Chapter 3
"Harvey, for God's sake, get that glassy-eyed stare off your face. Is that little blonde bitch you saw last night with David Martin all you're able to think about?" Jeanette Sawyer scolded Harvey Burns from where she was stretched out luxuriously on the couch in his office. "If her husband knew what you were thinking, he would shy away from you like a two year old race horse making his debut at the track."
"Jesus," he replied, turning toward his red-haired mistress and smiling, "I'd give a week's take from the roulette tables to get a little of that tail. I haven's seen anything that young and luscious since I opened that club in London four years ago."
He slowly left the office window where he had been watching the long drive curving between the rows of trees toward the parking lot of the club. He glanced out once more to see if David's car was entering the grounds yet, and then sighed heavily and walked across the room to where Jeanette was lying in her robe on the thick dark bearskin covering the couch.
"I like 'em with experience too, baby, don't get me wrong," he grinned, dropping to his knees and then sitting beside the couch on the floor. "You'd already had too many good years of training for me to pass you up when I met you, but you gotta admit it would be fun to break in such an obviously innocent little piece as Angela Martin.
"I like to see a man who throws himself into his life's work the way you do, Harvey. It keeps you young and healthy," Jeanette said, a lewdly seductive smile playing on her lips.
"Baby, that's where I get the experience to keep a nympho like you happy. I couldn't have gotten you away from all those other rich bastards if I hadn't been the best, could I? Besides, I let you get your share whenever you want it, right here in the club."
Harvey reached down the length of her long, slenderly tapered legs to the back of her knees and playfully brought his hand up under her robe, pushing the hem abruptly up the soft smooth backs of her thighs before she could resist.
"Ohhh, you animal," she cried in surprise, jumping forward as she tried to escape the playful fingers coursing their way up along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. "Stop, stop it, Harvey, please," she giggled out of control, knocking the vodka and tomato juice she had been drinking for breakfast into the air and spilling it across the thick orange rug on the floor. "Look what you made me do now. Oohhhhhh, ohhh, God! Stop, Harvey! Don't tease me like that. Ohhhhh!"
Harvey grinned as he leaned above her, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her down to the soft couch, continuing his obscene probing up between his mistress's flailing legs and laughing aloud at the same time at her helpless squeals for mercy.
"No panties this morning, eh?" he chided loudly as her robe flew up, exposing the lushly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. "Don't tell me I don't have a nympho here. Didn't I give you enough last night. Didn't I? Didn't I?"
"Ohhh, yes, Harveeeyyyy! Yes, yes, anything you say, just stop it! You're driving me crazy!" Jeanette bucked and twisted beneath the hand holding her tightly to the floor, laughing uncontrollably from the playful tickling he was subjecting her to.
"Anything I say? Anything?" he demanded playfully, continuing the fondling of the warm soft flesh between her legs.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes, anything!"
"Help me get into little Angela Martin's hot little panties?"
"Yes, damn you! Yes! Just stop, stop!"
He laughed aloud again and released his hold on her wildly squirming body, withdrawing his hand from up under her robe. "That's my baby, knew you wouldn't deny me anything."
"You bastard," his mistress grinned up at him as she rolled over and smoothed her wrinkled robe back into place. "I might have known you had something in mind when you started playing around with me this time of the day."
"Nonsense, love. You know I would have done that anyway. Besides, we both know how it is you can help me, don't we? And you want it just as much as I do. Am I right?"
Jeanette Sawyer suddenly sat upright on the couch, a new look of sensual interest spreading over her face. "Do you mean what I hope you mean?" she asked, unable to control the rising excitement in her voice.
Harvey knew she would go along with his plan, but he wanted to make sure, and he wanted her to get started as soon as David Martin showed up this morning. He finished mixing another Bloody Mary for her and carried it back to the couch where she was watching his face eagerly. Damn, there's just no one else like her, he was thinking as he looked at her sitting with her knees pulled up so that he could see the white, ivory-like backs of her full thighs and the little curling triangle of reddish pubic hair peeping out at their tops. He ran his eyes on up to the voluptuously high-set breasts, almost fully exposed and pressing closely together, leaving room for only the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. As he looked into her greenish-gray eyes and handed her the drink he had prepared, he could see the smoky film starting to glaze her eyes from the lewd desire she was beginning to feel.
She was enough for more than one man to take care of, and if he hadn't been such a lecherous bastard, he would have just kept her locked up in her private apartment in the club ready whenever he wanted her body.
Jeanette took the drink from his fingers, and seeing his eyes descend again to her nakedly exposed thighs beneath, she rocked backward on her enticingly rounded buttocks and slowly spread her thighs slightly apart. Between her spreading legs she knew he could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, now moistening as she saw the rising mound in his trousers.
Without warning, she reached forward with her free hand and pressed it around the lewdly bulging thickness of his upstanding penis inside his pants. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing it up and down through the material and then slipping her hand to his balls beneath, cradling through his pants their heavy softness in her palm. Harvey groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his aching testicles and penis.
He was determined to let her tease herself and him all she wanted right now, but he wanted to save her fully aroused pussy for the plan he had formed already in his mind.
"What do you think it is I mean?" he asked her through tightly clenched teeth.
"I think you mean that I should get the little hussy's husband in bed first, and then use that to get to her. Is that it?" she cooed, at the same time nimbly unzipping his fly as he stood in front of her without moving.
He moaned softly as he felt her fingers reach inside and pull out the hotly pulsating thickness of his penis, and he put his hand over hers and pushed it hard down around it to its thick base. He could see her face close to his lust-distended hardness below as she turned sideways to sip at her drink with a distended pout of her sensual lips. He knew she liked to suck his cock, and abruptly decided to let her do it, then leave her excited enough that she would be ready for anything by the time David Martin arrived.
"That's the idea, all right, baby," he groaned as she once more moved her hand back up the entire throbbing length of his penis, slipping it maddeningly up and down over the blood-filled rod of flesh and teasing lightly with her thumbnail at the uncircumcised foreskin.
"MMMMMM, I like the idea. Gives me a chance at something new and strange too," she crooned leaning forward toward him until he could feel her breath heatedly caressing the sensitive tip of his hardness, warming the glistening seminal fluid now seeping from the glans at the end.
He knew he had to finish telling her his plan before he lost control and missed his chance to explain it to her.
She took another long sip of her drink and then set it down on the floor by the arm of the couch, moving her head forward at the same time so that he could feel the warm air from her flaring nostrils streaming over the bulbous head of his cock reaching yearningly up toward the ceiling. Her red-painted fingernails scratched lightly over the loose skin the full length of his aching cock before slipping inside his shorts and freeing his heavily swollen testicles to her view. He groaned aloud as she thrust out the tip of her tongue and swirled it once around the hard rubbery cock-head, sending wild electric waves of lust coursing madly through the nerve endings of his body.
"Ohhh, baby, that's nice," he moaned. Sears swallowed deeply and tried to go on with his instructions to his mistress. "W-when Martin gets here, tell him I'm busy somewhere in the club, and invite him into your private apartment."
She was stroking his thickly pounding hardness now first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. "Get him onto the round bed ohhhhhhh, baby, ohhhhh!" He groaned and thrust his loins forward as the warm moistness of her openly parted lips came down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.
"And, ooooh, while he's throwing it into you, ooooh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her long red hair to guide the rhythm of her lewdly bobbing head below. He pulled the hair back the sides of her face to watch her contorted face sucking lustfully at his penis glistening wetly from her saliva. The lewd vision of his lust-bloated rod of flesh disappearing up between her wetly clinging lips was bringing him closer and closer to the approaching explosion in his cum-laden testicles.
"Um-hmmm?" she mumbled around his thickly plunging instrument, at the same time increasing the rapid twirling of her tongue around his blood-inflated cock-head.
"And I'll have the videotapes running, ohhh, and if he won't go along with paying off his debt to me, oooohhhh, by letting me fuck his wife, I'll. . . oooohhhh, suck it! Suck it harder, you little vixen!" he shouted down at her, feeling himself close to cumming. "Just suck it, baby. That's all you need to know for now. Suck me off! Unnnnngh!"
He glanced over at the full-length mirror on the wall by the end of the couch to get a good profile of his redheaded mistress' face as his still hardening shaft began to stroke rhythmically in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk harder up into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full lust-stiffened length of it all the way down her tender white, throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed reddened and glistening still protruding from between her softly sucking lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the out-stroke was making the bulging head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized in the mirror, watching the tender pink flesh her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the burgeoning shaft of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her robe had slipped away from her breasts and the milk-white mounds now danced voluptuously below her sliding mouth, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror, and her nakedly revealed hips and buttocks ground down into the bearskin couch-cover in her own swiftly rising passion.
"Suck it, suck it," he hissed, throwing back his head and staring hungrily into the mirror, pretending for the moment it was David Martin's blonde wife Angela whose lips were clasping unrelentingly around his pulsating hardness. Damn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep into her throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot white sperm all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst.
"Come on, baby, come on!" he growled as Jeanette slaved below, the excitedly heaving flesh of her breasts and belly beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of perspiration forming over her fair skin. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt like it was filled with hot boiling lead and was ready to pop like an inflating balloon from the pressure growing in his cum-swollen balls. He shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his desperate quest for the final end of this torture that was building, building, building until all at once he felt the thin hot stream begin deep in the lust-bloated cavern of his balls and race steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire.
His expanded cock began a suddenly insane staccato jerking that flooded without warning into his red-haired mistress' wildly sucking mouth with gush after gush of the white-hot semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt until she had to swallow to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his thrusting loins.
"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped, his hands tangling tighter in her hair as he convulsively rammed his exploding shaft farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking crazily at the palpitating cock shooting his full load of cum deep, deep into the recesses of her moist warm mouth.
With one last soul-shattering groan, he emptied the final drop of his sperm between her clinging lips but she went on gently nibbling tenderly licking him dry.
Gradually, he felt his satiated penis deflating in her soft wet mouth and he released the strangle-hold he had had on the voluptuous redhead's hair. Harvey Sears dropped his arms to his sides and leaned his knees forward until they rested on either side of her on the edge of the couch, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. Jeanette bent forward even more to retain her contact with his now limp, useless penis, sucking suggestively at the softened flesh, attempting to make it harden again so she could take it into her now fully inflamed pussy below.
With one hand she cradled his slowly shrinking balls and kneaded them gently in her fingers, while with the other she felt down between her excitedly trembling thighs and found the moistly seeping opening of her vagina. Slipping her extended middle finger into the narrow cuntal slit she flicked it up on over her painfully throbbing clitoris, making it surge into even greater hardness. Sucking the gambling boss' cock had heated her flowering pussy to the point where she had to be fucked, and fucked immediately, or she felt as though she would die.
Suddenly, she heard the buzzing in her ears of the inter-office phone on Sears' desk, and he withdrew his newly responding and expanding shaft of flesh from between her lips with a soft popping noise when the suction was broken. "You bastard!" she screamed at him in fury as he crossed the room away from her, zipping up his fly as he did so. "You had that planned all along, didn't you!" she mewled in her unsatisfied desire. "I want to get fucked, and right now," she groaned, burying her fingers obscenely up between the widening lips of her cunt and pumping her frustrated loins back and forth on the couch below. "You can't leave me like this, damn you!"
"No sweat, baby, no sweat," he grinned at her as he reached for the button on the desk phone. "You can take it out on that bet-welsher, David Martin. Just hold yourself back until you get him in front of the cameras, then you can fuck him till your eyes pop if you want," he laughed.
She continued massaging her inflamed clitoris as Harvey Sears spoke into the phone, telling the secretary to wait five minutes before sending Martin in. Jeanette was thinking of the handsome-man she had met the night before in the supper club, and suddenly felt a stronger aching sensation deep up inside her belly as she pictured him slaving over her naked body. She clamped her upper thighs tightly around her hand still burrowing hotly into her passion-drenched cunt and groaned in anticipation, her eyes clouding over with the desire wracking her soft voluptuous body.
She would show him things that snotty little blonde wife of his never even dreamed of, as soon as she got his pants down, the depraved redhead promised herself, and then she forced her hand to leave her hungrily clasping vagina and reached once more for her drink as she smoothed out her robe and re-fastened it across her hugely set breasts. She winked broadly and managed a knowing smile as Harvey Sears ducked into a door leading to the videotape room adjoining her bedroom, rudely throwing up a stiff middle finger in his direction when he was gone out of sight and smiling her own secret satisfaction at the prospect of getting hold of a younger, better-looking man for a change.