifle on the conservative side.
"Obviously, Charlie," she smiled, "Now, what would you say if I decided to have sex with you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious, my dear! I have no intention whatsoever of wanting to seduce you."
"Well, I'd say, 'beautiful,' because I think all sex is beautiful. Nobody is hurting anybody if it isn't forced, and it is the nicest form of communication I know between two human beings of the opposite sex."
"Well, that's a fact," Charlie chuckled, "You are a very clever girl-I'll say that for you. Yes, you are sharp, sharp."
"If you don't want sex, luv-I'll tell you what. I'm great at giving backrubs, and I could give you an excellent massage."
"Maybe that would be alright," Charlie nodded, "I just had a terrible squabble with my vice-president."
"Well, a good, vigorous massage will make you forget it."
"Yes, if you can rub back of the heart muscle, honey. My adrenalin gets to flowing, and my heart pounds too fast, and then I'm exhausted."
"Alright," she agreed, "Just take your shirt off."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, Charlie-if you want a really good rubdown."
Charlie Nolan got to his feet, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and as he glanced over at June Vincent's naked breasts jutting out, he got an eyeful.
"You do have beautiful breasts," he admitted, as he threw his shirt across the room, landing on a chair.
"And they're mine too-not one of those silicone jobs a lot of the girls get nowadays."
"Good for you," Charlie nodded, "I don't like anything artificial, whether it's breasts or people or whatever. I like things to be genuine, and on the up, and up."
Lifting her great breasts up, June smiled, "These, luv, are on the up, and up-they don't sag. I guess they sort of grow together here, and that forms a natural arch, and they burst out."
"Well, however you do it, honey-you do it right." Then, Nolan stretched out, and June smiled. "Baby, you've still got your shoes on."
"Well, you're not going to rub my feet, are you?" he demanded.
"I don't know why not," she declared, as she untied his shoe's, and let them fall to the floor. Then, she straddled his back, and began reaching out to massage him up and down his spine.
As she neared the lower spine, she exclaimed, "I can't rub your sacroiliac, sweetheart-not like this."
"Well, I can't take my pants down."
"You don't have to," June cut in quickly, fencing for words to get the results she wanted, for her eventual goal. "If you'd just undo your belt, I could pull your pants down a bit further, and massage the lower back muscles. That's where you need to be rubbed the most. The lower back takes the greatest strain of all."
"Alright," he agreed, and then she went to work, as he allowed her the access to his lower back muscles. But, June knew she'd manage to go beyond that. The luscious, erotic feelings that started to surge in him made him much more agreeable, as she slid his pants down still further, further, along with his shorts. Now, his buttocks were bare, and he wasn't complaining.
Using her fingers effectively, she massaged his prostate gland. This massage aroused his penis, and when his penis stiffened, Charlie Nolan was hooked. He couldn't admit to this of course, but he didn't complain, when June
Vincent pulled his pants all the way off, and then slid his shorts down, taking them carefully off each leg. He raised up so she could pull past his penis, and this told her Nolan was nowhere near as invincible, as his vice-president Dale Dorman imagined he was. There was plenty of action in the old boy yet, and June Vincent determined to prove it. Her hands returned to his prostate for a few moments of smooth massage. Then, she stroked the backside of his testicles.
Then, she pressed her great breasts down on his behind, and rolled them back and forth, while her fingers continued to play around his prostate. Then, she started kissing Charlie Nolan's ass cheeks. He quivered.
Now, her tongue whipped out, and she began licking all around his tight anus. He liked the feel of a woman's hot tongue licking around there, and had to admit to himself at last that perhaps he had missed out on something.
June's tongue suddenly stiffened and she plunged it up his behind, while at the same time her hands played with, kneaded, massaged, and gathered in her hands, his buttocks. The double action of her hot tongue plunging up his anus, and her hands keeping his buttocks excited, kept him sexually stimulated to such a pitch, he was beside himself.
Then, she reached under him, and let him express his penis size to her hand. She massaged his penis, and he pressed down. Now, his anus was getting some hot, exciting action, and so was his penis.
Suddenly, Nolan realized what sex was all about. He turned over, flipping his huge penis in her face. She took it, gripping it tightly, and then she let her mouth slid over its huge head. Even though Nolan was an older man, he was well-hung, and when he got excited, had a penis that would make any man proud, and turn any woman on.
His hands went down to her head, and he ran his fingers through her hair, as he turned and writhed on the bed.
Powerful emotions surged through him as she sucked on his tool. June Vincent held back nothing. She pulled his thighs in close, so she could tingle to the feel of his thighs embracing her. This always excited her. And she knew full well if she sincerely felt sexual excitement while she sucked on him, she could give him sensations he never dreamt existed. She calculated that he probably hadn't overdone screwing, and no doubt his big balls were loaded with thick cock-juice. She was curious to know what Nolan would taste like. Her hands slipped under his buttocks, and she held on for dear life as she let her head bob up and down on his thrusting rod.
"Suck me," he blurted, "Suck my cock!" At last he'd mouthed the words he'd never before mouthed in his life. And it was this newness to the sexual act that gave her something unusual and exciting about carrying on with him.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he groaned in delight, finding the electrical sensations of her sucking on his main stem, something more fulfilling, more fantastic than he could ever, conceive without having this experience.
"Now, now," he blurted, "Ohhh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming." He shouted it so loudly, that Dale Dorman who was waiting his chance in the hall darted in, and took the picture. The picture that could mean everything for his future. He moved the miniature camera, and continued taking pictures for his boss, Charles Nolan was rolling his head back and forth, his eyes closed in sexual ecstasy, and June went on sucking his penis juices.
Just as smoothly, as he'd darted into the room, Dorman darted out.
He had what he wanted now. And June felt as though she had been the brains back of his successful venture into blackmail. But it was just a venture. Time would tell how effectively they both could bring it off.
June pulled her mouth off him, and then she got another idea. What would a man like Nolan think if someone sucked twice on his ass-hole? The surprise that it would bring to him nearly made her chuckle. She lifted his buttocks, and slid a pillow under him quickly, and then she let her tongue flip in again. At the same time, she rimmed him, she took his penis in her hand and began pumping on it. She swiftly pulled it up and down, and it didn't take long for it to leap back to life.
"Oh, baby, do me again," he begged her, and June's mouth went over his penis for the second time.
"Eat my cock! Come on, cocksucker, suck the juice out of it," Charles Nolan cried, and for all the world, he sounded just like any other man who is getting a super suck.
"Ohhh, baby, let me throat-fuck you," he begged her, and then she let him drive his hot tool down her throat.
"That's it, ohhh, ahhh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, as his hot sperm flashed down her throat. She accepted him, knowing full well the danger that rejecting a male's hot, creamy juice was tantamount to insulting him.
As he finished shooting, she slowly eased her mouth off his rod.
"Can I eat you?" he smiled.
"If you want to," she said quietly slipping her leg over his chest, and sliding herself forward.
"I'd like it if you'd eat my ass out first," she smiled, and then she lowered her buttocks over his face. His hot tongue whipped out, and soon he was licking away at her anus.
"Honey, the trick is to stiffen your tongue, and then I slide up and down it like a flagpole-okay?"
"Yes, luv," he said agreeably. And then Dale Dorman opened the door, just a crack, and allowed the camera lens to focus on the scene of his boss, sliding his tongue in and out of his model employee's anus.
"Suck my ass out," she panted, as she pushed up and down. "Ohhh, yes, suck my ass out. You're good at it. Ohhh, ahh, I love it ... I love it."
Charlie Nolan was surprised himself. He had not the remotest idea that a stuffed-shirt like himself, could ever succumb to the activities he was now engaging in, and engaging in with complete candor.
As his eyes observed her pussy hairs starting to moisten, he knew it was time to switch his tongue jabbing action from her anus, to her vagina. Slipping his tongue out of her anus ever so smoothly, he made little darting movements with his tongue on her vagina. And then he thrust it in full force, reaching up to grip her breasts. Now, she was enjoying Charlie ever so much. His tongue told her he possessed good sex instincts, and knew much about pleasing a woman.
"Eat my pussy," she urged him on, "Mmmmmmmm, it'll taste real good, lovereat me-eat it up."
Back and forth his tongue swept inside her, as he licked her vagina walls. She quivered, and the thrills raced up and down her spine, as the tongue jabbing up her, combined with the hands on her breasts drove her out of her mind.
"Pinch my nipples," she pleaded with him, as her streak of sadism surfaced. "Yes, like that. Harder!"
Charlie Nolan was learning more about sex in this one hour session with the gorgeous model June Vincent than he'd learned about erotic sex action in his entire lifetime.
"Ohhh, baby, I can't stand it, I can't stand it," she cried out, and as she cried in sexual ecstasy, a camera lens pointed at the scene once more. Another shot of President Charlie Nolan's mouth connecting with a female's genitals was taken. And Dale Dorman felt his own kind of thrilling sensations, shivering up and down his spine, as he thought of the possibilities the simple pressing of the camera lens could well afford, providing he played his cards right.
Suddenly, June gushed, and she held on his head, and guided him, as he sucked, "Eat me, eat it up. Go after the pussy juice," she begged him. And sure enough, Nolan's tongue lashed around her hot insides, and he licked her, devouring her delicious juices, savoring the taste and smell of her sex. She kept gripping his head, and guiding him, until he'd finished. Then, he moved away, licking his lips as he did so.
As she pulled away from him, the look on his face was what both amazed and puzzled her. Even though Charlie Nolan was an older man, he had the wild, wicked look of a teen-aged kid who just experienced his first piece of ass.
June walked to the widow, and looked cut over the city. With the photos Dorman had taken, she felt as if she owned it. Turning to Charlie, she grinned, "Baby, you just got fucked."
"You can say that again," he laughed, reaching down to his penis which was once more erect. Gripping it, he waved it proudly in front of her.
"Alright," she laughed, "I will say it again. Charlie Nolan, you just got fucked!"