Chapter 3
Randy was so frantic to answer the bell before that nosey Mrs. Cravitz could get a good look at her guest that she nearly tripped over her dress and fell down the stairs.
Damn, her heel was caught in the back of the dress and had nearly torn a nice gash in her sexy red outfit that made her hot just to look at herself.
One last look at herself in the upstairs mirror to check that she hadn't disheveled herself in the near tumble. Yes, what a sight.
Her red dress went perfect with her lovely complexion and hair. Her long, blonde locks rested on her shoulders right on top of the red straps.
It was a seductive outfit that had been suggested by the lusty Beth. When it came to enticing a man with clothes or foreplay she was an expert.
It was low-cut on a diagonal slant that gave way to a slit that went the entire length of the garment down to her silver high heels.
The slash was held in place by darling pieces of red cloth that opened up at the waist to bare both legs and barely drape one thigh.
Her big tits jutted out of the sheer garment and her pert nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric and showed off all her charms.
She had worn no bra, just a scanty pair of panties. Her red lipstick was full and glossy and her made-up face was slightly whorish.
Her contemporary styling of herself turned her on. The deep green eye shadow that framed her fantastic blue eyes complemented well with her flaming red rouge which she had amply applied to her cheeks.
And the finishing touch had been the shiny, slick nail polish she had liberally applied to her nail that made her look vivacious even to herself.
She straightened up and brushed a piece of lint off the fine, red garment and made her way slowly down the stairs to answer the door.
She hoped this suitor was as handsome as he was cracked up to be. Randy was used to nothing but the best and he better be up to snuff or there would be hell to pay. It might have been Robert Bedford at the door. She stood there with her jaw agape.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Johnny Longo stood there with a huge grin on his handsome face and his hand brazenly on the point of his hip. He knew what that look meant.
"Why, of course, come right in."
She was hypnotized by his beauty already. This whore would be a lark, he thought. Her eyes were lost in that dreamy, come-on daze already.
"I'm Johnny Long. The agency sent me over. Am I too early?"
"Why no, you're right on time."
This hunk of flesh could never be too early. God, what a beast. He looks famous. I know I've seen that face before. Look at that bulge in his crotch!
"Excuse me, but haven't I seen you somewhere before."
"Eh, you might have. I used to play football."
"You don't mean to say you're Johnny Longo the football star."
"The one and only."
Holy shit-what luck. This'll fix Ralph's wagon for sure. Look at those muscles. And that wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. And that bulge in his crotch! Wow..
"Well, are you on vacation or something."
Randy never read the papers. She watched a lot of TV though. That's where she saw his face. Was the football season over? She didn't know.
John Longo took a chance she was a dumb slut.
"No. I'm retired now. It was in all the papers."
"Oh, I see. Well I'm ready. Are you?"
What a succulent dish, thought John. A lot like the cunt he was used to getting when the owners were begging for him to sign with them and ordered the best cunt for him to taste and then make up his mind who to sign with.
"Yes, I hope this tux is fine for the occasion."
Randy eyed his fabulous form that shone through the magnificent tuxedo that framed his fantastic body. This hunk was fine for any occasion.
"Yes, just perfect. Shall we go?" He picked up her mink stole and draped it over her creamy, white shoulders. He accidentally on purpose brushed his bulge on the hump of her ass.
"Yes, a Jaguar. It's in the garage."
"Shall we go."
"Yes, of course." As they walked out the door and over to the driveway. Randy could feel her blonde cunt start to get wet from the mere sight of the well-hung handsome dude.
What was it the agent had called him? An Aryan man? What the fuck was an Aryan man? Well whoever he was there should be more like him in the world.
Look at the size of his neck! And those muscles in his arms and thighs. My God, what a lovely fuck this guy must be. I can hardly wait.
Longo could tell this bitch was putty in his hands. Nice house, nice clothes. She was used to the best of everything. Pity the poor sucker of a husband who paid for it all.
Yep, the poor jerk. He paid through the nose while Johnny got his rocks off fucking the shit out of his wife. Harry had said to let her make the first move.
She pressed the button after turning the lock and the electric door to the garage lifted open to reveal a silver metallic Jaguar that glistened in the moonlight.
This bitch had her own car too. Another gift from the hubby that Johnny would be luxuriously taking advantage of this evening. Some men were born suckers.
He opened the door for her and she slunk in like a snaky vixen and purposely bared both of her tender legs and pantied crotch for him to get a perfect look at.
Mmmmm-mmm, what a dish. And that look in her eyes! A lustful twinkle if he ever saw one. He hopped in beside her and turned the key.
The engine softly purred into action and he put it in gear while smiling at her with his blazing white choppers that left no doubt as to how he felt about her.
Randy could feel her wet gash as she moved in her seat.
"So tell me, what made you retire so young."
And she ran a red-tipped hand through his soft, blonde locks that begged him to bare his soul and everything else he had to offer. She was willing.
"Oh, just that there are easier ways to make a living."
"But the money. You know, what about that?"
"I saved enough to keep me in the swing." She seemed to gobble up that answer without nary a doubt. Didn't this dumb bitch ever read a paper. Probably didn't care about anything but her clothes and possessions.
"By the way, where are we going?"
"Oh, to Carnegie Center, there's a jazz concert tonight."
While she answered him a lovely hand groped its way to his enormous crotch and gingerly scratched it with her long, red-glistening fingernails.
Well, there it is, the first move. It was all downhill from here. She was putty in his hands. Just the sight of him was enough to get her steam flowing.
"Do you mind terribly?"
"Why no. You paid for an escort and my wish is your command."
"May I take it out?"
"Don't let me stop you."
She couldn't take it any longer. Ralph's frantic fuck was still with her even though she didn't give him the satisfaction of blowing.
She had to have a look at that massive instrument that felt like a small mountain inside her clutching fingers and slightly pulsed. She unzipped the fly of his fine dress pants. She placed a hand inside and gasped when her mind sensed the enormous tool and encircled its thickness.
It was huge. Its width alone brought her pert nipples to a bloated max. She pulled it from the confines and the snake rose from the pit.
Her face was beet-red as she viewed the incredible size of the thick prick which one of her pretty, red-tipped hands could not grasp completely around.
Johnny kept his eyes on the road and relaxed behind the wheel. This was an exercise he was used. It was normal for him, one event in a long career.
Women were jerking and sucking him at the wildest times and places. They loved his dick because its massive size brought out the beast in them. They couldn't control the lusty appetite.
So he let them play whenever they got the urge. He was always ready. His cock was the biggest limb on his body and he let it do the thinking for him. Every time she assured herself that it indeed was her heart would beat wildly and her lust was beyond control.
As it stiffened in her clutches she jerked it as hard as she could and it barely moved the foreskin. She jerked it harder and brought another hand around.
Johnny was looking at the road. This had to be at least the hundredth time that a woman had given him head while he was driving.
He pushed the car faster. It was an exercise he enjoyed. As he sped faster the woman had to go even crazier on his cock. There was something natural about it.
Randy was mad over that cock. Two hands jerked it like a demon. He eyes were bulging out of her head and her cunt was soppy. What a man.
She had no idea a cock could be this huge. She was dying to see what it would look like when it was full erect. She pulled the tight foreskin.
Johhny eased his foot down on the accelerator and looked at her lusty eyes through the side mirror that were glued to his magnificent cock.
She rubbed the bulging cockhead on her fine, sheer red fabric careful to rub her hard nipples on the mushroom tip.
She had lost all sense of time and space. She had no idea where she was but could feel the speed she was hurtling at. The cock was growing and she gasped.
It was at least nine-and-a-half or ten inches already and had not stopped filling up with blood. She pulled on it to tear it off but the foreskin barely moved.
She jerked harder and nuzzled the enormous head between her bare tits which she removed from the dress with an easy cupping and brushing aside.
Johhny could barely feel her frenzied work. Often, two or three worked on his fabulous cock in tandem. This was a breeze. He sped faster.
Randy was determined to see the full size of his erection before stuffing it in her mouth. She had to see how big it would get.
Now that it was hard it was impossible to get one hand completely around it. She clasped it with two hands and gushed with excitement.
Johnny looked down to see how things were getting along. Her beautiful, red-glossy fingernails looked fine on his handsome, flesh-colored dick. Mmmmm!
She cupped those huge balls and marveled at the size of the sac. It was a fabulous prick. It was a pity all men weren't born with such stupendous talents such as Johnny.
It was the grand-daddy of all cocks. She had heard that some men were well-endowed. Particularly the blacks, she'd heard. But she'd never get down with a 'nigger' because if Daddy found out he'd cut her off.
It was in full flower and driving Randy crazy just at the mere sight of it. Her senses were gobbling it up and she didn't know whether to please her eyes or take that sweet snake in between her succulent, red-painted lips.
Suddenly, in a rush of passion, she could no longer resist the sweet taste of its meat and swirled her head in a seductive motion and grabbed his humungous balls.
Then her mouth snapped the enormous mushroom in between her soft lips and dragged the pecker into her mouth and lodged her tongue around the stately rim.
It felt like a live monster inside her warm mouth. She sucked on the head with a fervor that showed she adored the prick and jerked the hard staff meanly in her pretty hand.
Another hand groped at his huge balls and felt their tremendous size individually. She wanted to eat it alive, to devour it with her senses, to enjoy the delectable treat.
She was in love with the man. He could do anything he liked with her and she would gladly relent. She would kiss his ass and adore his cock forever.
She was crazy with lust and she knew it. She basked in the feeling of being fully alive for once in her life. It was a dream from which she never wanted to awake.
Johnny passed the accelerator past eighty and was easing the soft-purring car to a hundred which it could handle without jarring the car a millimeter.
Randy was a hungry wolf on his prick but still he could hardly feel her fondling. Some women could raise his cock to almost a foot long their actions were so feverish.
This bitch was having a go at it but she was no where near some of the fabulous cunts he was used to having strum the come out of his cock in incredible bouts of love-making.
Women bared their ass-holes to impress him to consider their charms before those of another. They worshipped his cock to gain his approval.
He would ignore their most brazen efforts. This would make them wilder to excite him but nothing they did would shake his stance one iota.
This was all a ploy, of course, to get them to impress him more with their lustfulness. He would fuck two and three bitches at a time.
It was, in a way, his blessing and his cross at the same time. Women were constantly begging him to perform and he had to adhere to their demands because his ego demanded it.
But they never complained. Often he was dry as a bone from hours of fucking on end and they could barely walk and still they would beg for more.
So he had to oblige. He fucked every one of their holes with his mammoth cock and they never complained for fear they would lose favor in his eyes.
As this beautiful cunt worked him over he hardly noticed her most loving and obscene gestures. She had taken off her scanty dress and was totally nude sitting next to him.
Her whole body was working his massive dick over. Her big tits were rubbing over the huge staff and her mouth wouldn't take itself off the head of his cock for a million bucks.
Johhny inched the accelerator down and was determined to hit a hundred-and-twenty in another few seconds. The purr of the two cats was getting his balls to ring.
Randy was mad for the cock. She stripped and threw her whole fantastic body on it and wrapped herself around it while twirling it in her hands and keeping the bulbous head in her mouth.
The stud seemed to be barely fazed by her frantic sucking. He had hardly batted an eye through the whole obscene affair. She worked harder to get his attention.
The Jaguar hit one-twenty when Johnny could feel the slut trying to mash his enormous cock down her puny throat. Her hands had never stopped jerking him and they wanted his come real bad.
She was making little cat-like squeaks. She was out of control and her whites only were visible underneath her green-shadowed lip
She was on her hands and knee' and her lovely cunt bared open and she could feel the lapping wind from the open window that rustled her long locks.
Johnny wanted one-hundred-and-fifty-per real bad. His foot pressed inexorably down on the pedal and Randy sucked his big tool like a mad woman.
He had to admit the chick was giving him a good suck. She seemed to sense how to turn on his marvelous engine. Her squeaking like a satisfied pig helped to bring him to a boil.
The car zoomed into the night as Randy fell on that snake for all she was worth. She had lost all notions of decency and sanity and was drooling over the beast.
Johnny didn't have to move his cock a blessed inch. The way the cunt was loving and mouthing it was enough rhythm to start the spasm rising in his balls.
She jerked the staunch pecker like she was milking a stubborn cow. She pulled on the staff with all her might, with two hands she pumped it.
She had to taste the sweet spray of his boiling lather down her throat. She didn't know if her tight cunt could hold the prodigious member. Anyway, she had to taste it.
Her mouth sucked on the bulbous tip to draw the come out of it. She jerked like a demon on the pole and made purring sounds from her wanton lust.
At one-fifty Johnny kept the magnificent vehicle perfectly still and gripping the road as his balls tightened and his shaft spasmed and he could feel his geyser letting go.
Randy felt the rod spasm and became crazy in her motions to draw that sperm into her mouth. Her lips rimmed the fabulous tip and she sucked on the shaft-hole.
The first bevy of spray painted the roof of her mouth and she moaned like a lusty whore when the sweet-bitter taste rolled around her tongue.
She kept a hand on the palpitating staff and clutched his balls with the other and squeezed hard to draw out all the come embedded there.
She sucked in between spurts to make sure she cleaned each load to the max and finally the scum leaked out of her lips and she lapped harder to swallow every last drop down her sweet throat.
Still she pulled on his rigid member to keep his orgasm on the rise so that she would pump clean his spasming balls and enjoy the full flavor of his load.
There was scum drooling out of her eager mouth and his shaft glistened in the moonlight from the bevy of scum he had unleashed at one-fifty per.
She let the huge snake out of her mouth when she was so full with sperm her stomach felt bloated and then the pecker spurted heavy shots on her whorish, made-up face.
Her face and mouth and his cock and balls were doused with gleaming scum and she lapped like a maniac to get all the goo into her mouth and down her throat.
Johnny was riding the wave of his great speed and felt the wind dry his dripping load almost as fast as her tongue worked to lick it all up before it was gone.
He held back his smile as he always did when a woman went crazy over his cock and made like nothing happened, or rather that it happened all the time.
No matter how women slaved over his prick, Johnny never let out the fact that he was enjoying himself. On the contrary, he always made it appear that he was bored stiff.
Actually, most of these women drove him out of his skull with their frantic fucking but he never let on. When they saw he was barely touched by their wildest efforts they did even crazier things.
Randy went to down on the stupendous staff that was barely starting to show signs of wear and begging to lose tautness. She sucked him clean as a whistle.
There was absolutely nothing to show that Johnny had unleashed a pail of come down her luscious throat. His cock was totally clean.
She was reveling her senses in his fine cock.
Even while beginning to grow limp it had an incredible appearance that drove her to the brink of passion.
She couldn't stop sucking it and nibbling around the fine foreskin that seemed as soft scales on his snake-like instrument that was driving her nuts.
His balls were a fabulous bag of clay-like globes that radiated a glowing warmth from the after-fire of his steamy load that she had gobbled up.
When the cock was limp enough for her to swallow deep down her throat she engulfed the huge pecker and made love to it with her succulent tongue.
It was a delectable piece of meat that she couldn't get enough of and she rested on his lap murmuring like a cat with his cock stuffed down her sweet throat.
What a man, what a cock ... she kept repeating to herself. Her mind was drugged with his scum that had made her wicked for another taste.
Johnny eased back down off the accelerator and concentrated on evening out his breaths and recovering his senses that the cunt's sucking had made him take leave of.
He slowed to one-twenty, then one-hundred, then still back to the legal limit. His cock was still engulfed by the sex-drugged woman and he let her play.
The cock had lost most of its luster and was receding from her sucking lips. Still, it filled her mouth to the brim and that fact alone kept her going.
She wanted to say something but changed her mind at the thought of letting go of the fabulous snake that she twirled in her mouth and dare not let go of.
She mumbled something that Johnny perceived but couldn't make out fully. The hum of her sweet voice felt good on his cock. She hummed a little more.
"Mmmmmmff, mmy plathmmmmm...."
"What."
She hummed another bar and her tongue vibrated on his prick.
"Oh, I get ya. Head back to your place. Sure, sure.. "
And he turned the well-greased machine about and began the short trek back home where she undoubtedly wanted to fuck the night away. Just look at that brazen slut go!
She was nude as the day she was born. Her fabulous tits were being mauled by one lovely, red-tipped hand that tweaked each nipples, while another cupped his massive balls and her mouth ate his cock alive.
She had a great body, there was no doubt about that. She was one of the most beautiful women he would ever fuck. Yet he was used to three of these kinds of beauties going wild on his cock.
Johnny's problems were most men's dreams. Perhaps, that had been his downfall. A man of unbelievable talents relegated to an 'escort agency'?
It didn't make sense to him or anybody else. Look at the way she was loving his dick, the little whore-the way all women loved his massive member!
And he had to take orders from a man like Harry Lance. Damn, the reporters always said his only problem was that he was dumb. Other than that, the man had all the talent in the world.
An Aryan man. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed beach ass was an Aryan man. That's what that damned reporter had wrote. Bah, the little twerp was probably jealous, that's all.
He settled into his seat and Randy's sluttish slurping sounds as she washed his dick down her throat filled the car as it jetted through the purple night.