Brenda was a beautiful girl, who had everything going for her. However, her life as a prostitute was beginning to drain her of all of her self-respect, and when the opportunity to join into a business venture with a friend came along, down in Florida, she snapped at it in a second.
On the flight, she met a beautiful young man, who was going to change her whole life.
She fucked with him in the men's room of the airplane, in an outrageous and highly erotic little escapade.
The man turned out to be a very rich Southern gentleman, who after seeing her once more while down in Miami, asked her to marry him.
She was planning on opening a first-class lusty whore house with Elsie, a girl who she did love, and even went so far as to have stimulating sex with, but the proposal was just what she had been looking for out of life-security, both physical, emotional, as well as financial, and she couldn't turn it down.
As things would have it, Elsie, her ex-business partner, found a beautiful blonde girl, who had originally planned to be one of the high-class hookers in the house, to take over Brenda's share of the business, and everyone was happy all the way around.
CHAPTER ONE
Brenda felt the huge cock of the fat old man prodding the entrance to her love chute. She closed her eyes, and thought of handsome muscular young studs, which was what she always did in situations like this.
Brenda hated being a whore. She hated the smelly old men that she had to put up with, just to earn a living and pay the rent.
New York City was a tough place to get along in, and one thing that just couldn't be done without, was money. She needed a lot of it, to pay for the lavishly furnished apartment that she had on the fashionable upper East-Side.
However, Brenda was a thrifty young girl, and she had worked her ass off for the last two years in New York, saving every penny that she could get a hold of, in hopes of someday removing herself from this profession of degradation.
Her latest customer was a fat man of about forty-five. She had met him on her corner, a corner in the fifties on Eighth Avenue, that she remembered very well having to fight for.
She had arrived in New York, two days after her eighteenth birthday. She had tried several office jobs, but just couldn't stand being cooped up all day long, as well as the lousy money that they had offered her.
One night, in a singles bar down in the Village, she met a rich man who wanted to make her a high-class call girl. He ran a house in Connecticut, and Brenda decided that she would move in there, to escape her ratty roach-infested apartment on the lower East-Side.
The work was okay, but she hated being away from the city. There was something about the excitement that living on Manhattan gave you, that she missed in the country.
At the house, she made a lot of fantastic money, for about three months. Then, she returned to New York a richer, and somewhat wiser young lady.
She had been taught all of the tricks of the trade, so to speak, about picking up men, taking them home, doing what had to be done, and getting the money for the services rendered.
Of course the situation at the house in the country was entirely different. Drake, the man who ran it, somehow managed to get in touch with all of the clients himself. The girls just had to be there on various nights, looking and smelling pretty, and taking whatever John Drake threw at them.
This was another thing that had bothered Brenda, and went along with the other reasons to make her finally leave the place.
On the street, she could see and pick her own Johns. If a guy went by that looked particularly grubby, or just had less than no sex appeal at all, she could always reject any offer that he may make her.
However, at Drake's, she never knew who she was going to let paw her, until it was time to lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
Also, she felt like a prisoner. There had been very strict rules about house behavior, and even behavior when out on the town, if you could call it that in the little village of 8,000 that they were residing in.
She had saved a hell of a lot of money though, because room and board were free at Drake's. He made more than enough clear profit with all of the twenty girls that he housed and rented by the hour, than to have to charge the girls any rent money.
She learned just about everything she would have to know to work the streets, from the girls at the house. True, because of her looks and her incredibly well-developed and built body, she had a lot of enemies at first. But after the girls got to know her, and realized that inside she was truly friendly and warm young lady, they took her under their wing.
Most of the girls that were working the house, unlike herself, had at one time or another worked the streets, and new all of the ropes.
They taught Brenda how to be especially careful about cops, and little things to look for that could tell her if it was a cop or just a John.
They also taught her the importance of regular VD testing, to prevent the spreading, carrying, or infection, of any sex diseases. This was not only to protect her own self from any physical harm, but also to protect herself from being out of work, for even one day more than necessary.
With all of this helpful knowledge under her brain, and the good wishes of everyone except Drake, who was going to badly miss his largest attraction of the house, Brenda headed for New York to make her fortune.
She flashed quickly on this past life of hers, as the fat man on top of her continued to persist upon entering her. It was particularly hard for her to let him on this night, because it was her last night of prostitution.
This was the very last time that she was ever going to let anyone touch her body for money, unless it was someone she wanted to be in bed with for her own particular desires.
She was twenty-one now, and the last three years had started to jade her, to make her a little cold and hard, and she hated seeing that change in herself.
She wanted to eventually settle down and marry, and raise a family of her own. She knew that if she stayed a prostitute all during her twenties, she would end up like the thirty-two-year-old broads that she saw on other corners of the city streets, sloppy, and selling their souls for nickels and dimes.
Brenda had visions of more for her life, much more indeed. She had a plan in the back of her mind, a plan that only saving a lot of money, and waiting for the right opportunity, was needed to put into operation.
"Come on Sugar, open up that pretty little pussy for daddy," the fat man squashing his weight into her said.
"Okay daddy, fuck your little girl, go ahead and get it over with," Brenda said reluctantly, but realizing that as soon as she got through with this clown and took his money, she would be all through forever with the life of a New York City prostitute.
The man was elated, that he had finally gotten Brenda to approve of his entry. He licked his chops, and made a few loud sex-type moans, and plunged his fat little pecker into the soft folds of Brenda's love nest.
Brenda knew that in order to get a good tip, and to please the man that she was in bed with, she had to let him at least think that she was enjoying herself.
She did this by starting to moan and quiver. Of course down deep inside of her, she was always repulsed at the idea of a man entering her for money, but nevertheless, it had been a living.
Now that the actual fucking had started, it was almost a relief. Brenda knew that in a matter of moments her horrible career in body-selling would be ended. She decided that she would get into this last fuck, and make it a good one after all.
She started to thrust her hips upward off the bed, forcing the man's little cock all the way down into her, at least as far as the pudgy little thing would go.
The man started breathing heavier and heavier, as he realized that the girl that he had just picked up off Eighth Avenue, was finally coming alive.
He had thought that she was a little dull at first, but now he was changing her mind. He felt her squeeze her cunt-lips together, making his little cock feel like it was wrapped up in a glove.
Her pussy was tight, and now it was starting to get very wet. His cock started a very steady rhythm, going in and out of her with precision accuracy.
Brenda's moans, which were totally fictitious and created just moments before, suddenly began to turn into real live moans of womanly ecstatic pleasure.
He began to kiss Brenda's neck furiously, sucking the blood to the surface. Brenda was careful to move her neck so that his sucking mouth kept sliding all over the nape of her slender pure-white neck.
She knew that if she let the man kiss her steadily in one single spot for too long, he would surely give her a hickey. A hickey was always a tacky thing, she thought to herself, especially now since she was putting her escape plan into practice the very next day. She surely didn't want to set out in her new life with a sex-scar from her old life imbedded on her pretty little neck.
The man kissed on relentlessly, as he plowed his love pole in and out of her dripping-wet cunt. He began to really shove into her furiously, and Brenda knew from his increased heavy panting, that it wouldn't be long at all before he was shooting his pent-up fluids of love into her snatch.
Brenda was surprised to find herself more and more stimulated, but this completely unattractive older man. She knew though, that it was the excitement of being with her very last John that was getting her so worked up.
She threw her arms around his waist, and drew him into her, pulling him even tighter into her body. Her huge tits squashed against his massive hairy chest, and this drove them both crazy.
The man began to slide his weight around on top of her, so that her huge love-jugs slipped back and forth erotically across his bare skin.
He loved the feeling of her huge full breasts. It was her knockers that had caught his eye at first on the street. He had past about ten other whores, all of them looking fairly attractive, before he had come upon Brenda.
She had been wearing a short white mini-skirt, with black stockings. Up top she was wearing a pure-white skin-tight sweater, with no bra.
Her huge knockers stood way out in front of her, proud and strong. Her nipples, seemingly erect, were protruding against the thin material of the sweater, and the sight had given the John an instant erection.
He had thought at the time, that it was amazing that Brenda's tits could stand out so firm and full, without any means of support. Little did he know, that for the past two years, Brenda had done all different kinds of exercises to keep her bosoms firm and full, and able to stand without a bra.
She hated the confines of a bra, and hadn't worn one since she was a senior in high school, back in Providence, Rhode Island.
He thought of that first sight, as he now plowed his cock deeper and deeper into her love crevice. He moved it around, so that he could feel every inch of her monstrous knockers pressing up against his bare-skinned front.
Although the man had a flabby big stomach, Brenda was surprised to find out that as she explored his back with her hands, that once down to his ass, it was round and firm.
She couldn't figure out how his ass could feel so muscular, but dug her fingernails into it and enjoyed it in any case.
The man screamed out, as Brenda's long nails dug into his flesh. But, he made not the slightest motion to her that he wanted her to stop.
He liked being treated a little rough by women, especially women that he had picked up off the street, and was paying for the privilege of being with.
There was something especially exciting about a women's domination, that turned this particular John on. Brenda's quick trained senses picked up on this immediately, and began to slightly slap the man's bottom.
She didn't hit him very hard at first, knowing that every man had his own particular level of tolerance, and what he himself considered to be painful, or pleasurable.
This man, she found out quickly, only edged her on the harder she slapped him. Pretty soon, she was really pummeling his ass with her hands, and his breathing increased more and more heavily, along with his moaning, and in no time at all he had started to come.
Brenda decided to have an orgasm herself. She had made fucking a career, so she knew her body perhaps better than another women with a different profession may.
She could almost control her orgasm at will, shooting it forward when she wanted to, or holding back if for some reasons the situation called for it.
In this case, she wanted to come. She let herself go, and started a glorious orgasm. Her juices shot out of her cunt, almost as powerfully as the come coming out of a man's cock.
Her fluids mixed with he John's, and in no time at all, there was a pool of sex liquid mingling together down at their crotch regions.
Once the orgasm had started, Brenda wanted it over. As soon as whatever sexual feelings she had built up disappeared in the midst of her shaking orgasm, she wanted out.
The man was quick to finish coming too, probably thinking that he better get home to his loving wife before she missed him. In no time, they were finished, and the man had pulled his tiny little prick out of her.
Brenda sighed loudly. The man thought that it was because she had enjoyed the orgasm. Although this was partially correct, it was more because her life of prostitution, after two years of fucking every stud and John in sight, was coming to an end.
He gave her the fifty dollars which she had asked for, and hurriedly got dressed. Brenda smiled to herself She had found a trick of her own, that for her at least, had worked for the last two years, and had made her the richest prostitute in all of New York.
Most of the girls asked for somewhere between ten and twenty-five dollars for their services. She had decided one night when she needed a little extra cash particularly bad, to ask for fifty to see if anyone would be fool enough to pay her that much for a quick trick.
She was surprised to find out that she could turn as many fifty dollar tricks, as she had turned twenty dollar ones. So, that was her knew price. She never told any of the other girls how much she charged, even though many of them asked her.
She explained her rich apartment and beautifully expensive clothes, as gifts from her ex-husband, who was trying to get back in good with her. Of course this was all a lie, as she was afraid that if she told any of the others that she was charging twice as much as they were, for basically the same product, then they would start doing the same, and her run of good luck would surely be over.
She figured that probably the main reason that the men were into paying fifty dollars, was because at hearing the price, a man would think that Brenda was something special, and worth trying out.
Of course Brenda was especially beautiful, and had a body that went on for days. But basically, she was supplying the exact same services that the rest of the girls were.
She did her best to live up to her fifty-dollar expectations from all of her customers, and for the past two years hadn't received any complaints.
Once one of the girls came to her and told her that John they had been with he night before, had pointed her out to the girl on the street, and told her that that whore had charged him fifty dollars for the fuck.
Brenda told the girl that the man must have been mistaken, that she charged what everyone else did, which was no higher than twenty-five dollars.
The girls in the city, especially those around the West-Side in the fifties, were very clicky. Although they all took care of themselves, and were living by the order of hand that everyone should handle their own problems, and sell their flesh in their own way, the set price system had always been in effect.
As long as one of the girls didn't start selling herself for too little, or as in Brenda's case too much, things would stay on a peaceful steady basis.
However, they all knew that once one of the girls started charging more or less than her friends and fellow workers, that the scale would be thrown of kilter.
This was exactly what was happening in Brenda's case, only she was lucky enough to keep it a secret from the other girls. Of course Brenda had a lot of friends among the other girls, and hated to be earning more than them. But, as one of the women in the whore house in the country had told her, it is every woman for herself, and that should always be the main thing that is thought about, instead of all these silly accusations.
In no time, the man was gone from her room, and Brenda began straightening herself up. Her plane left at eight-thirty in the morning for Miami Beach, Florida, and there was still a lot to do.
Brenda had become a wise young lady over the past two years on the streets of New York City, as well as the few months she spent as a regular at the call-girl house up in the Country.
She still had all the youth and vigor of a wide-eyed teenager on her first date. But just beneath her child-like exterior, lay a well-developed sense of reason, and a power and yearning for better things that would lead her on, into whatever endeavor she chose.
She had purchased a large house just outside of Miami Beach, and with the help of a girlfriend of hers, Elsie, who this very minute was probably getting the house together, she was going to open up her own massage parlor-whore house.
Yes, it was true. She was escaping the personal end of hustling, and was branching out into the business end of it. She had seen how much money Drake had made running his little house of twenty girls in the country, and she knew that with her own personal experience, plus the experience of the older but exceptionally beautiful Elsie, they would have it made.
She had met Elsie while in the country. She was lucky enough to have gotten her as a roommate. The rooms that the girls lived in, were not the rooms that were used for customers. She and Elsie had gotten to know one another very well.
Elsie too, like herself, yearned for a better life. She was twenty-six, and was afraid that she would become one of the thirty-year-old has-been whores, running around some big city not knowing which end was up.
She had talked hour after hour with Brenda, and together they had decided to buy some property with a house on it in Florida, and open it up as a very high-class fuck-parlor, going under the pretext of giving massages.
Elsie's father had been a lawyer, and a lot of his knowledge had rubbed off on her. Brenda trusted her explicitly, and had turned over her life savings to her, when she said that she would go down and buy the house.
They had talked to some real estate people over the phone, and had verbally picked out what they wanted. Brenda had stayed behind to get their things together, and had planned on meeting Elsie at the house, as soon as all of the legal garbage was settled-something which Elsie was better suited to handle.
Elsie was going to be the perfect business partner. She was beautiful, and had a good head on her shoulders as well. Actually in many respects, she was similar to Brenda.
They both came from small towns, and somewhat broken homes. They had both turned to prostitution, not being able to satisfactorily make it in any other profession.
They had been attracted to one another almost immediately. Actually, they even looked good together, and most of the other girls in the house had said that they thought Elsie and Brenda were making it together.
As far as Brenda was concerned, she didn't think that she could ever be able to make love to another woman. And yet, if for some reason her head ever did get into it, it would be a girl like Elsie that she would want to do it with.
Elsie, on the other hand, was an old hat at lesbian relationships. She had started out with lesbian affair, when she was only seventeen. It had ended bad for her, and she had stayed away from women for a long time. As it stood now, she was pretty much bi-sexual. And, she really hoped to someday make it with Brenda. But after all, they were starting a business adventure together, and there was no need to rush it. When the time was right, she was sure that they would get it together to sleep with one another.
Brenda threw her last few pieces of personal belongings, into the large leather satchel that was opened on the end table. She looked the container over, and was satisfied that she had not forgotten anything.
"Guess that's about it," she said aloud, heading for the bathroom to take a quick shower, so that she wouldn't have to in the morning. There was nothing she hated more, than jumping right out of bed and into a shower, in the wee hours of the morning.
Just as she reached for the bathroom door, the phone rang. She knew immediately, that it must be Elsie calling from Florida.
"Hello?"
"Hi love," the friendly voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Hi Elsie. I knew it was you, how's everything going?" Brenda asked curiously. Elsie had been down there for two days now, and she had begun to get a little worried as she had not as yet heard from her.
"Fine love, just fine. Sorry that I haven't called before this, you must be frantic," Elsie said.
"No, it's okay hun, what's happening?"
"Well, everything is all set. The papers all went through yesterday, and the movers finished getting everything in today. Our little house is all ready, and waiting your arrival."
"Fantastic," Brenda shouted, elated that Elsie had gotten all of the business out of the way, something that she really wasn't too interested in. "Looks like we can really get things going now!"
"All we'll have to do next week, is get the girls, and start advertising in the papers for clients. I've done a little checking, and there are some massage parlors in Miami Beach, but they are very straight and tight on their rules. I don't even think that they allow any fucking."
"Great, that means that our house should really get zooming once the word is out," Brenda said, getting more and more excited the longer she talked to her girlfriend, and now business partner.
"I think so too love," Elsie agreed on the other end of the wire. Guess I better get off. You'll still be on that eleven a.m. plane tomorrow, won't you?"
"Sure will Elsie, going to meet me?"
"Of course love, I want to give you a big kiss to welcome you to Florida. It is your first time, right?"
"Right, I've never been there yet. I hear it is just beautiful."
"It is love, it is. It's about eighty-five degrees right now. How's the weather there?"
"It's about forty-five, and raining like a mother-fucker. It's miserable, just miserable."
"Well, they mostly just get showers here, so there will be lots of chance to get to the beach, once we get the house running that is."
"Okay love, I'm going to go take a shower now, I'll see you at the airport tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Brenda flew into the bathroom, and drew the steaming hot bath that her body had yearned for for some time now. She plunged herself into the bubbly fluid, and sunk to the bottom, allowing the sudsy water to cover her body completely, except for her pretty head.
As the penetrating heat of the water and steam coursed through he beautiful sensuous body, a big smile came across her face.
This business deal in Florida was gong to be the key to to her financial and emotional freedom, she just knew it. She couldn't wait to get down there, and get things going.
CHAPTER TWO
The alarm clock woke her with a start. It said six-thirty, and any other day she would have shut it off and rolled back over. Getting up early in the morning, was not something that Brenda had ever gotten used to, or had been able to manage. She was definitely a late morning, or even early afternoon riser.
But today was something special. She had gone to sleep with the thought of Florida and freedom burning into her brain. She had dreamed about balmy beaches and surf, and when she awoke, it was the first thought that she had.
She jumped out of bed like she had been shot from a cannon. In no time she was dressed, having laid everything out the night before. She wore a smart summer suit, which showed her body off to its best advantage.
She grabbed her purse, and buzzed to the doorman to come up and get her bags. In no time at all, she was out, into a cab, and fleeing for the airport.
She had a couple of hours before her plane left, but she loved airports, and sitting around watching all of the interesting people scurrying here and there, coming or going from one place or another.
She thought that it would be more fun to sit out there and people-watch, than to sit in her apartment. Everything was taken care of, so she had the time.
She paid the cabbie, and after checking her bags with the airlines, and making sure that her reservation and ticket were in order, she headed for the first-class lounge.
It was a private room, only admitting those passengers who were carrying first-class tickets. She hadn't flown a whole lot in her short life, but she always insisted on going first-class when she did.
It was that extra little touch that always turned her on. She knew she had a yen for the better things in life, and that was why she had saved money so desperately the past two years, and now was ready to embark on a business adventure of her own, along with Elsie of course.
She ordered eggs and ham, being starved from not eating the day before. That last day on the job had been very taxing for her, in a lot of ways.
The result was that she had forgotten, or just not felt like eating all day. She was actually a little weak, as she sat there by herself, waiting for the waitress to bring her the nourishing morning meal.
"Is this seat taken Miss?"
She looked up and before her, was just about the handsomest young man she had ever seen in her life.
Living out in the street for the past two years, Brenda had seen, and for that matter had-just about every type of male that there was in existence. A guy had to be pretty incredible-looking to attract her attention nowadays-and this guy had it all.
He was tall, about six-feet-two inches, and had long straight blond hair. His skin was dark brown, and Brenda thought that he must come from somewhere in the south. No one up here had a tan like that during February.
He was wearing a bleached out pair of dungarees, and from the look of the sizeable bulge in the crotch, he was packing some huge piece of meat between his muscular thighs.
He had on a tight nylon T-shirt, which showed off his muscular upper-body to its fullest advantage. He must have worked out a lot to get that body, she thought to herself, staring at him with her mouth partly opened in anxiety, frozen in a state of physical excitement.
"Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" the handsome young man repeated, holding a small suitcase in one hand, and a newspaper in the other.
"Oh, I'm sorry. No, please, sit down," Brenda said. The tables were sort of cafeteria style, and it was perfectly in order for the man to want to sit with her, for no other reason than a place to eat his breakfast.
Brenda looked around, and was surprised to see that most of the other tables had a seat or two vacant in them likewise, meaning that the man must have wanted to sit with her particularly.
Brenda had made her career out of being picked up, but was surprised at herself, that this man was doing it, or attempting to do it, and was creating an entirely different feeling inside of her than she had previously encountered.
"I hope I'm not intruding," the young blond stud went on, after sitting down and placing the newspaper and bag that he was carrying on the floor by his feet. "My plane doesn't leave for an hour, and I thought it would be nice to talk to you, if you have a little time that is?"
Again Brenda was dumbfounded. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she had a lump in her throat. What was it about this guy that was turning her on so very much. She had had thousands of men, young as well as old, and had thought that by now she was fairly well able to handle anything very coolly, very professionally.
But this guy had kind of swept her off her feet, and had her suspended somewhere out of gravity's reach. It was a funny feeling that was running through her body, and her head was spinning.
"My plane is in an hour also," Brenda finally managed to say, "and I would be happy to chat with you. Have you had breakfast?"
"No. Have you ordered?"
"Yes, I just did. Oh, here she comes," Brenda said, seeing a pretty little waitress heading her way, with a tray full of the goodies that Brenda had ordered.
"I'll have the same as the young lady," the blonde stud said to the waitress, as she was laying Brenda's breakfast out onto the table in front of her.
"Very well sir," the waitress said, flashing the handsome young man a huge smile, and perhaps hesitating just a little too long to be a coincidence at the table.
Brenda realized that this man could certainly win the heart of practically any lady that he chose, he was that handsome.
It wasn't just his looks, either. It was the way that he handled himself. Brenda would always tell a lot about a person, just by the way that they said a few words, even hello.
This particular guy had generated so much warmth and magnitude, that she had been flipped out-something that a man hadn't done to her for a very long time.
"Well then, my name is Alan," the blue-eyed young man said, extending his large hand towards Brenda."
Brenda put her tiny hand in his, and let it get lost as he closed his warm flesh around her palm. "Mine is Brenda," she spit out, stuttering a little bit as she felt the warmth of the man squeezing her hand quite firmly.
"That's a pretty name," he said.
This was a corny line, that Brenda had heard a million times, always from guys that wanted to plow their rusty cocks into her love hole. But this time it was different. There was something unmistakably genuine in his voice, something that she could not help but noticing.
"Thank you," she said, smiling up at him widely, finally pulling her hand out of his. She felt a twitch in her pussy, which was the last and most definite signal that she was more than just simply attracted to this handsome stranger.
"Where are you going?" Brenda asked him, trying to get her thoughts together, so that she would be able to carry on a normal conversation with this man who was fucking up her sense of direction and energy.
"To Florida, and you?"
"Funny coincidence, so am I, " Brenda said, her heart beginning to beat even more than it already was, which was quite a bit.
"You aren't taking the Eastern flight 342 by any chance are you," the man said, staring at her intensely.
"Yes Alan, I am. Gee, that's great," Brenda let slip out, exposing her true feelings in words, if they weren't already being exposed by her staring and her actions since he had joined her.
"Well, then we can travel down together," Alan said, suddenly seeming to come alive.
Alan was a playboy, if there ever was one.
Coming from a very rich family in Miami, he had never had to work for anything in his life. His father had made millions cleverly playing the stock market, and there was nothing that he couldn't have if he didn't want it.
He had flings with all of the prissy socialite young ladies of Georgia and Florida, and most of the rest of the other states for that matter. But, there was something about this radiant girl with the green eyes and long jet-black hair that was flipping him out.
He could tell from the way that she was staring at him, that the feeling was mutual, and this only added to make him more and more nervous. He hoped that he could contain his usual cool, but had his doubts.
"Yes, that would be nice," Brenda answered him, staring into his eyes, and now being positive that he was interested in her more than just as someone to chat with during a trip.
The waitress returned to the table, carrying Alan's breakfast, one identical to the one that Brenda had ordered. Alan smiled at the waitress, and it obviously upset her slightly. Alan had a magnetism about him, that just sent shocks through most women, whether he intended them or not.
Brenda caught the flash, but it didn't bother her. One thing Brenda had pretty much under, was idiotic feelings such as jealousy, and resentment. She had far passed that stage of adolescent behavior.
She was incredibly attracted to Alan, and had already gone off on all sorts of fantasy adventures in her head about seeing him, and being in bed with him, falling in love with him, etc.
But she knew that all of this was just games of the mind, and that since she had met the man, jealousy would be stupid to even enter her conscious mind.
They started eating their breakfast together, talking about this and that. Brenda let Alan do most of the talking, finding it fascinating to learn all about him.
Money wasn't really a startling thing for Brenda to comprehend. She had been living pretty nicely the past year or so in her lush East-Side apartment, and had always had just about everything she wanted.
What now with the new business and all starting up in rich Miami Florida, she knew that things could only be getting better and better.
Sure, it was exciting to hear Alan talk to his father, and the wealth that he possessed, but it didn't impress Brenda that much at all.
Of course, Alan was in no way trying to impress her. He was just answering her questions about himself, where he came from, his background and all.
He found it a little strange to see that Brenda, when asked about herself, was most secretive. Sure, Brenda would say things about her general existence, where she was from, and that she had been living in and around New York City for the past couple of years.
However, when Alan zeroed in on a particular specific point about Brenda, she would coyly avoid any mention of her real profession, and anything else relating to it.
"Why are you going to Florida?" Alan persisted, determined to learn as much about this alluring female as he could in the time that was allowed him.
"Well, I've bought a house with a friend, and I'm just going to take it easy for awhile," she answered him, again being somewhat vague.
Alan gave up, for the moment, forgetting to find out any particular details about Brenda. He knew that if he was lucky enough to get to know her, she would let it all come out when the time was right.
Whatever information he had found out about the exciting stranger with the incredibly big tits (something that he had noticed when; he had first entered the first-class lounge), was enough to make him want to find out more.
Brenda was feeling a little bad. After all, Alan had been completely open about all of his past life, and she hadn't. However, she liked Alan a lot, right from the start, and didn't want to tell him anything that would scare him away.
Of course, she thought that more than likely they wouldn't see each other after the flight, but why spoil a nice few hours, that they could have together, by telling him that she had been a hooker for the last couple of years.
Many times Brenda had gone out on dates with guys, not working ones that is, and as soon as she let them know what her line of work was, they took off faster than a jack rabbit running from a farmer's gun.
There was something special about Alan, and Brenda didn't want that same thing to occur with him. Therefore, she continued her silence about her private life.
Their flight was finally called, after another hour or so of chatting about this and that, and drinking several more cups of delicious coffee.
"That's us," Alan said, getting up and holding the chair for Brenda.
This gentlemanly treatment, always got to Brenda. She hated chauvinists, and all that they stood for, but still liked a door opened for her sometimes, or a chair removed from her way as Alan was doing now.
"Thank you Alan," she said, giving him a big smile, which for Alan, was more than enough thanks. Of course he had the biggest urge to reach out and grab hold of her tits and pull them into his hot yearning mouth, but he withheld his temptation, hoping that a chance for all of this would come after they got to Miami. They boarded the plane, and chose a seat way near the back. Alan gave the window seat to Brenda, having flown about as many times as he had been in a car, and not getting much of a charge out of it.
It was still a relatively new experience for Brenda, and she was always excited as hell whenever she got inside of a large airplane.
The motors roared, they fastened their belts, and in a few minutes were hundreds of feet off the ground, heading away from cold dirty New York City, and onward to sunny, balmy Florida. Alan tried once or twice on the trip down to get at some of the more personal facts about the beautiful young woman he had fortunately met in the first-class lounge, but Brenda was as determined to remain a mystery, as he was to find out things about her.
Once again, Alan gave up this pursuit. But he only did so after he had given Brenda his name and address, and had her promise that she would call him as soon as she got settled.
Brenda refused to give him her address, not wanting him to pop over unexpectedly, and find out what she was doing with her friend Elsie.
Brenda was a little disappointed in herself, for getting involved in this masquerade. But, there was something very special about Alan, and the way that she felt about him almost immediately, that made her not want to take any chances in scaring him off, before she even had a chance to enjoy his beautiful body in bed together with herself.
She had promised him that she would call him as soon as she got settled, and that was exactly what she planned on doing. He lived right in Miami Beach, at his parents estate, and she knew that it was only a few miles from where her house was. It would be easy, and there was no immediate necessity for giving him her address. It was a drag, she knew that, but it was going to have to be that way-at least for the time being.
They were in the air for about a half-hour, when all of a sudden, Alan could contain himself no longer. He reached over, and gently rested his warm firm hand on Brenda's thigh.
She didn't jump at all, but squirmed a little bit in her seat as the warmth of his hand seemed to penetrate her body like bolts of lightening.
She was anything but shy around men, and immediately returned the action, by placing her own tiny milk-white palm on top of Alan's muscular leg, which was encased in his tight faded blue-jeans.
Alan did jump, and was a little surprised at her action. But, of course he was in no way disappointed. He knew that he had a hot little number on his hands now, and wanted to fuck her all the more.
As he began to knead her flesh, toying with her sensations as he rubbed the top of her leg, letting his hand slip further and further up her thigh towards her love nest, Brenda did the same to Alan.
She started squeezing his muscular leg, and couldn't help but notice the immediate increase in the already large bulge in the crotch of Alan's tight-fitting jeans.
The more that this little hand game continued, the more the handsome couple wanted to tear into one another. The excitement of having to contain themselves, being in a public vehicle and all, made it all the more intriguing, for both of them.
Alan was indeed shocked, to find out that it was Brenda, who was the first to really get daring. She suddenly slid her hand all the way up to his crotch, and placed it firmly over the huge throbbing bulge in the front of his tight jeans.
He twitched as her tiny little hand dug into his cloth-encased pecker, kneading it, feeling it, exploring its size and dimension.
"I knew that it was large, and I bet it is just as beautiful," Brenda said, staring a head, but devoting her every thought and action to the bulge in Alan's pants. Alan, not wanting to be outdone or left behind, slid his own hand up to Brenda's crotch, and was surprised to find that the front of her suit was a little wet. Obviously she was creaming slightly from the excitement that they were generating in one another. This feeling of moisture flipped Alan out of his head. He wanted to tear into her right there in the seat of the airplane, and it was all he could do to hold himself back.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Brenda," he panted at the beautiful girl who was stealing his heart, and making his prick throb mercilessly in his tight jeans, "want to do something daring?"
"If it means a way to feel your body more than I'm doing now," Brenda said, considerably short of breath herself, "then I'm all for it."
"Follow me, and just go along with whatever I do," Alan said with a considerable amount of assurity in his voice, which made Brenda trust him completely.
He took his hand from her lap, and undid his seat belt getting up into the aisle. Brenda quickly did the same thing, not stopping to think exactly where he might be leading her, or just what it was that he had in mind that was daring and exciting, to bring them closer together. She just followed blindly, letting him lead the way in his won sure smooth style.
Alan was being driven on by the insatiable desire to get his hands on Brenda. He had wanted to grab her big knockers and her bubbly-looking ass ever since her first laid eyes on the beautiful black-haired vixen.
He knew what he was doing was somewhat dangerous, and he supposed that it would be terribly embarrassing if he got caught, but he just had to take the chance.
He led Brenda back into the tiny alcove near the rear of the plane, which held the lavatories. As soon as he slowed up near the entrance to the men's room, Brenda knew exactly what he had in mind.
She knew that it was crazy, and likewise felt she would not like to get caught at this, that is, being caught red-handed in the men's room, but at the same time she was willing to take a chance.
She had to get her hands on Alan's massive chest. She wanted to stick her long fingernails into the tight flesh of his muscular chest. And most important of all, she wanted to taste his huge cock in her hot saliva-filled mouth. Yes, she would follow him into any scheme that would obtain for her one or all of those desires.
Alan opened the men's room door, took an extremely quick look back into the aisle of the airplane, made sure that no one was looking at that particular second, and stepped inside, pulling Brenda in with him quickly.
"You're out of your mind," Brenda giggled quietly, once the door was shut.
"I know," Alan panted, a wide grin from ear to ear. He had amazed himself at his daring, never having done anything of this sort before in his life.
He was a good head taller than Brenda, and he looked down at her with his radiant blue eyes. Brenda looked up at him, and smiled warmly.
He threw his arms around her neck, and drew her close to him. He felt her huge bosoms squash against his massive chest, as he pulled her tighter and tighter into him.
Brenda returned his advances, with a big hug of her own. She threw her arms around his waist. He felt solid and sexy in her arms, and she hugged him with all her might.
Alan was a little surprised at her strength, and her vigor. But, it only added to his desire for her. He hated women who were wishy-washy, and couldn't be hugged hard. He liked a strong woman, but one who was feminine at the same time. It was a combination that was not easy to find, and he knew that it was one of the main reasons why he was so terribly attracted to Brenda. She possessed both of those qualities!
The cubicle of the men's room on the airplane was tremendously small. There was just enough room for them to stand up, with perhaps a small margin remaining for the most minor of maneuvering.
They both knew that they shouldn't be in there together, and that the longer they stayed in there, the more chance of being discovered there would be.
At the same instant, they tore into one another's mouths. Alan shot his long tongue down into Brenda's open and more-than-willing mouth cavity.
She sucked it in, and swirled it around, kissing him fully, warmly, and with the utmost of desire and passion. The kiss lasted a long time. They both were engulfed in getting to know one another in this intimate, exciting way. The first kiss was important to both of them, and they didn't want it to end.
Eventually it was Brenda who broke the kiss, realizing that even though she could have easily just stood there and kissed the exciting stud for "an hour, there were other areas of body to explore, and time was short.
She broke away, and let her hands run down to his buttocks. She squeezed the flesh firmly, and as she had imagined, it was hard and muscular as a rock.
Alan was surprised once again at her aggressiveness, but he loved it. He let his own hands slide down to Brenda's bubbly buttocks, and he grasped her two lovely half-moons of flesh firmly in his large strong hands.
They stood there, grabbing a hold of each other's asses. They started kissing again, even more furiously than before. They both knew that the precious seconds of this little daring escapade were ticking away quickly, and there were not many of them left with which to play with one another.
It was Brenda again, who took the initiative. She undid Alan's zipper, in a fast and expert way, that made Alan wonder just how many zippers she had undone in her short young life. It was true, Brenda had undone many a zipper. She did it quickly, and without fumbling. It was automatic to her, being part of a profession that had paid the rent and bought food for her for the past two years.
Her hand slipped into the tight pair of jeans quickly now, and at once engulfed the throbbing member hidden inside. Alan moaned, perhaps a little bit too loudly, as Brenda squeezed his cock firmly in her long delicate fingers.
She maneuvered the long love pole out of its confining quarters, and had to stand just slightly to the side so that the big thing could stand out in front of Alan.
She glanced down between their tightly pressed bodies and took a long look at the organ she had just freed. It was far more beautiful than she had imagined, and twice as long.
The cock, was at least twelve inches long. It was, without a doubt, just about the biggest cock that Brenda had ever laid eyes on-and she had laid eyes on quite a few cocks!
Wa sting not another second, she somehow managed to squirm down onto her knees, which was some feat in itself. There was barely enough room for one person in this tiny cubicle, let alone two. But Brenda had cock on her mind, and nothing was going to stop her from tasting the beautiful one now exposed only inches away from her.
She lunged forward, engulfing all of it immediately. It was usually her practice to stretch a good blow-job out for a long time, toying with the bulbous cock-head, getting the shaft all slippery with saliva, but in this case, there was no time for any cock foreplay.
She took the entire foot-long cock into her open mouth cavity, engulfing it totally, completely, and sensuously.
Alan gulped as he felt her warm mouth surround his massive shaft. He had received many blow-jobs in his day, but he had never been with a girl who could take all twelve inches of his manhood directly and so effortlessly into her mouth. This girl was something else all right, he thought to himself, as Brenda went to work on him.
In and out on his shaft she went, sucking it furiously, knowing that time was of the essence. She sucked his cock more furiously than she had ever sucked a cock before in her life. She was highly attracted to Alan, and this was another way to show him just how much she longed for him, his body, and his very presence.
It was as if she had known him all her life, she felt that intimate, that close to him. She plowed forward, sucking the strong shaft with a vengeance, as Alan held a hold of the side of the sink, to prevent himself from falling over.
She was overpowering him with her eager sucking, and he was in seventh heaven. Suddenly, he realized that he was being somewhat selfish, and that time was going by too fast.
It took a lot of courage to pull his big prick out of the deliciously warm and still sucking mouth cavity of arduous Brenda, but he did.
He pulled her up to her feet, and planted a long wet kiss on her cock-smelling mouth, just before he squirmed down to take a kneeling position himself. He couldn't work his large frame all the way down, like Brenda had done, so he moved her around so that she was now leaning against the sink as he had been. He picked her up, and sat her down on the edge of the sink, as effortlessly as if someone were picking up a pack of cigarettes.
His strength amazed Brenda, and made her pussy ooze forth with a tiny bit of pre-orgasmic love juice. He went right to work, sliding up the short skirt of her smart suit, and plunging his head into her sweet smelling crotch.
She was wearing a pair of black lace undies, but they had a large hole right in the middle, just over the pussy area. Alan found this a little odd, never having seen it before, but didn't think about it for too long.
He dove his tongue right through the big hole, and sent it flying past her cunt lips, tickling the clit on the way, and shoving it right up into her already sopping-wet love hole.
He tasted her juices on the tip of his tongue, and he slurped them down readily. They were sweet and flavorable. He loved cunt juices, he always had for as long as he could remember.
There was something especially sweet and fragrant about Brenda's, and it drove him out of his mind with desire. He licked on, sucking her pussy, and beginning to make quite audible sex sounds now.
Brenda was too flipped out to stop him. She ms slipping into a sexual state of being, and if Alan had wanted to, he could have taken her out of the tiny cubicle, thrown her down in the aisle of the airplane, and fucked the living shit out of her. She wouldn't have objected, not in the slightest bit.
Brenda began to savagely grab hold of Alan's long blond hair, shoving his face and tongue deeper and deeper into her own crotch. He was quite an expert pussy-licker, and Brenda loved the feeling.
Alan knew that he wanted to shove his big prick into the hole that he was now licking, and that they had already occupied the little men's room for quite a long time. Someone would surely be wanting to use it in a matter of seconds, and he wasn't finished yet.
He squirmed up, and pulled Brenda quickly off the side of the sink, as effortlessly as he had placed her there a few short, but sex-filled moments before.
Brenda knew what was coming, and it was going to be her pussy and Alan's prick.
She braced herself, putting both of her hands firmly on the side of the sink. Alan had to bend his knees just slightly to get his big prick in the right position for entry, but once that was done, he waisted no time in plowing into her.
Brenda felt the huge cock sliking into her sopping pussy. She couldn't believe what it felt like. It was as if someone was shoving a telephone pole up into her.
Now she realized that she had enjoyed many a cock up her hole, and even though she still had a tight pussy, it was easily adaptable to any size dick.
But the length and the width of Alan's pecker was just overwhelming. She moaned out quite loudly as the enormous shaft came barrelling into her hot snatch.
Alan likewise, let out a very audible sigh as he felt the warm soft and wet membranes of Brenda's pussy grab a hold of his big pecker, in a vice-like grip.
Her pussy lubricated his big pecker, and made it easier and easier for him to slide in and out of her. He felt as if he was diving into a pool of warm water, but one that gripped his cock with a vengeance.
The couple were worked up enough over just being together. But the added excitement of where they were, brought on mutual organisms almost instantly.
Like some sort of precision team, they started coming at exactly the same time. Alan began to shoot his hot wad of pent-up come into Brenda's now juicing pussy.
Their love-fluids mixed, and formed a pool of hot erotic juices, sloshing around as Alan's last few strokes took place.
Finally, almost as quickly as the whole thing had begun, it was all over. The realization that they had had sex in the men's room of an airplane, thousands of feet off the ground, suddenly hit the both of them, and they began snickering loudly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Brenda froze, as Alan answered.
"Out in a second old chap," he said, with all of the acting ability of an Oscar nominee.
He pulled his cock quickly out of Brenda, and with a quick peck on each other's lips, they pulled themselves together.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Brenda asked him, a funny little devilish grin on her lips.
"I'll go outside. Wait until you hear me knock three quick times, and then come out."
"But what if there is someone right outside the door waiting to get in, like that man who just knocked?"
"Then I'll pretend I forgot something, and come back in. Don't worry, more than likely he went back to his seat. Most of the time the stewardess doesn't let you block the aisles."
"Okay, leader, go get 'em," Brenda said, not being able to stop her giggling.
Alan stepped outside, and almost immediately, there were three little knocks on the door. Brenda stepped out quickly, to see Alan almost back to his seat. No one had known what had taken place, and just as Brenda jumped back into her own seat, and nestled down beside her handsome new lover, the captain's voice came over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are now starting our descent over Miami, and will be landing in approximately five minutes."
CHAPTER THREE
"My car should be waiting for me, can I drop you somewhere?" Alan asked, as he walked down the ramp off the plane, Brenda's arm wrapped tightly around his.
"No, thanks, Alan, a friend of mine is picking me up. I'll call you during the week, I promise," Brenda said, smiling up at his handsome face.
Suddenly Elsie came running toward them.
Brenda broke her grip from Alan, and gave Elsie a big hug.
"Oh, Elsie, this is my friend, Alan," Brenda said, introducing her business partner to her new lover.
"Hi, Alan," Elsie said, checking him out from head to foot with one fast glance, and approving of Brenda's new friend wholeheartedly.
"I see you keep pretty company," Alan said flirting, giving Elsie a wide grin.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Elsie said giggling out loud.
"Well, there's my car," Alan said, pointing to a shiny black limousine, complete with a driver in uniform, that was obviously awaiting his presence.
"Are you sure I can't drop you somewhere girls?" Alan asked again.
"No thank you, really Alan," Brenda spoke up quickly. "I'll talk to you during the week." She reached up, and planted a fairly long wet kiss on Alan's sensual mouth, and then turned and walked off arm in arm with Elsie.
Alan had a million questions running through his mind. He wondered what these two girls were up to moving down here to Miami. He knew that there was more cooking than met the eye, and certainly a lot more than Brenda was going to let on.
In a somewhat confused state of being, he greeted Charles, his family's driver of some twenty odd years, and jumped into the backseat. Charles closed the door firmly, and took his position behind the wheel of the expensive limo, and drove Alan speedily away from the airport.
"So where did you meet that hunk?" Elsie asked Brenda, as soon as they were outside of the airport terminal.
"At the airport in New York. Isn't he beautiful?"
"That's an understatement. Why didn't you let him drive us to the house?"
"Because I don't want him to know what line of work I'm entering, not yet anyway."
"You're kidding. Since when are you concerned about what others think of you?"
"Since I met Alan."
"Oh, serious, huh?"
"Well, I know how I feel, and I think that he feels the same way. I know it's crazy, and very fast, but I think that I love him."
"Wow."
"Yeah, I know. It's funny, after all of the men that I have been with, I fall in love with someone when I'm leaving the profession. Crazy huh?"
"Yeah, but it sounds exciting as hell. He sure looks beautiful, and obviously has bread, too."
"Yeah, his father is some biggy in the stock market."
"Well, Brenda, you could surely do a lot worse than that hunk of man," Elsie said, again approving of her friends choice of boyfriend.
"I know, that's just it. I think that I would really like to have a serious relationship with Alan, perhaps even marry him. I don't know how he'll take the idea that I'm here to open up a whore house."
"Please, Brenda," Elsie said with a grin, "a first-class massage parlor if you please."
"Well, no matter how you slice it, it's a whore house," Brenda persisted, "and I just don't know if he'll dig that at all."
"Well, I guess that is something that you are going to just have to wait and find out."
"I know, sugar, I know. So tell me, Elsie, how is the house?"
"Here's a cab," Elsie said, waving to the yellow checker vehicle that was pulling up to the curb. They jumped in, and Elsie gave the driver the address. He threw Brenda's bags into the trunk, and tore off out of the airport parking lot.
"Well?" Brenda persisted.
"Well, it's gorgeous. Everything is moved in, and completely ready for business. I have put an ad in the Miami paper, advertising a new high-quality massage parlour that will be opening up Friday night. That gives us about a week to get the last details together and any last minute preparations that you may wish to make."
"Sounds great, Elsie. I'm really grateful that you took care of this end of it," Brenda said appreciatively.
"Oh, don't be silly, sugar. I loved doing it. I'm an Airies and I'm a born organizer. I had a ball this past week down here getting the house set up. It was exciting as hell."
"I'm glad that you had a great week. Mine was a little depressing, fucking my last few clients and all."
"Yeah, was that really a drag?"
"You better believe it. But, I just kept thinking that each one of those last few moldy old cocks would bring me a step closer to my freedom, so I managed."
"Good girl," Elsie beamed.
They drove on, bypassing Miami proper, and following the coast road for about ten miles. The country was beautiful, and the weather was incredible. "The road is down here, driver," Elsie said, pointing out a tiny road, that could be easily bypassed if you didn't know where it was.
The road was beautiful. It was covered with huge overhanging Cypress trees, that made for an eerie, but awesome sight. The road, as it turned out, was the driveway that went up to the estate.
Yes, it was an estate. Brenda's mouth opened when she got her first look at the house. It was enormous. It was a mansion, and it was beautiful.
"Oh, Elsie, it's twice as nice as I expected. I can't wait to see the inside."
"It gets better and better, the more you see of it too," Elsie beamed, obviously proud that she had picked such a beautiful house, and gotten everything together during the past week."
They paid the cab driver, and after he helped them up to the large front porch with Brenda's bags, they gave him a handsome tip, and entered the house.
Brenda was in ecstasy as she started looking the place over. There was a mammoth downstairs sitting room, which she realized almost immediately would be the perfect place for clients to wait for a massage, and other special things that the girls working in the house would do.
There was more wood inside of the house, than there was outside. Everywhere the eye went, was the beautiful mahogany wood paneling. It was a sight for sore eyes, and Brenda beamed as she continued to look around.
Elsie, knowing the house inside out, having lived there all by herself for the past week, took Brenda on an extensive tour of the whole place.
She brought her up the huge, wood-banistered stairway, that circled to the next floor. There were gorgeous bedrooms off the hallways, with a gigantic master bedroom at the end of the hall.
"This is where I have been sleeping this week, love, but if you would like it, that would be fine with me. There is a large bedroom just like this on each one of the four floors," Elsie said, showing her room proudly to her friend, and now business partner.
"Oh, no, nun, you are all set up here. You stay in this room. I kind of think that I would like to be on the top floor anyway," Brenda replied.
"Okay, if you like," Elsie said. Elsie watched Brenda and her wide-eyed enthusiasm over the house. She was really into Brenda, perhaps even more than she wanted to admit herself.
She had slept with several girls in her life, and had found each one a most fulfilling experience. She knew, deep inside of her, that she wanted to sleep with Brenda. The only problem was that she didn't want to in any way fuck up their business relationship, something that could be surely done by a bad sexual scene between them.
Brenda, on the other hand, was somewhat afraid of her own feelings towards Elsie. She wasn't thinking about their business relationship at all, but about her own lesbian tendencies.
True, Alan was about the most beautiful man that she had ever met, and she truly hoped that they got very close to one another in the coming weeks.
But, seeing Elsie again, and looking at her beautiful face and body, and knowing that they were going to be living and working together in this big, old house, made her want more than ever to sleep with her.
She had a feeling that Elsie was thinking the same thing, but she couldn't be sure. She decided that she would just have to be cool, and see what happened.
However, the thought of sleeping alone in this big old house, on this first night away from New York, was not particularly appealing. She wished that she somehow could tell Elsie that she would like to share her big old Victorian bed, in her room, instead of sleeping on the top floor by herself, as she had said she would like to do.
"How do you like your room?" Elsie said, showing Brenda the large master bedroom on the fourth, and top floor.
"It's beautiful," Brenda said, with true enthusiasm. The room was enormous, almost the size of her entire apartment back in the city. She marveled at its immensity, and the feeling of warmth that the room generated.
"Oh, fantastic," Brenda beamed. "It has a fireplace just like your room. That's going to be beautiful on cold nights," she concluded.
"Well, even though we are in Florida, there are a lot of nights during the winter that it gets pretty cool out here. We aren't far from the beach, and the ocean breezes can be mighty chilling."
"How do you know that?" Brenda asked her, knowing that she had just come down here a week ago for the very first time.
"Well, during the week it has been getting fairly cool at night, and besides, I have talked to some of the local people. The man at the newspaper, where I placed the ads for the girls and the clients was most informative."
"Actually, it feels a little chilly in here today," Brenda said, going over and closing the window. "It would be great fun to build a fire tonight, have you done it in your room yet?"
"No, I was waiting for you to come down, to have someone to share it with," Elsie said smiling.
Brenda picked up some vibrations that she was sure were more than just friendly. She hoped that her assumptions about Elsie being into her were true.
"Is there any wood in the house?" Brenda asked.
"Yes, there is a big pile of it in the cellar. I haven't shown you that yet, it is really creepy. There are all kinds of little rooms, some of them I didn't even dare to go in alone. We will have to go exploring later, okay?"
"Sure," Brenda agreed, "that sounds like a lot of fun. I think that I'm going to get unpacked now, and settled down."
"Hey, Brenda," Elsie said, twitching nervously as she spoke, "since there is only going to be the two of us for at least another week in this house, until we get all of the other girls settled and all, why don't you stay downstairs in my room? It is certainly big enough, and I would like the company. I've been alone all week."
This was the opportunity that Brenda was hoping for. "Sure, Elsie, that sounds great. Let's go get my things into your room right now."
"Great," Elsie said beaming, the prospect of fucking the beautiful girl becoming more and more likely with each passing minute.
They went back down into the front room, where Brenda had left her bags before going on their little exploration of the house.
They brought the things up into Elsie's large bedroom, and Brenda started to unpack.
"Oh, love, I have a copy of the ads I placed, want to see them?" Elsie asked her.
"Yes, that would be great," Brenda replied.
"The one for the girls reads: Young ladies, over twenty-one, sought to help run a new massage parlor in Miami Beach area. Must live-in. Good personality, good looks, and good body are the requirements. Will train. If interested, please call Elsie Sloan or Brenda Rutherford, at 799-0094 for an appointment.
"That sounds great, Elsie. I hope that we will get a lot of calls."
"Well, I placed that ad so that it will come out in tomorrow's paper. I wanted you to be here before the girls started coming. After all, we should decide together how many we want, and just which ones would suit us best."
"Good thinking," Brenda said. "What did you put in for the men?"
"Attention, Tired Men! Complete and thorough body rubdowns by beautiful girls.
Your wish is our command! Watch for the opening of "Pleasure House" of Miami soon in this column," said Elsie reading from a copy of the ad the newspaperman had given her.
"Fantastic!" Brenda said once again, thinking more and more that the whole operations was a great idea, and if it got off the ground the way it apparently was going to, it was going to be a truly profitable and enjoyable business enterprise.
"Hope the phones start ringing like mad tomorrow, we need a lot of girls to house this whole place. We have a lot of rooms, and I think we should fill them all."
"How many do you think we can handle here?" Brenda asked.
"Well, there are eight rooms to each of the four floors. We each want a room to ourselves, eventually, so that leaves thirty rooms open. I think that we should hire at least thirty girls, one to each room. I also thought that two of the girls, we could offer free food in return for cleaning the house once a week. All of the rest of the girls I think that we should charge a certain amount for meals."
"That sounds good, Elsie. I can do a lot of the cooking. I'm pretty good at it."
"Great love, me, too. I wanted it to be us for all of the cooking anyway, so it looks like things are working out good for all concerned."
Brenda began to unpack all of her clothes, and put things away in one of the four large closets that were part of the last master bedrooms.
"I think that I'm going to take a shower now," Brenda said, feeling a little grubby after her trip from New York. Plus, she hadn't really had time to clean up after her little fucking episode, something which she wanted to do badly.
She slipped quickly into the bathroom, and began to run the water. She had no sooner stepped into the large shower stall and pulled the curtain, than she heard the bathroom door open.
"Is that you, love?" Brenda said.
"Want some company?" Elsie chirped.
"Brenda had to smile. She thought that perhaps they would get it on together that night in bed, but now she realized that Elsie was a little more anxious than she had thought she was.
"Sure, there is plenty of room," Brenda said, and pulled back the shower curtain. She saw standing there, Elsie totally naked. She had never seen her completely naked before, and the sight was quite appealing.
Elsie, about five-foot-six inches tall, was a strikingly beautiful young lady. She had long red hair, that glistened under the light of the bathroom.
Her green eyes were radiantly sparkling, as she looked at Brenda, and gave her a big knowing smile. They both knew what the other was thinking, that it was time to seal their partnership properly, with a little sex.
Brenda looked over Elsie's body completely, as she jumped in and joined her under the already steaming downpour of water.
Elsie had a beautifully proportioned body, everything seeming to be in the right place. Although her breasts were not as large as Brenda's, they were perfectly shaped, and stood out proud and firm from her sensuous body.
Brenda hadn't thought that she was horny, not after the stimulating plane ride that she had shared with Alan. But, seeing Elsie naked a few inches away from her, got her cunt twitching with anticipation and excitement.
It was Elsie who began to make the first advance. She leaned forward and gently kissed Brenda on the lips. Brenda responded with a passionate onslaught of kisses, surprising herself more than Elsie, with her vigor and determination.
Any negative thoughts that Brenda may have been harboring about lesbianism before this time, were quickly gone from her mind.
To her, at that very moment, nothing could have been more pure, more natural, or more beautiful, than the sight and touch of her good friends and partner Elsie.
Why shouldn't they make love together? There was no reason in the world, and with both of them thinking along the same lines, they tore into one another.
Brenda smothered Elsie with savagely eager kisses. She let her hot saliva-coated tongue dart into Elsie's open and willing receptacle.
Elsie kissed her back with the same amount of energy that Brenda had started generating. However, it was Elsie once again, who got things rolling in a more involved state.
She started kissing Brenda on the neck, causing Brenda to lean against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall for support. Brenda was a weakling whenever anyone kissed her neck, and this particular time was no exception.
Elsie was an expert at lovemaking, being a street whore herself for many years. She knew all the ins and outs of love, how to turn both a man and woman on, how to render them helpless in the throes of her passionate erotic advances.
Elsie made use of every trick she had ever learned or developed over the past years, and put them all to work on her prey for the moment, her beautiful friend and partner.
Brenda!
Brenda was a happy recipient of Elsie's passionate advances. She threw her long black mane back in the air, like a proud filly, and let her devour her neck.
In no time at all, Elsie was not satisfied with the mere kissing of Brenda's neck, and started moving down over her supple young body, getting closer and closer to her tits.
The water was pounding on top of the two of them, and the steaming spray added to the excitement that they were both feeling well up inside of their lust-ridden womanly bodies.
Elsie worked her busily sucking and lapping tongue and mouth down to Brenda's gyrating titties, and started swirling her mouth over one of them.
Brenda began moaning loudly, as Elsie went to work on her breasts. It had been a while since anyone had worked over her titties this way, and she was ecstatic.
Elsie was an expert at this, having kissed quite a few pairs of titties in her time. Although she didn't go out of her way to look for lesbian relationships, she never turned her back on one, and certainly had no intentions of doing so this time, either.
She tore into Brenda's tit, kissing it savagely, toying with the nipples, causing it to get all red and fully erect. She sucked on it furiously, and Brenda braced herself against the wall.
Elsie began flying back and forth, first kissing one tit frantically and then sliding across the deep crevice of Brenda's cleavage, landing on top of the other mountain of pleasure.
This back and forth motion, working over each tit individually, but with equal gusto, drove Brenda out of her mind with lust and desire.
After several long minutes of this relentless tit attack, the forceful Elsie began to lower her mouth, as she bent over and slid down Brenda's erotically moistened body.
The water steamed on, as she led her mouth slide down to the very top of the pubic hair of Brenda. She started kissing them, and chewing on them, pulling them just enough to entice Brenda, and not hurt her.
Of course, Brenda, liking things a little rough anyway, didn't mind the biting and the nibbling at all, she even wished that Elsie would go at her a little more forcefully than she already was.
Finally, the moment had arrived. Elsie was right down over Brenda's snatch. Elsie noticed that there were large amounts of pre-orgasmic come emanating from Brenda's pussy, and this delighted her.
This was the one thing that proved to Elsie beyond a doubt that Brenda was really into her. She could have been doing it just to be polite, so far, but pure sexual enjoyment was the only thing that could get a cunt flowing as freely as Brenda's now was, and Elsie was elated.
She licked up the juices eagerly, drinking them all down.
They were like beads of love energy for her, and she swallowed them as fast as they spewed out of Brenda's snatch. There was quite an abundance of this juice, but Elsie could not get her fill.
She began to stick her tongue against Brenda's pussy, toying with her cunt lips, and beginning to tickle her already quite stiff little clitoris.
Brenda's whole body began to shiver as Elsie expertly did her, and did her good! In and out of her come-soaked pussy went Elsie's darting snake-like tongue.
Brenda wondered why she had never had sex with Elsie before, but knew that she would now make up for the lost time. She knew that they would have many nights together in the upcoming weeks, and that it would be great to share sex and love with the pretty lady.
Brenda could no longer stand what Elsie was doing to her pussy, it was too overwhelmingly delicious. She grabbed ahold of Elsie's pretty face, and pulled her up to her. She planted a long kiss on Elsie's lips, as if to congratulate her for a job well done.
Then it was Brenda who took over the aggressive role, surprising herself as well as the happy recipient of her attention, Elsie.
Likewise, she went to work on Elsie's titties, kissing them furiously, sucking Elsie's gigantic stiff nipples, and biting the tips of them just slightly.
She bit them easily at first, wanting to check out Elsie's reaction to the somewhat forceful attack on her person.
Elsie was more than responsive, and let out with a loud moan as Brenda chomped down harder and harder on her womanly tit flesh.
Elsie, too, liked things a little on the rough side, and was beginning to realize that she was quite compatible indeed with Brenda, who was discovering the same thing about her.
Brenda was relentless in her tit attack. She was really getting into making love to a woman for the very first time. No longer did she possess any fears about her lesbian contact. She found it stimulating, exciting and nothing could be wrong with something that produced feelings like that within her womanly body.
She, too, was eager to get herself down to where the action, the pussy action, that is, was going to take place. She wanted to taste her first sweet taste of pussy flesh, of female come, and the time was now!
She zoomed down to Elsie's pussy, and with no form of foreplay whatsoever, she tore into Elsie's pussy. Now mind you, Elsie had spent a very lonely week, being too busy to head into Miami in search of sex. She had been hornier than a hoot owl when she headed for the airport to meet Brenda, and was now in seventh heaven as Brenda continued her persistent and determined sex assault.
Brenda stuck her darting tongue, way up into Elsie's pussy, and began to swirl it all around inside of the warm moist cavity of love.
She felt Elsie quivering as she went to work on her, and knew that she was doing a good job. She was surprised that it was all coming so natural to her, but she attributed that to the fact that she was basically a very sexually-oriented person in the first place.
In and out of Elsie's pussy her tongue went, paying special attention to the stiff little clit, protruding downward at the entrance to Elsie's love nest.
Brenda reached around behind Elsie, and grabbed ahold of her buttocks. They were huge, but shaped beautifully, and were solid. They were not mushy as she had expected. They felt delicious in her hands, and she began to knead the flesh wantonly.
Elsie, finally getting over the shock of the vigorous attack on her person by her erotic friend, began to gyrate considerably. She started shoving her hips back and forth, sending Brenda's tongue deeper and deeper into her crevice.
She loved the feeling of Brenda's thin but firm little fingers going to work on her backside, and she flexed her two half-moons of flesh to excite Brenda even more.
It was time for both of the girls to come. They had experimented with one another, and although there was a lot more that could have been done along those lines, they were too horny to continue any form of foreplay any longer.
Brenda stood up, and send her tongue flying into Elsie's mouth once again.
Elsie opened her own mouth, and pulled Brenda's tongue inside of her saliva-filled cavity. She sucked on it, and returned the favor by sending her own tongue shooting into Brenda's kissing and sucking mouth.
The two embraced tightly, and they both knew that the time for coming was at hand. Suddenly, Brenda felt a finger toying with her dripping pussy, and she knew that that was the way that they were going to orgasm.
Wanting to let Elsie share the same pleasure she was, and wanting her desperately to orgasm at the very same instant, she took Elsie's lead, and let her hand drop down between them.
In no time, the two girls were fingering each other with gusto. In and out of their partner's cunts went the flying fucking fingers.
Both girls were near the brink of sexual bliss, and were more than ready to shoot their respective pools of come out onto their partner's fingers.
It was Elsie who started her orgasm first, and Brenda could feel the large amount of come emanating from the hole she was ramming her finger into. Also, Elsie began to shake and quiver like she had never seen before, and it was obvious now that she was in the throes of a beautiful orgasm.
Seeing her in this passionate condition, and ready to come herself, she began to shoot. She came like she had never come before. Perhaps it was the excitement of sharing sex with a girl for the first time, and perhaps it was something else. In any case, Brenda came, and came, and came some more!
In a few moments, it was all over. Both girls had shot their loads of come, and were totally spent with exhaustion. They fell into one another's arms, and hugged each other warmly, speaking words of friendship and love.
They helped one another shower, getting super clean with sudsy steaming water, and then they quickly jumped out and dried themselves off.
"Let's get dressed, and go down and get some wood and build a fire. There is a number of a Chinese take-out place, and we can call them for food," Elsie said, helping Brenda dry off her pretty back.
"Sounds great," Brenda said, "I'm starved." She reached over and gave Elsie a long, wet kiss on the mouth, and without words, told her that she loved her and that their business and friendship relationship was going to be a great one-and would last for a long time-she was sure of it!
CHAPTER FOUR
The girls were awakened by the phone ringing.
"Shit, it's eight-thirty," Elsie said, leaning over the side of the bed and looking at the tiny little alarm clock on the end table. "Hope it's a worthwhile call."
She got out of bed, and went down into the living room, where the only phone, as yet, had been installed.
"Hello, Pleasure House," she said.
It was a call from a young girl interested in moving in and working for the house. Calls like this kept on coming in all day, and Elsie and Brenda were kept quite busy answering them, giving mini-interviews over the phone, and setting up appointments with the girls that sounded promising.
Many of he girls were eliminated over the phone. Some of them were just curious, and called on a dare or a bet from a friend. They were easy to spot, because their lack of seriousness was obvious right through what they were saying.
However, at the end of the day, forty-some odd interviews had been set up for the following day, all of them sounding promising.
There were several of the girls who had had some massage or massage parlor experience, but most of them did not.
Brenda and Elsie knew that massage could be taught easily, at least enough to satisfy any man who came to the house just for that purpose.
However, Elsie and Brenda knew, as they were sure most of the girls knew even before visiting the house, that in reality, all they were running was a whorehouse.
Oh, it wasn't going to be like any whorehouse that had ever been put together before. This was going to be first-class, all the way, but it was still going to primarily be a place where men, of all kinds, and from all walks of life, could for a price enjoy the company of a lovely female.
That day was spent preparing all of the rooms. There was linen to purchase, the making of some thirty beds, which was no easy job, and various other little odds and ends to get the house all ready to go.
The ad for the opening, directed to all of the men of the area, would not be out in the paper until that Thursday, a day before the opening.
Elsie knew that getting all of the girls hired, assigned to room, acquainted with the house rules, which were still not established, and massage lessons to boot, was going to be a full week's work in itself.
The next day, the interviews began. Elsie and Brenda alternated every other girl, after having talked extensively on the type of things that they would look for in various applicants, as well as the things that would automatically eliminate certain unsuitable applicants.
All of the girls had to be beautiful, in body, mind and spirit. Elsie and Brenda had fairly good insight and good judgment and could spot girls that could cause problems almost immediately.
At the end of the second day of interviews, they had thirty girls all moved in, and ready to go, as well as a backup list of some fifteen girls, who would act as alternates to fill in if and when there were vacancies.
Elsie and Brenda were delighted with the tremendous response from the girls in the area. Actually, there wasn't much to do for pretty young girls down around Miami Beach, except hustling the various hotels and the pools, which got to be a drag after a while.
This was going to be a house that would give a lot of them good steady jobs, allowing them to meet all kinds of men from all walks of life, as well as making some really good bucks for their pockets.
Elsie and Brenda decided that the fee would be thirty dollars for one hour. The girl would get to keep half of that, plus any tip that she could manage to earn during the hour from the client. The other half of the thirty would go into the house fund, otherwise known as Elsie and Brenda's pocket.
With thirty girls in the house, and all of them taking on several customers, hopefully, each night, it was easy to see how profitable this little business venture could become.
The girls hoped that the response from the men would be just half as good as they had gotten for the jobs for the young ladies. If that happened, they would really be in for some good profitable business.
The girls that they had hired were absolutely beautiful. Almost all of them were Floridians, and had that healthy tanned look of girls who spent a great deal of time on the beach.
Elsie had gotten quite horny during the interviews, because she as well as Brenda had to look at all of the girls with their clothes off.
After all, flesh was the name of the game in the Pleasure House, and the only way to tell what the girls had to offer was to see them naked.
One after another had paraded nude in front of Brenda and Elsie, in a huge room which was kind of a den, just off the sitting room. It was used for all of the interviews of the various applicants.
Some of he girls were very pretty, but they would have bad legs, or their tits would be too small, and they would be eliminated.
But in a fairly short time, they had more than enough beautiful girls to fill the house, as well as a healthy standby list for fill-ins.
Florida flesh was attractive, that was something that Brenda and Elsie learned right from the start of the erotic interviews.
When Tuesday night came around, everything was in order. All of the girls were hired, and busy fixing up their own bedrooms in their own particular way.
Elsie and Brenda had told them that their own room could be done in any style that they saw fit, keeping in mind that it was the pleasing of the customers that would get them the bigger tips.
Elsie and Brenda felt that they could trust each one of the girls to do a nice job on their own rooms. They had each been given fairly extensive verbal interviews after seeing their bodies, and they had gotten to know each one of them fairly well.
They were a nice bunch of girls, and they were as excited about making the Pleasure House a success, as Elsie and Brenda were-a healthy outlook all around.
"Oh, gosh, I forgot all about Alan," Brenda said suddenly, enjoying a cup of coffee with Elsie in her room.
After that night, Brenda had moved back up into her own room, and had gotten it together quite nicely. She had sex with Elsie several more times, and they were really the best of friends now. But she did like her own privacy, and had moved upstairs the day after their first physical encounter.
But, as she was doing now, she liked to spend a lot of time in Elsie's room, which also served as he office, since it was so close to the downstairs. They would sit and rap over a cup of coffee or a hot drink.
"That's right," Elsie chortled, "you were suppose to call him, weren't you?"
"Yes, things have been so hectic here all week, I completely forgot."
"Well, love, that's understandable. Alan will understand if you tell him you've been really busy setting up the business."
"That's just it, Elsie, he doesn't have any idea what I'm doing here. I guess I'll have to make up something to tell him."
"Perhaps you're jumping the gun," Elsie said wisely. "Maybe he'll be so glad to hear from you, he won't care what you have been up to."
"Maybe you're right. I think I'll call him."
They had had the phone company come and install several more phones, one in the hall on each floor, complete with an intercom in case any of the girls had to reach the downstairs in case of an emergency or something, and one in Brenda's bedroom.
She flew up the stairs, eager to talk to Alan after the several fast and hectic days that had flown by without her even knowing it.
She nervously dialed the number, and awaited Alan's pleasant voice on the other end of the phone.
"Baxter residence," a stately and proper voice answered. Of course, she should have realized that with that much money, it would be unlikely that Alan would answer himself.
"May I speak to Alan, please?"
"Whom shall I say is calling?" the voice replied.
"Brenda," was all she said, objecting somewhat to the inquiry.
In a second, Alan was on the phone.
"Hi, love," he said, "where the hell have you been? I've been waiting to hear from you for the past five days. I've been frantic. Are you okay?"
"Sure, Alan. I've just been incredibly busy. This is the first minute that I've had since I said goodbye to you," Brenda told him.
"What have you been up to that has kept you too busy to call me?" Alan persisted.
"Oh, well, let's not talk about that. What have you been doing with yourself, Alan?" Brenda said, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Okay, love, okay. You should have known better than to pry, I'm sorry. Well, for me, I've been playing a lot of tennis, and doing a little riding, and waiting to hear from a very pretty brunette lady that I had a stimulating plane ride with from New York."
"Oh, I see," she said.
"Brenda, I have to see you. Where are you? Can we get together tonight?" Alan was anxious, that was obvious by the tone of his voice.
"Yes, that would be really nice," Brenda said, not in any way trying to hide her own enthusiasm. She really wanted to see Alan, and her heart was pounding even as she talked to him over the phone.
"I'm on my way. Where shall I pick you up?" Alan said excitedly.
"No, Alan, no. I'll come and meet you." Brenda still wasn't ready to tell him about Pleasure House, and the type of work that she and Elsie were getting themselves into. That would surely mean that she would have to reveal that she had been a prostitute back in New York for the past two years, and she just couldn't see herself telling that to Alan. Not yet, anyway.
"Mystery girl, huh?" Alan said with a little laugh. "Okay, why don't you drive out here? You can spend the evening if you like and we can go for a drive along the ocean in the morning, or riding, or play some tennis, or swim, or whatever you like. How does that sound?"
"As long as I'm with you, Alan, I don't care what we do, but all of that sounds great," Brenda answered him, getting more and more excited as she now realized that she would be seeing her handsome lover very soon.
"Well, then, get your ass up here. You have the address?"
"Yes, I'll find it, be there as soon as I can," she said, and hung up the phone, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to pop right through her tight sweater.
She flew downstairs, and told Elsie of her conversation with Alan. Elsie was generally delighted for her.
"Go ahead, love, everything is under control. We all just have to wait for Thursday when the phones start ringing with prospective customers, hopefully, so why don't you take the whole day off tomorrow and have a good time with Alan."
"Are you sure you will be okay here alone?" Brenda said, feeling somewhat guilty in leaving her business partner alone just as things were getting off the ground.
"Now don't you worry about little Elsie," Elsie said with a gleam in her eye. "I have thirty beautiful girls to keep me company, and I have a feeling that more than one of them would be happy to accompany me into the bedroom, if you know what I mean."
"Why you little devil," Brenda said, realizing that Elsie was probably elated that she was leaving, being able to be all alone with the luscious workers of he house, and no doubt get into more than one of their pretty little pussies.
"Yes, I guess I am," Elsie said, grinning from ear to ear. "Now scat. Go make yourself pretty for that handsome stud, and get going. It's six-thirty already, and I think you should be back here about this time tomorrow, so we can get together on any last details that have to be worked out before we open on Friday."
"Okay, love," Brenda said, and she leaned over the bed, giving Elsie a tight hug, and then topping it off with a kiss that was perhaps a little longer than necessary, but was what Brenda was feeling.
She truly loved the girl and was looking forward to loving and working with her in the coming days, weeks, monthly, and perhaps-hopefully-even years.
Brenda left her foxy-looking friend and flew back up into her room. She showered and dressed in a beautiful floor-length evening dress.
She wanted to look elegant when she saw Alan, having a good idea that she would be walking into quite a rich estate. She packed a bag with a pair of her sexiest faded jeans, and a tight-fitting jersey top for riding or whatever they did the next day.
After perfuming herself with her most expensive and exotic scent, grabbing her bag, and the keys to the VW which she and Elsie had purchased as a "house" car, she was off.
She peeked in on Elsie as she passed her bedroom. "How do I look?" she said, making a short girlish twirl in front of Elsie.
"Honey, all I can say is you better get your ass out of here, or I'll have that dress off you and have you sprawled on this bed in a jiffy," Elsie said, giving her a big, approving smile.
"Going, going," Brenda said, giving her friend a big smile, a fast wink, and then closing the bedroom room.
The night was balmy, the stars were twinkling in the beautiful sky already, and she tore down the long driveway that led away from the old house with the feeling of love and adventure in her heart.
As she pulled up in front of Alan's estate, her eyes were boggled by the spendor of it all. There was a long, circular driveway that led up to the place, and all along it were beautiful lit torches, showing the way.
It was a majestic house, looking like something out of "Gone With the Wind." It had huge white pillars holding up an extensive balcony, and it just reeked of money.
Before she even got the motor of her little VW turned off, there was a man, dressed in a butler uniform, opening the door for her.
"Good evening, Miss Brenda," he said. "Alan is waiting for you. Please follow me," he said, closing the door for her, and showing her inside the beautiful house.
Alan was just inside the large, white doors, and flew into her arms the moment he saw her. He was beautifully dressed in a cashmere sports coat and turtleneck sweater. He made a truly dashing sight, and Brenda was elated to see him.
They embraced fondly, and Alan led Brenda into the study, closing the enormous doors. He pulled her tight to him, and squeezed her hard against his massive chest.
"I can't believe how much I've missed you, love," he' said, finally alone with the girl he had thought so much about the past five days.
Alan's parents, very prominent socially in the Miami area, were determined to marry Alan off to some boring socialite.
However, Alan had a mind of his own, and had always made it quite clear to both of them that he would be marrying the girl of his choice, and not of theirs.
For the past five days, his mother had invited a constant array of dull boring as hell young prissy assholes over for tea, in hopes that one of them would be attractive to her son-of course, to no avail.
All Alan had done the past week was to think of beautiful Brenda, and the outrageous thing that they had done together on the airplane on the way in from New York City.
Alan, although quite the free spirit, had never done anything of hat sort before in his life, or for that matter, had never even thought of doing anything like that.
But after seeing Brenda, there had seemed to be no barriers to what he was capable of, or no limits to what he would do for her, or better yet, to her.
He had gone crazy, after not hearing from her the first couple of days, and it had upset his mother tremendously.
"What is that matter with you, son?" she had said to him, after he had been home three days, and was beginning to pace around near the telephone practically every walking hour.
"Well, I met this girl on the flight down here, and I gave her my number. She promised to call, and I haven't heard from her yet. Shit, I wish she would call," he had said angrily.
"Alan, watch your language!"
"Oh, come off it, Mom," he had said, tired of her prim and proper attitude about everything. He had always been somewhat of a rebel, not wanting to conform to their stuffy social standing type of behavior.
"Really, Alan, remember your upbringing," she had persisted.
"Look, Mom, all I can think of right now is Brenda, and seeing her again. That is all that I care about, do you understand that?"
"Just where does this young lady come from?" his mother had asked him.
"I don't know. She has been living in New York, and now she is moving down here."
"Why is she moving, Alan?"
"Oh, I don't know. I think some kind of business, or maybe just to get away from the city. I really don't know, and I could care less."
"Well, at least you could have found out something about her family," his mother said, remembering the Baxter tradition and certainly not wanting him to go running off and marrying some unknown common tramp.
"All I know is that I love her, Mother, and that is all that matters."
"What?" she had screamed, jumping from the sofa where she had been having her tea, and beaming at her rebellious son, giving him a look of distrust and disturbance. "Now listen here, Alan, I-"
"Look, Mother, I am twenty-three years old, and I am perfectly capable of choosing my own friends, including, and especially, women friends. I thought that you knew that by now. We have been through this many times before.
It was true, they had. But this time Alan's mother could tell by the look in his eye that he was far more serious than he had ever been before, and she was worried. She knew that there were a lot of money-hungry girls that would love to gain the Baxter name and fortune through Alan, and she was determined to have Alan marry a girl of breeding.
"As long as you live in my house, Alan, I expect some respect from you," she said, getting more and more hot under the collar.
"Want me to leave?"
"Oh, no, dear, no, I didn't mean that," she had replied, a tear forming in her eye.
This conversation went the same route every time. Alan would have thought that his mother would have learned by now to leave the subject alone, but she always persisted.
He stopped thinking about her. She and his father were out at the opera tonight, and he had the house all to himself for the next few hours.
He had had several young ladies come and stay over, sleeping with him in his own room. This was something that his mother and father both objected to, but had decided to let him do. It was either that, or he would move out, and neither of them wanted that.
His mother had decided that it would be better to have him carrying on in his wicked ways under the family roof, than to be doing it out on his own somewhere, where she would have no idea at all what he was up to.
"Well, let me look at you," Alan said, taking Brenda by the arms and stepping back from her, looking at her thoroughly from heel to toe. "You are far more beautiful than I even remembered you to be," Alan said, gazing wantonly at the sheer and tight-fitting evening dress that Brenda was sporting, showing of her full figure to its fullest advantage.
"You're looking pretty damn good yourself," Brenda said, and meaning every word. Alan did look absolutely dashing in his sporty outfit, and Brenda could feel her cunt twitching already, let alone her heart, which was beating practically out of control at the mere presence of the handsome and stimulating young stud.
"Come, sit down," Alan said, leading her over to an overstuffed, old-fashioned, but obviously extremely expensive sofa.
He reached up and pulled a long velvet cord, which hung majestically from the ceiling. No sound was heard in the room but no sooner had he pulled it, than there was a knock on the big door which led into the room.
"Charles, come in," Alan said, and the door opened to reveal the butler who had escorted Brenda into the house when she had arrived.
"What would you like, love?" Alan said to Brenda.
She thought for a moment, and although she didn't really drink much, she decided that the house, the company, and the moment, called for sherry. "Sherry would be fine, Alan," she told him.
"Two please, Charles, and chill the glass," Alan said to the butler.
Charles bowed slightly, and vanished, closing the large doors behind him. In what seemed like a miraculously short time, he returned, sporting a small silver tray, with two beautifully-cut wine glasses and a crystal pitcher on it.
"Shall I pour, sir?" he asked obediently.
"No, thank you, Charles, that will be all," Alan said, dismissing the servant.
Alan poured two glasses of the pretty red fluid, passed one to Brenda who was in awe at the whole thing that was going on in her life: Alan, this house, her own house, the business, everything! She raised his own in preparation of a toast.
"To men's rooms above the clouds," Alan said, smiling widely.
"I'll certainly drink to that," Brenda said, not being able to hold back the giggle that had started from deep within her, and now was surfacing in a loud laugh.
They toasted one another, and sipped the drink romantically. Alan leaned over, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Brenda almost dropped the sherry glass out of her hand, she was taken aback by Alan's kiss, and his very presence.
Now she was beginning to realize what all of those love songs were written about, and what all of those corny sayings like hearing bells ring, and things like that meant. She was in a sort of Utopia when she was with Alan, and the longer she was with him, the more intense it became.
Alan laid his glass down on the silver-rimmed coffee table that stretched the full length of the couch in front of him, and pursued the kiss more vigorously.
Brenda barely got her own glass down before Alan's passionate embrace took hold of her senses. They tore into each other, kissing warmly, letting their tongues explore each other's mouth cavities.
On the plane, everything had been so fast, so exciting and so dangerous. This was different. They had all evening, and all day tomorrow to really get to know one another, and the warm feeling spread over them like a blanket of love.
There was a roaring fire in the marble fireplace at one end of the enormous study, and they moved down in front of it. They sat there, buried in the deep pile of the plush carpet, and spoke words of love to one another, kissing, embracing, fondling each other.
The time flew by. They had no idea just how much time they had spent in front of the fire, but were soon to find out. All of a sudden, the door to the den opened, and Alan's parents walked in.
From the look of Alan's mother, she had known before entering the room that Alan was entertaining a young lady. Alan figured that the butler must have told her, upon her inquiry he was sure. The butler was a friend of Alan's, and although he respected Mrs. Baxter, disagreed with many of her opinions, especially those about interfering with Alan's private and social life.
"Well, this must be Brenda," Mrs. Baxter blurted out, in a tone that made Brenda jump off the floor and strike a startled pose.
"Mother, why didn't you know?" was all that Alan said. "I'd like you to meet Brenda," Alan said. "Brenda, this is my mother and father."
"How do you do, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter," Brenda said, extending a hand nervously, which was ignored by both of the Baxters.
Mr. Baxter was a strikingly handsome man, just slightly grey at the temples. This was remarkable for one of his age. He looked trim and athletic, and it was easy for Brenda to see where Alan got his sexy features from.
They both acknowledged her greetings in a tone that was more patronizing than friendly and Brenda wished she could just disappear. If it wasn't for Alan, and the way that she felt about him, that was probably just what she would have done.
However, Alan got her out of the uncomfortable position quite quickly.
"Good night, Mother and Father," Alan said, taking Brenda by the hand and pulling her out of the room quickly.
"Alan, come back here!" he heard his mother calling, as he shut the two large doors that separated the den from the hall.
He led Brenda up the stairway that circled up to the second floor. He led her down the end of the hall, without saying a word, through a doorway, and up a tiny stairway that led to a loft-type room.
Brenda saw the big brass bed in Alan's room, and knew that everything was going to be okay.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Alan, should we have just walked out like that?" Brenda asked, as he closed and locked the door firmly behind him.
"They really piss me off sometimes. They are so hung up on social standing, and proper etiquette, and they don't even know how to be polite to a guest of mine."
"I think your mother is a little overprotective, Alan," she said, realizing where his mother was probably coming from.
"My mother is determined to stop me from being with someone I chose. It has to be a choice of her own, not mine. It really burns me up, and she knows it."
"Listen, Alan, if you think that I should leave, I-"
"Brenda, not another word like that. You are my guest, and you are staying. Besides, I can't wait to get into your hot little pussy," he said, and they both began to laugh.
Brenda was upset, it was true, but Alan's good nature about the whole thing, and his obvious lusty-type looks at her, with his intense blue eyes, soon made her forget everything but him, and what they were going to do.
Now they had a big bed, the whole night, and could really get to know one another properly. Things had been so rushed before, it would be different this time around.
Brenda jumped on the bed, and started bouncing around on it like a little kid.
"This bed is like a football field, it is so fucking big," she exclaimed, in awe at its enormous size. It was the biggest bed that she had ever laid eyes on, and she had seen quite a few!
"I had it custom made," he told her, perhaps a little boastfully. "I like to have lots of room to move around."
"I just bet you do," Brenda said, poking him firmly in the ribs. "I just bet you do!"
"Want to play, do you?" he said, starting to tickle her savagely, sending her into fits of laughter, and causing tears of humor to stream down her cheeks, smearing her eye makeup.
"Now look what you've done," Brenda said. "I must look a mess."
"You look beautiful, love, and I'm going to devour every inch of you," he said, lunging at her, and spreading his massive frame out over hers, crushing her into the soft mattress of the enormous bed.
Alan sent his tongue darting into Brenda's open and more than willing mouth. She sucked it in, and sent her own back into Alan's. They French-kissed like this for a long time. They had all night, and neither of them were in any kind of a rush.
Brenda, at least for the moment, had forgotten about everything. She forgot where she was, what day or time it was, the hassle that just occurred downstairs with his parents, everything. Everything except Alan, and the erotic lovemaking that was now getting underway.
She threw her arms around Alan's massive back and shoulders, and squeezed him firmly. She liked to squeeze his muscular body, because he was strong and virile, and she knew that he could take all of her squeezing and then some.
She put all of her strength into her hug, and he returned the favor by pressing his crotch into hers firmly. She could feel his huge pecker pressing against her already moist pussy, and it sent shivers of delight coursing through her horny and quite excited young body.
Both of them were fully dressed, and that made it even more exciting to both of them. Undressing one another, or better yet, undressing in front of one another, would be fun.
"Brenda, stand up and take off your clothes for me. But slowly, you know, like a striptease. Please?"
"Only if you go first," she replied, grinning. It was a little funny for her, because so many times men who were paying for her company back in New York asked her to do the exact same thing. Now, however, she was doing it down here in Florida with a handsome stud, who already, she realized, she had fallen so much in love with.
"Okay, you asked for it," Alan said, springing up off the bed with all the agility of a graceful tiger.
Very slowly, very sensuously, and most deliberately, he began to take off his clothes.
He pulled off his handsome sports jacket. The tight turtleneck sweater that he was wearing underneath, outline his massive muscular torso beautifully, and drove her out of her mind with sexual excitement and anticipation of what was to follow.
I He stood there for a few moments, just staring at her, spreading his feet apart slightly, and taking a superman stud pose. He was really getting into his male striptease and Brenda was delighted.
She had had a feeling that he would get into it, that was why she had asked him to go first. She knew hat if she stripped in front of him first, he would have lunged into her and ravaged her body with his affections-not that she would have minded.
This way, she was going to get a teasing, tantalizing sneak preview of the flesh that she was going to have some twenty-four hours to explore.
Finally, and after deliberately making Brenda wait to see his naked flesh, Alan pulled his tight-fitting sweater up over his broad shoulders.
Brenda gasped when she saw his flesh. It was dark tan, obviously he had spent many hours in the sun. His muscles rippled and shined in the light of the bedroom, and she could actually feel her mouth watering with anticipation.
One of her biggest hang-ups was men's stomachs. She knew that if a man had a firm stomach, he was usually pretty strong all over. It was almost a sign of virility to her, like that of a large cock and did Alan ever have a beautifully developed washboard stomach.
When he leaned over to put his sweater on a chair by the bed, his stomach muscles rippled like crazy, and Brenda felt her pussy getting moister and moister.
He just stood there, arms at his side, a very serious and intent look on his face. He knew that she was devouring him with her eyes, and it was exciting him.
He had never taken off his clothes like that, deliberately stripping in front of a woman before. He was surprised to find out that it was exciting him quite a bit.
He decided to take further advantage of the situation, wanting to stimulate Brenda even more, so that when their naked bodies finally did touch one another, it would be even more exciting.
He began to rub his hand across his chest, stopping and toying with his own nipples, pinching them, flaunting his beautiful body on the sex-hungry female on the bed.
Brenda was eager to jump up and grab ahold of him, pulling him down on top of her, and ravaging him with her sex, but she didn't. She knew that half of the fun was the anticipation, and she was determined not to give in.
She knew that her time to tease Alan like this was almost at hand, and she didn't want to be the one to give in. She wanted to strip for him, and make him attack her. That way, she would win the little game.
But, she knew that if he let his own striptease continue to drag on erotically as it was doing now, she would lose, and attack him. He was beautiful, standing there at the side of the bed, a few inches away from her. and he was some tempting-looking stud!
Slowly, ever so deliberately, Alan began to unzip the front of his pants. The bulge was already sizeable, and Brenda knew that he probably had an erection on the way. If it wasn't fully hard, it would be soon enough.
Slowly, the zipper lowered, and then Alan undid the top button of his pants. He carefully pulled them down, revealing a pair of bikini white underpants.
They were erotic as hell, because the material was so thin, that you could see right through them. Brenda gasped, as she saw the clear outline of his enormous cock through the material.
She longed to reach out and grab it, and almost did. But, they were playing a little game of visual game, and she was determined to be the victor, by making Alan be the one to give in first.
Alan began rubbing the front of his brief underwear, and caused his cock to get stiffer and stiffer. The monstrous love pole looked like it was going to pop right through the thin material of his pants.
Brenda's cunt was definitely giving off a good deal of pre-orgasmic love juices, and she knew that the front of her black lace undies were getting soaking wet. But, she didn't care in the least. She would soon be out of them and totally naked, anyway.
Now it was time for Alan to go all the way. It was time for him to reveal that magic piece of manhood, that torrid tool, that throbbing pecker, that pulsating penis, that thing that had Brenda's pussy squirting.
He started pulling down the tiny briefs, until his blond pubic hair showed over the top of them.
"Ohhh," Brenda said, the first sound uttered since they had begun their little game. She just couldn't help it, it came out of her.
Apparently, Alan could stand his tortuous game, and his part in it, no longer. He ripped down his underwear, and stepped out of the briefs, revealing for Brenda's hungry eyes, his enormous piece of manhood.
Now that Brenda had a chance to get a good long look at the menacing object, it was more beautiful than she could have imagined.
She did get a fairly good look at it in the men's room of the airplane, but not as good a look as she was now getting. The cock was just gorgeous!
"Not bad," Brenda said, knowing down deep inside that what Alan had done was fantastic, but wanting to play around with him a bit. After all, it was he who had initiated this little game, and she wanted to show him how to really do it.
"Okay, smarty ass, let's see you go to it," Alan said smiling, jumping on the bed, lying on his back, so that his throbbing pecker was standing up over him like a proud flagpole.
He put his muscular arms behind his handsome face, and stretched out, getting himself comfortable for the erotic show that he was sure Brenda would supply him with.
Brenda stood exactly where he had done. She remembered how many times she had done this for Johns, but it was an entirely different situation.
She was then stripping for money, not for her own pleasure. For Alan, it was strictly to entice and turn on someone she loved very much. Yes, it was a completely different story here in this house tonight, than it was back in New York for the past two years during her life as a prostitute.
She stood there, staring at him seductively, letting him stew a little before she really got into it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to rub her body with her hands.
Not just her breasts, or any one particular spot, but all over, front and back. And, while she began doing it, she also started turning around at the very same time.
Everywhere Alan looked, he saw hands kneading flesh, and it drove him out of his mind. It was highly suggestive, and made Alan wish that it was his hands that were rubbing the beautiful body of Brenda, instead of her own.
Brenda knew that she had his attention now, and she began to really pour on the old sex appeal. She had a long zipper in the back of her evening gown, that went all the way down, and stopped just a hair above where her bubbly butt jutted out from the nape of her back.
She turned her back to Alan, and began pulling down the zipper, slowly, deliberately, looking back over her shoulder at Alan, and flashing him a seductive stare.
Alan could not contain himself, and he began playing with his now-throbbing cock. He knew that he could have jerked himself off easily, he was so excited, but there was a whole night of fucking and sucking ahead of them, and he didn't want to have an orgasm now, with his own hand, and spoil the whole thing. So, he just waited, watched, and played slightly with his cock.
Seeing Alan lying there, looking handsomer than ever, and particularly with his hands on his throbbing penis, turned her on even more, and really got her going.
The zipper came flying down her back, and revealed that she was wearing an extremely sheer bra, almost flesh-covered, and black lace undies.
The zipper exposed just the top of the underwear, and really got Alan excited. She could see her smooth skin through the undies, they were so thin and transparent.
Brenda turned around, so that she was facing her lover again, and proceeded to pull the sexy evening dress down over the front of her well-proportioned body.
It was now off her, and she stood there, with her flesh-colored bra, that was so tiny her oversized tits were almost totally plopping out of it, and her black lace undies, that were sheer enough for Alan to clearly see the V patch of her jet black pubic hair.
Brenda decided to put on a little dance for him, and she began to gyrate around. Oh, it wasn't anything in particular, just a totally erotic movement, that showed off every curve of her vivacious body to the utmost.
She kept making complete turns as she danced, revealing her beautiful backside, jutting out from her back in a sensuous way, almost begging to be squeezed, kissed, or perhaps even fucked.
Fucking her ass was something that Alan had on his mind, the very foremost part of his mind. He had never fucked an ass in his life, and he just had the feeling that Brenda was the type of chick who probably would let him, regardless of whether she had ever done it before or not.
Alan grabbed ahold of his own prick firmly, and really massaged it thoroughly. He had to stop himself a couple of times, because he could have easily jerked himself off. He was almost in some kind of a sex trance, and he hardly knew what he was doing.
Brenda began to massage her enormous breasts, kneading the flesh-colored material of her skimpy bra, until she pushed one of the massive pleasure humps right out of the small piece of material, that was trying futilely to restrain it.
Alan gasped as he saw the tit, with the round red and fully erect nipple sticking out proud and strong at the tip. Brenda caught the surprised look on his face, and quickly left him in suspense no longer.
She reached behind her back, and expertly and smoothly undid the hook that held her bra on. It popped off, and both of her tits were now free as birds.
They were gigantic, and swayed out in front of her. Alan was amazed to see them stand out firm and proud, even without the support of the tiny bra.
They were gigantic, but they held a perfectly upright shape. As a matter-of-fact, they even turned up just slightly at the very tips.
She shook them back and forth for Alan, and his mouth watered, and his cock jammed. Brenda could see just the tiniest bit of pre-orgasmic juice forming in a tiny pool at the very tip of his bulbous cock head. She knew that he was going to really tear into her, once he got his horny hand on her, and that only made her more determined to work him up even higher and higher, taking him to the highest possible level of eroticism.
She slipped a couple of her long, lean fingers underneath the tops of the black see-through undies, and began to very teasingly pull them down.
All of a sudden, Alan screamed out, and bound off the bed and grabbed her.
"Okay, okay, you win, sugar. I can't take it any longer." He pulled the pants down off her and pulled her on top of him. He threw his strong arms around her slender waist, and squeezed her firmly against his naked body.
Brenda could feel Alan's monstrous love pole rubbing against her already come-soaked pussy, and it felt good. She rubbed her own crotch into his, and their juices blended together in a pool of erotic love fluids.
Alan had his arms around her waist, and he was squeezing hard. Really hard, and Brenda loved it. She loved being squished into his manly chest the way she was, and feeling his powerful arms really do her in.
Suddenly, Alan grabbed ahold of her ass, and began to knead her firm buttocks harshly. The longer he did it, the more serve he got in his feelings.
Then, he began to pat her ass, just a little bit, sort of like a small ass. Brenda knew from experience that he was testing her, hitting her lightly to see how she would respond.
She tightened her buttocks, so that her two shapely half moons of flesh were firm and round, and drove her pussy into his groin savagely.
This was all he had to see. He now knew that she liked it rough, and would gladly be a recipient of some of his more sordid sexual fantasies.
He started really pummeling her ass. He raised his large arm way up high in the air, and crashed his open palm down on her round ass.
The slap echoed across the attic-type bedroom, and Brenda wondered how much of the rest of the house could hear the noise she was making.
Over and over again Alan slapped her ass. She loved it. Sure, it stinged like hell, but it was highly erotic and she wouldn't have stopped him for the world.
She was pretty sure how Alan felt about her, and really didn't think that he would go too far. She trusted him to know how hard he should hit her, and when he should stop.
Alan did know these guidelines, of course. However, Brenda's body and very presence was so fucking exciting, and he had gotten so horny the past week waiting to see her, that perhaps he hit her a little harder than he should have, and also a little longer.
But Brenda was a trooper. She had been through all kinds of perverted sexual scenes, and this ass slapping was really one of the more common things that her customers had liked to do to her.
She was used to it, and she loved it. With Alan slapping her bottom, it felt particularly exciting. There had been many times where she had been repulsed by some fat old man spanking her, but had done it for the money.
In this case, there was no money involved, and Brenda was doing it strictly for pleasure-that was why it was so exciting to her, and why she was enjoying it so thoroughly.
Over and over the slapping hand came down on her ass, and she knew that her ass probably bore large red welts, as proof of Alan's attack on her bottom-but she didn't care.
She kept tightening and relaxing her ass muscles, deliberately teasing him, making him hit her longer and harder with his hand.
This ass spanking went on for a long time, and then finally Alan realized that he had better stop. It was beginning to get out of control, and after all, he really didn't want to hurt her.
Games like this were adventures in fantasy. Sure, it was supposed to be a severe spanking, like one a little child would get if he or she had done something horribly wrong.
But, in this case, it was just a sex game, Alan wasn't incredibly involved in the S&M part of lovemaking, but had to admit that a good spanking really turned him on. A good spanking is just what Brenda let him have with her bottom, and he was more than satisfied.
Suddenly Alan flipped Brenda over onto her back, and stretched out on top of her. He stuck his long tongue into her mouth, and ravaged her with kisses.
She responded positively, by sending her own tongue darting into his mouth. She spewed some saliva into his mouth cavity and kissed him eagerly.
Alan began to work his way down over her body, stopping for quite a while at her sensual neck, and pummeling it with hot kisses.
Brenda loved to be kissed on her neck, and as she had done when Elsie had paid that very sensitive area special attention, she arched her neck all the way back, and gave Alan a clear shot at her neck.
Alan attacked it with a vengeance, kissing it, nibbling easily on the tender flesh, and letting the hot saliva from his mouth spew out covering a good portion of the tender skin.
Brenda could tell by the way that he was sucking away on her, and spending a long time in one particular spot, that she would be getting large welts, called hickeys, all over her neck.
But, this didn't bother her. Before, when she was a prostitute, she never let a customer give her a hickey. She knew that it might turn off another customer to see her scared sexually like that.
She knew that most men, even though they knew fucking well that she was selling her body to a lot of people, liked to fantasize that they were the first and only lover in her life, and she let them think that. It was just good business practice to keep all sexual scars and remnants free from the body, a practice she upheld strictly.
However, being a prostitute no longer, and being in bed with a man that she loved dearly, and was falling more and more in love with each passing second, was quite a different story.
She didn't care if Alan made a circle of hickey rings all the way around her neck-she would wear them proudly, as battle scares of their love-filled night together.
Alan wasn't thinking about hickeys or no hickeys, he was just attacking Brenda in the best way he knew how, and that was with every fiber of manhood that he could muster.
Soon, he needed more than just her neck to satisfy his hungry sexual desires, and he began to slip down over the front of her body.
His head rested for a few long seconds in the valley of her tit cleavage. He just rested there, smelling the sweet fragrance of her tender body, and thinking in his mind of how heavenly it was going to be to plow into her love hole with his throbbing pecker.
He began to rock back and forth, letting his tongue tickle the sides of the enormous mounds of flesh that made up Brenda's titties.
He got her cleavage soaking with his saliva, and Brenda loved it. she could feel his hot tongue moving all around on her bosoms, and it made her body quiver with excitement, and anticipation of what was to come.
She had already enjoyed a small sampling of the erotic love techniques of Alan, and she knew that here and now, in his own room, with no time limits, or stewardesses to worry about, he was really going to let go-something she was waiting for eagerly.
He ran his tongue ceasingly over her left tittie, sucking it a little bit, and chewing on it just slightly. Brenda quivered as he did her breasts, she loved the feeling a great deal.
Alan was amazed at the size of Brenda's tits. They were the biggest, and most beautifully developed that he had ever seen, and he was certainly going to take full advantage of the opportunity to sexually assault each one of them singularly and both of them together.
He started flying back and forth over the two tits, kissing them, getting them soaking wet with his saliva, and biting a little harder at each pass on the bright red nipples.
This caused them to stand out fully erect, and they were like two tiny spears ready for battle. Brenda began heaving her chest upward, shoving her mass of pleasure bumps into Alan's face, egging him on, getting him hotter and hotter, and doing the same to herself.
The temperatures of the two lovers was beginning to rise to a fervor pitch, and they were fast approaching the boiling point.
Suddenly Alan stopped his actions, knowing that if he continued for even another few seconds, he would not be able to hold back his orgasm.
His come-stained cock had slid down in between the shapely, and now quite sweaty thighs of his love partner, and it had become like a make-shift pussy.
Brenda had been squeezing her legs together, to fuck, in a way, Alan's big throbbing pecker. The sensations that were coursing through Alan's body were driving him to the point of no return, and he had to stop.
He surely didn't want to come there between her legs, when there were three other holes in her body, all of them being more appetizing to accept his huge wad of come, than the valley created between her two luscious thighs.
He rested for a few moments, as Brenda kissed him firmly on the mouth. Even while he stopped all body motions, Brenda persisted in kissing him, which continued to keep his blood boiling with lust.
Once again, he started in on her tits, but avoided rubbing his cock in and out of the crevice made by her shapely thighs.
He began to massage her big tits at the same time that he kissed them. He would take one of them in both hands, and squeeze it hard, so that the nipple would jut out even further from the top of the mound, and then he would lunge down on top of it with his mouth, kissing and biting it like a sex-crazed maniac.
The more involved he became in his love making, the more elated that Brenda became, and the more determined she was to make his flip out with desire and lust.
In reality, all Brenda was doing was being herself, and that made her more than enough woman for Alan to handle. He had his hands full, that was for sure-and he knew it.
He realized that he had a hot number on his hands, the hottest that he had ever been in bed with before in his life. However, although he was not egotistical, in any sense of the word, he knew that he was an attractive man, with an above-average physical attractiveness to woman, and a cock that made many a woman moan with delight, at just looking at it.
He wanted to give Brenda the best fucking and love-making that she had ever received. He almost considered it a challenge to his prowess, and he considered it a challenge that he was looking forward to conquering.
He continued to attack her tits for a long time, until they too did not satisfy his sexual hunger any longer, and he needed to move on to greener pastures.
He started slipping his hot mouth down over her flat firm belly, spewing a steady stream of saliva all over her flesh, licking her skin, kissing and nibbling away at her body, driving both himself as well as Brenda into higher and higher states of erotic bliss.
Finally, he got down to her pubic area. He could smell the sweet womanly fragrance of her fresh pussy. She had used an exciting smelling soap in her shower, and then ha' sprayed an erotically tantalizing fragrance over her box, so that it was most inviting.
Alan hated a smelly pussy, but Brenda's was sweet as a rose. He toyed with her pubic hair, teasing both her and himself.
They both knew that in a matter of seconds he would be ramming his tongue and then other things, up the inviting sex hole.
But now, he just toyed with the curly black pubic hair. He swirled his tongue all around in the jungle of her black pussy.
He let his tongue slide down to the crack that her legs made where they formed the V of her pussy, but deliberately avoided the actual spot.
He was teasing her, driving her wild. But in so doing he was also teasing himself, because he really wanted to tear into her.
Soon, as several times before, he could withstand the wait no longer, and had to get a taste of her womanly love hole.
He started toying with her cunt lips, parting them with his hot saliva-coated tongue. Her juices were flowing quite freely now, as she was excited as hell. He lapped them up, but as fast as he did it, she sent more of her love fluids spewing out of her snatch.
He kept lapping them up, and began to make slurping sounds that were almost animalistic.
But how he sounded, was irrelevant to both Brenda as well as Alan. All that mattered was that he was doing her and doing her good-that was foremost on both of their young horny minds. He began to toy with her clitty, tickling the little piece of skin, getting it stiff, and sending shivers of eroticism throughout Brenda's nervous system.
Her whole body began to quiver under his sexual assault, and she knew that she was well, could start a tremendous orgasm quite easily.
But, as Alan did, she wanted to make her sensations last, and join him in one climactic orgasm as one single unit, and didn't want to waste any of her orgasm during this warm-up foreplay.
However, this foreplay was more erotic than the actual fucking that she had received from so many clients. That was why she was freaking out, and could barely stand the erotic treatment that Alan was so devilishly bestowing upon her.
She began to shake more and more violently as he got closer and closer to sticking his tongue right into her hole. He was still working over the outer regions of her pussy, teasing her even more, as well as himself.
Finally, the desire to jam his tongue into her snatch was overwhelming, and that was just what he went ahead in did.
In one big lunge, he sent his long muscular tongue all the way deep into her hole, causing her to scream out with ecstasy.
He began to send it flying in and out of her snatch, tickling her cunt-walls, sending his own saliva shooting up into her snatch, mixing with her own love juices.
He was some cunt-lapper, Brenda could tell that now for sure. He had sucked a pussy or two in his day also, that was something else she knew right away.
But after all, she had let many a man do the same to her, so she certainly had nothing to complain about. And besides, she liked a man of experience.
Too many times a youngster would pay her for sex, and he would be so clumsy and inexperienced, that she was bored with his attempts at making love to her.
Alan was an expert all right, and was she ever glad!
CHAPTER SIX
In and out of her snatch went the flying tongue of handsome Alan. He shot in and out of her with all of the skill and cunning of the most expert of lovers, and Brenda was being more than satisfied.
It was time for more action once again, and cunt-lapping although stimulating, for both of them, was only serving as a warm-up and a teaser to what they really both had in mind.
Alan had something in his own mind that Brenda wasn't counting on, and that was fucking her in the ass. He had never done it before, but had heard about some of his friends doing it.
They had all told him how tight chicks assholes were, and how glove-like the ass walls gripped a hold of a man's pecker.
Alan knew that he had a huge prick, and that it might be difficult for Brenda to take all of it in her asshole, especially if she was a virgin in that area.
But, if she did accept it, he knew that it would be the greatest feeling his cock had ever felt, and he was determined to try it.
However, he thought that he would pussy fuck her just as a warm up. Of course Brenda wouldn't think that, but he was sure she would cooperate.
After all, any girl that would follow him into the men's room of an airplane for some sex-play, while in flight thousands of feet off the ground, would surely be game for a little experimentation on the ground.
He was counting on that, as he lifted his massive body up, and positioned his long love tool for entry into Brenda's oozing pussy.
He had gotten her so excited with his expert tongue job, that what had been little streams of pussy fluid emanating from her snatch, was now rivers of come.
She was well greased up, and as his bulbous cock-head toyed at her entranceway, they both knew that she was more than ready to accept Alan's size, both length and width.
Ever so slowly, Alan began to descend upon her, shooting his big prick further and further up into her snatch, causing a moan of pleasure to come from both his mouth, and the mouth of the vivacious brunette that he was starting to pummel with his probing pecker.
Brenda couldn't get over how endlessly he seemed to descend into her inner body. Sure, she knew that his cock was outrageously large, but feeling it enter her was a thrill beyond belief.
Unlike up in the airplane, there was plenty of time to enjoy to the fullest this entrance to her love hole, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed every second of the delicious feeling that Alan and his mighty love sword was creating with her inner being.
It seemed like it took forever for Alan's cock to get all the way into her body, but then he wasn't in any rush, and neither was she.
He deliberately took a long time to descend into her cavity, enjoying the trip down to the fullest possible capacity.
Finally, he was all the way inside of her, and he let his massive body once again rest against hers, crushing her into the softness of the mattress.
Brenda had had a lot of cocks up her snatch, in her two years as being one of New York's most gifted and pretty prostitutes, but she was overwhelmed at the size of the organ that was now beginning to move about inside of her love hole.
It felt like it was a telephone pole, no, an entire tree trunk. She could feel the width of the mighty sword rubbing against her cunt walls, stimulating her juices into a frenzy of secretion.
Ever so slowly, Alan began to pull out his huge pecker, just as slowly, or even slower, than he had first pushed it into her love hole.
She felt the big monster dragging out of her, scraping against the sides of her pussy, and driving her into higher and higher fits of orgasmic delight.
Alan pulled his cock all the way out, except for the last inch of so, and then with one mighty shove, and with no mercy at all, he plunged all the way down into her.
Now the first time down her love hole was one thing, but that was done slowly and easily. This decisive plunge into her inner being was an exciting shock, and she screamed out with delight.
"Oh that's it baby, ram that fucking pole into my pussy. Do it to me baby, do it to me," she began to scream out at the top of her lungs.
Alan and Brenda had both forgotten about Alan's parents, and they both could have cared less. Their sexual sounds became louder and louder, as they continued to enjoy their own amusement.
They didn't care who was listening, and indeed, what they may be thinking at the blood-curdling cries of passion that were coming from his love chamber of Alan's.
Alan started a steady rhythm of fucking. He was a pro all right, Brenda was becoming more and more sure of that with each new tremendous thrust of his mighty prick into her snatch.
It barreled into her barreled into her, going all the way down to the very bottom of her hole, before pulling almost all the way out, and then flying down inside of her once again.
Alan was fucking Brenda for all he was worth, and taking full advantage of the deliciously exciting position that he was in.
However, in the back of his mind, he still had the burning desire to fuck the living shit out of her tight asshole.
He knew that he had to do it, and that he had to make her let him. He wondered if she would give him any resistance, but on thinking it over quickly in his mind, he decided that it was definitely worth the chance.
If he didn't try, he would never know if she would have let him, and also, he would never be able to enjoy the exciting pleasure of anal intercourse, something that he had been hearing a lot of good things about from his friends of late.
He was desperately close to an orgasm, as was Brenda, and he decided that the time was right. Almost before Brenda knew what was happening, he had pulled completely out of her snatch, and with one quick movement of his arm under her back, he flipped her over like a hot-cake on a grill, during a Sunday morning breakfast.
She was shocked at how quickly he had done this, but she was convinced that he wanted to fuck her ass. Oh sure, she was going to let him. She had never done it before herself, and was eager to try.
Oh, there had been lots of clients who had offered her incredible sums of money to plow into her tight bubbly butt, but she had always refused.
There was something very special about anal fucking, it was almost as personal as that very first time she was fucked by a man, back when she was only seventeen years old in her home town.
That was a very personal entrance into her body, and someone sticking a cock up her asshole, was likewise a very personal and stimulating experience.
She had been waiting for just the right time, or more precisely, just the right person. She knew that she had that person in Alan, and the time couldn't ever be better or more fitting than it was right now.
She felt Alan's weight flop on top of her, and his cock rest lightly on her buttocks. She didn't have to say a word. She knew that he was waiting for some signal from her that would tell him that it was okay to proceed with the obvious thing he had in mind, and she gave him that signal quickly.
She began to lift her bubbly butt up into the air, pressing her firm ass flesh squarely against his throbbing pussy-soaked pecker.
That was all that Alan needed to feel. He knew now that whether she had over done this before or not was irrelevant, that she was going to let him do it to her, and do it to her good!!!
Alan knew that in any case, he had to go easy, and that wasn't going to be easy to do. He wanted to plow his big pecker right up into her asshole with a furious thrust, but that could possibly hurt her.
He knew that he had a bigger than average sized cock, and that even if she had been fucked in the ass before, and was quite loose back there, he would still be able to injure her as if he wasn't careful.
He knew that an asshole passage was not built the same way that a pussy was, and he wasn't sure just how painful it may or may not be to a woman.
It was with the greatest caution, that he decided he would enter her. He was just about to descend into the folds of her ass cheeks, when he realized that she was dry back there. There were no natural fluids emanating from her asshole to lubricate a path for his mighty sword, so he would have to do the lubrication himself.
He quickly slid down her back, and with no hesitation whatsoever, he rammed his hot tongue up her asshole. Brenda quivered as she felt the hot tongue fooling around with the pink button of her asshole, and in response she got up in a kneeling, kind of doggie-like position, exposing her asshole clearly, allowing Alan's mouth to enter it swiftly, effortlessly, and most important of all, thoroughly.
In no time at all, with some fast sticking in and out with his tongue, Alan had her hole more than well lubricated, it was filled with saliva, and more than ready to accept his manhood.
Brenda was ready for her first ass pummeling, and in all actuality, was really quite excited about it. She had wanted it many times before, but had wanted the first time to be something special, and with a special person-this house, and Alan, fit both of those requirements.
She dug her knees into the mattress, remaining up in her doggie position, and dug her fingers into the sheets, bracing herself securely in preparation of what was about to come.
She knew that it was going to be some incredible assault, and she didn't want to fall over right in the middle of Alan's ass-fucking.
Alan placed his prodding pecker at the pink buttonhole entrance of her shit chute, and pressed it firmly against the opening. His cock didn't slide right in like it did when he fucked her front hole, but he reasoned that that was to be expected.
He pushed a little bit harder, and still nothing. So, he decided that it was only going to be with a great amount of pressure, that he would be entering this delectable hole.
So, he gave one mighty push, that almost sent Brenda down onto her stomach. His cock-head plopped into her hole, and Brenda let out with a blood-curdling scream, that was definitely one of considerable pleasure.
"Are you all right?" Alan asked, somewhat out of breath, both from the exciting feeling that his cock was getting as it entered the tight cavity, and also somewhat scared that he had really hurt Brenda.
"No, I love it darling, go ahead! Fuck the living shit out of my asshole! Please, fuck me Alan, fuck me!!"
Her pleas were sincere, and Alan decided to go ahead and barrel into her. He started pushing his big cock into her asshole, further and further down, until it was all the way to the bottom.
Brenda thought that he had shoved his arm down into her instead, it felt so fucking big. She had to admit that it did hurt a little bit, but after a few minutes, while Alan gently waited for her ass walls to stretch and get used to the large foreign object that was intruding into it, it began to feel quite exciting.
She had heard stories from a lot of the other girls about ass fucking, and knew that the first plunge was going to hurt. However, they had told her that once the cavity opened up and accepted the manhood, that it was all uphill, and a lot of very highly exciting feelings would be the result of the pummeling.
Exciting feelings was just what they were both experiencing now, as Alan began to slowly pump the living shit out of her.
In and out of her he went, with ever-increasing pressure. In no time at all, he was really barreling into her, at a faster speed then he had fucked her pussy.
Soon, it was wth such a frenzy that he fucked her he forced her to fall down onto her stomach on the mattress, falling on top of her, and sending his cock even further into the tight deep dark recesses of her ass cavity.
Alan was really going at it now. In and out of her he went, sending his throbbing member to the very bottom of her asshole, pulling it out, and then shoving it in again.
He knew that not too many more strokes, and he would have to shoot his load. This ass fucking was much more exciting than any of his friends had said it would be, and it was as if Brenda's tight ass walls were trying to pull the come right out of his pecker.
Brenda could feel the excitement building to a fever pitch. She could feel the huge cock inside of her get even stiffer than it already was, and she had a feeling, from experience that is, that Alan was about to shoot his load.
She wasn't really concerned about her own orgasm at all, and that she wouldn't be able to have it in this position. All she cared about was Alan, pleasing him, and giving him the greatest orgasm of his life.
Suddenly, just when she was thinking about these things, Alan snuck his strong arm under her stomach, brushing past her huge tits, fondling them briefly, and then lifting her shapely frame up off the mattress, so that she was once again in that old doggie-position.
Actually, this was more comfortable for Brenda, and she could really let Alan get at her ass thoroughly while in this position.
Suddenly, she felt Alan's hand go down to her crotch which was oozing out with gobs of hot love fluids. She was hot all right, and the juices were really flowing at full speed out of her lovely pussy.
He jammed one of his fingers up into her hot box, and began to finger-fuck her. This was something that she hadn't even thought he might do, and was really quite surprised at his action.
However, she welcomed it whole-heartedly. As he continued to ram his throbbing pecker in and out of her asshole, she felt his finger flying in and out of her with the same amount of vigor and energy that his cock was.
He got into kind of a double rhythm. Every time he shoved his pecker into her tight burning asshole, he would shove his long prodding finger up into her cunt.
It was a beautiful rhythm, and one that brought both of them to a roaring climax in no time at all. Alan was really in complete control of the situation, and even though Brenda could have shot her own load, and gone into her series of multiple orgasms that she always managed to have in the midst of a good fucking, she waited, and let Alan be the one to get things started.
Sure enough, he began to fill up her ass with hot come. She felt it start pouring into her, filling her up to the brim with the hot boiling liquid.
At the time this started, Alan gave a few particularly severe jams of his finger up into Brenda's pussy, and that, plus the fact that she knew her lover was coming, brought her into an uproarious multiple orgasm.
They both started quivering and shaking, and, shooting come like it was going out of style. Alan couldn't believe the sensations that were coursing through his sexually exhausted body.
They had been in the throws of this love-play for over two hours now, and they were both spent, exhausted completely from their enjoyable activity.
It was a great way to get tired, and Alan mused to himself that it would be a nice way to start every day, getting a good amount of exercise, and happy sexual release at the same time.
As he continued to relentlessly pour gobs of hot come into Brenda's hot ass cavity, he felt his finger-fucking hand being covered with her own hot pussy juices.
She was really letting them fly, and Alan knew that he had given her a good orgasm, which made him very pleased indeed.
More and more of her hot liquids spewed out of her pussy, covering his hand completely with the sweet smelling liquids.
Finally, regretfully for both of the two sex-crazed lovers, both of their orgasms were over. They fell into one another's arms, and hugged each other warmly.
"Brenda," Alan said quietly, "will you marry me?"
The question send Brenda's head spinning. She had been proposed too many times, but always by some drunken John that didn't know what the hell he was doing, and never by a beautiful handsome stud-lover such as Alan.
She thought about it for a few long seconds. Her immediately response was to scream out, say yes, and ask him when-that was what she was really feeling down deep inside of her.
But, she remembered Elsie, and the new business that she had just started. Surely she couldn't leave Elsie before the doors of the house were even opened, not after they had both spent so much money and put so much time and effort into the opening of the Pleasure House.
Shit, she thought to herself, what should she do? Surely, all problems would be settled if she could just confide in Alan about the house, and all of the things that she was planning on doing with it.
But, she was so afraid that by telling him that, she would have to likewise confess what she had been up to during the past two years, and she was afraid that that would send Alan running away.
After all, a prostitute probably wasn't the greatest prospect for a wife, especially the wife of a so rich, and so handsome a young stud.
She kept him waiting, for perhaps a little too long, while she pondered her dilemma. She just didn't know what to do or what to say.
"Did you hear me?" Alan repeated, a little perplexed that she seemed to be staring off into space somewhere, totally oblivious to him, and the very important question that he had just asked her.
"You know love, I've dated a lot of girls in the past few years, but there has never been any one that could hold a candle to you. I think that I knew I wanted to marry you back when I met you at Kennedy, in New York. Come on love, what do you say? Do you want some time to think it over?"
"Yes, that's it Alan, I think I should have a little time to think it over. I have a couple of things going here in Miami, and I have to decide what to do about them. Oh Alan, please believe me when I tell you that there is nothing more I want in this world than to be your wife-you have to believe that!"
"Okay love, okay, don't cry," he said, comforting Brenda as she began to sob. She felt fucked up, and crying was the only emotion that seemed fitting for the occasions, so that was just what she did.
Alan put his arms around her, and they fell into a deep sleep, both with a lot of heavy thoughts on their minds.
Just before Brenda fell asleep, she promised herself that the very next day she would tell Alan just what she was down in Florida for.
After all, she had to be honest. If he really loved her, then her past life wouldn't matter to him, and she would have him for a husband.
If he let her past stand in their way of happiness, than she thought to herself that he wouldn't be worth having as a husband, and he wouldn't be the man that she thought she had fallen in love with.
It was with heavy thoughts, that she finally fell asleep, comforted inside a tight grip of Alan's strong arms.
The next day, Brenda woke with a start. It was as if she had never gone asleep, because she opened her eyes with the same thoughts that she had on her mind when she had fallen asleep the night before.
She rolled over, and woke up her handsome lover with a firm wet kiss on his sensuous mouth.
"Oh, good morning sugar," Alan said groggily, "how did you sleep?"
"Okay, considering I have a lot of in my mind," Brenda said honestly.
"I know what you mean, so do I," Alan said, still feeling like something was wrong. He couldn't figure out what was stopping Brenda from being completely open with him, and knew that it must be something kind of heavy for her to be so mysterious, and so upset about it.
"Alan," Brenda began, deciding not to put off the inevitable any longer, "there is something that I have to tell you, and I think that I should tell you right now, so that you can decide if you still want to marry me."
Alan laughed uproariously. "Brenda my love, there is nothing in the world that you could tell me about yourself, or about anyone or anything else, that would change the way that I feel about you. You have to believe that."
"Well, we'll see," Brenda began. "Alan, the reason that I am down here in Florida, is to open up a massage-parlor whore house, about ten miles outside of Miami Beach."
"What?" Alan said, a look of shock coming over his face. He had been ready for anything, but not quite ready for that
"And Alan, the reason that I am going into that line of business, is because it is a business that I am very familiar with. You see, for the past two years in New York City, I have been a call girl."
The words dropped out of her mouth like lead weights, and she felt like a new person once they were. She didn't know what the circumstances were going to be, but she had gotten said what had to be said, and she felt incredibly good.
However, from the strange look on Alan's face, her joy didn't last too long. She had a feeling that his response was going to be negative, something that she had had to tell him.
"Well Alan?" she asked him, as she looked at him sitting up in bed next to her, his mouth wide open, and a shocked look of total surprised blanketing his face completely.
"I would be Lying if I said I was not quite surprised." he said.
"I thought you would be," she answered him.
"Well, I meant it when I said that nothing you could say would change my mind, and I still do. If you'll have me, I still want to many you."
"Oh Alan," Brenda screamed, realizing that he really did love her deeply, and it didn't matter what she had done before, all that mattered was they both wanted to live together as man and wife, and that was just what they were going to do.
Everything else, every other problem that either of them had, would be worked out together from now on, and that feeling of security they both relished.
"I love you Alan, with all of my heart," Brenda said, sobbing wildly with joy, as she held him tightly, and started kissing him passionately on the lips.
"I love you to Brenda, from the bottom of my heart," Alan said, returning his kisses, with strong passionate ones of his own.
"Well, I guess we should get up, shower, and head downstairs to tell Mother and Father," Alan said, a sly grin on his face.
"What about my house and all?" Brenda asked, not knowing just what she was going to do about Elsie and the Pleasure House and all herself.
"Don't worry love, we will work everything out together. We have a much bigger problem on our hands right now, telling my parents. I'm over twenty-one, so there isn't a thing that they can do. But believe me, things will be a hell of a lot nicer if they are on our side!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brenda and Alan showered together, fooling around like a couple of kids under the steaming downpour of the hot water.
Brenda felt like a true woman for the first time in her life. A handsome young man, a catch in any women's book, wanted her to marry him, for better or for worse, regardless of where she had been, or where she was going-and that was one hell of a good feeling.
His parents hadn't really bothered her too much the night before, and she didn't think that they would bother her this morning. However, like Alan said, it would make things much more pleasant to have them give them their blessings, something which Brenda was convinced Alan really wanted down deep in his heart.
They dried off, got dressed in sporting clothes, and headed downstairs.
"Breakfast is always promptly at nine," Alan said, after hurrying Brenda slightly, noticing that it was almost that time now.
They entered the huge formal dining room, and the Baxter's were sitting there sipping coffee. Mr. Baxter was reading the morning paper, and Mrs. Baxter was discussing the day's meals with one of the servants.
"I think ham would be fine for-oh, good morning children," Mrs. Baxter said, noticing that Brenda and Alan had come into the room.
"Good morning Mother," Alan said, "good morning father," he concluded.
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Baxter," Brenda said meekly, feeling a little out of place, especially after the cool greeting that they had both given her the night before.
"Good morning child," Mrs. Baxter said, "please, come and sit down hear near me."
"Good morning dear," Mr. Baxter said, in a proper, but extremely friendly manner.
Brenda was a little startled. She couldn't imagine what had made them change their attitudes overnight. Had Alan slipped out while she was asleep this morning and told them of their wedding plans?
As it turn out, that was exactly what had happened. Alan didn't want to put Brenda through an embarrassing situation, like she had been through the night before.
He knew that even though his parents were high on the social calendar, and had all the etiquette of the finest polished socialite, they could be incredibly rude and cruel if something or someone displease them.
He had slipped out at about seven, carefully sneaking out of the bedroom. He wanted a chance to tell them that he had proposed to Brenda, and was waiting an answer as soon as she woke up.
He knocked on their bedroom door, and they told him to come in.
"Good morning mom and dad, there is something important that I have to tell you," Alan had said, standing at the foot of their enormous Victorian king-sized bed.
His mother already had a feeling what he was going to say. She knew that Alan hadn't been serious about any girl at all for quite a while, and to bring one to the house, and have her stay over with him, had to mean something.
"Mom, dad, last night I asked Brenda to marry me, and she told me that she would tell me her answer this morning. I want you to know that I want to marry her more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I want your blessing, and I would like to get married here in the house like we have always talked about. But, if she says yes, and you give us any form of resistance whatsoever, then I will leave home, and marry her elsewhere, and you will never hear from us. Do I make myself clear?"
Alan had never spoken to either of them quite so directly before, and it surprised them. It was his father who had spoken first.
"Well son, I must say our bluntness and forwardness amazes me somewhat, but I have to give you credit. You know what you want, and nothing is going to stand in your way. "What do you say Martha?" he concluded, turning to his wife, Alan's mother, who still had her mouth wide open after hearing Alan's little declaration.
"Well, I guess that I'm outnumbered. Okay son, you have our blessing. I only hope you know what you are doing. Do you know much about this girl?"
"I only met her last week, and I know nothing about her, except that I love her, and that is all that is important," Alan had said.
He walked over to the bed, and threw his arms around both of his parents, giving them a large kiss on the cheek, and thanking them from the bottom of his heart.
He had returned to the room, and slipped under the covers just as Brenda had woken up.
Brenda sat down next to Mrs. Baxter, still amazed at the delightfully friendly manner in which they were treating her.
"Mom, Dad, I have an announcement to make," Alan said, still standing near his chair, just opposite Brenda's. He first looked at Brenda, smiled and gave her a quick wink, then turned his attention to his parents.
"Brenda has consented to marry me," Alan blurted out.
His mother and father both jumped out of their seats and came rushing over and kissed first their son, and then planted long kisses and hugs on their new daughter-in-law.
"Oh my, I have waited for this day so long, I don't know what to do. There are a million plans to make for the wedding. Oh dear, forgive me for being so rude. It has always been a wish of ours that Alan got married in our house. Would you mind terribly?"
Brenda's mouth was opened, at all that had happened so quickly since she had woken up that morning. "Oh no Mrs. Baxter, that would be delightful," she said, and meant it.
The idea of getting married in the big old house where Alan had been brought up, did excite her and she was looking forward to it with great enthusiasm.
"I guess the only thing that has to be settled immediately," Mr. Baxter spoke up, "is the date. When would you children like to have the wedding?"
He spoke to both of them, but politely looked at Brenda, expecting her to answer.
"Alan?" Brenda said, turning to her handsome future husband.
"What do you think Brenda," he said, turning the responsibility back over to her.
"As far as I'm concerned, I wouldn't mind today. Whenever is convenient for you Mrs. Baxter," she concluded, after they all had a good chuckle over her obvious enthusiasm.
"Oh let's have a toast. Charles," Mrs. Baxter called to the servant, who was standing at the end of the large dining room, "go down into the wine cellar, and bring up our finest bottle of champagne."
"Yes ma'am," Charles answered, and quickly left the room.
"Isn't it a little early for boozing it up mom?" Alan said kidding his mother.
"Well dear, it isn't every day that a mother finds out her only son is going to get married."
Charles returned with the bottle of champagne, and they all toasted the good fortune of the expectant newlyweds.
After breakfast, Alan brought Brenda outside, and showed her the estate. It was huge, and rambled on and on. There were stables, and Alan wanted to go for a ride.
"Have you even ridden before?" he asked pretty Brenda.
"Sure, but not for a while Alan, so don't give me to spirited a horse."
"I have just the horse for you. Her name is lucky, and she is a three-year-old mare that I know you will love."
A stable boy saddled up the horses for them, and they were off in no time. Brenda hadn't ridden since she was about eighteen, but it all came back to her, and in no time, she felt like a pro.
Alan could ride rings around her, being brought up around horses, but he took it easy, not going to fast, and keeping to the main paths instead of taking off through the woods at full gallop, like he usually liked to do.
Brenda knew that he was taking it easy on her account, and it made her smile inside. He really loved her, and it was more and more obvious with each passing moment.
The estate was gigantic, and after riding for over an hour, they still hadn't seen half of it.
"How many acres do you own?" Brenda asked Alan, panting from the galloping that they had just been doing across a large field, bringing them to a little brook near a clearing.
"About one thousand," Alan said.
"Wow," Brenda replied. She didn't think that anyone owned that much land anymore.
"It's been in our family for years, and a Baxter has never sold a square inch of it. Oh, there has been a lot of different people trying to get it from my father, especially lately. There was one guy that wanted to put a shopping center right on top of that field that we just rode through."
"You're kidding!" Brenda said, finding what Alan was saying a little hard to believe.
"No, I'm dead serious," he replied sternly. 'There was another guy about six months ago, who wanted to buy the house and all, telling that it was the perfect spot for a gigantic shopping center. I think if it was fifty years ago, my father would have ran him off the property with a shot gun-but he just laughed in his face, and slammed the door."
"I guess the Baxter's are a proud people," Brenda said.
"Yes, I guess-we are."
"I hope I live up to your expectations love," Brenda said, feeling a little insecure around all of the wealth and tradition of the Baxter estate.
"Don't worry love, you are going to be our biggest asset. Some day, we will own all of this, and you will be the mistress of the house."
"Can't you use another word?" Brenda said, not able to hold back the laughter.
They got off their horses, and tied them to a large tree right near the tiny stream, that was peacefully running along near the embankment.
They sat down on the grass together, and right away, Alan lunged at Brenda, smothering her with kisses. Brenda smiled widely inside, as Alan continued to show his affection for her.
She knew that one thing he would never have to worry about being married to Alan, and that was that she would always have a plentiful supply of sex.
He was a horny little devil, and she liked that. Her sexual appetite was quite large in itself, and would need lots of outlet-Alan would give it to her, he was sure.
She reached forward, and grabbed a hold of the large bulge in his tight-fitting faded dungarees. She squeezed it firmly, and Alan began to moan loudly in response to her eager attention to his prick.
Brenda had been somewhat disappointed in that she didn't get a chance to blow him off the night before, and decided that this would be a lovely spot and time to do it.
Without further ado, she rested her head in Alan's lap. Alan thought that she was just resting, but soon found out just what it was that little Brenda had on her own horny little mind.
She started nibbling the tight-fitting denim at the crotch of his pants. Alan squirmed around, realizing what it was that she was after.
He stretched out on his back, not caring if anyone was around to watch or not. They were far enough away from the house and other public roads, so that the chance that someone seeing them was small.
But, shit, he thought to himself, this was his property, and this was the girl that he was very shortly going to marry. If he wanted to relax and let her give him head, then that was just exactly what he was going to do.
He stretched his lanky frame all the way out, so that Brenda had full and easy access to his muscular body.
She wasted not time, and pulled the zipper to his tight jeans down quickly. Out popped the huge, already stiff organ, and Brenda moaned.
"Shit, you have a beautiful cock Alan," she said to him, and lunged forward, engulfing the whole length of the mighty sword in her mouth.
The sensations that Alan felt, immediately made him flash back to the airplane trip from New York, and his first experience with the clever and expert sucking job of Brenda's busy little mouth.
She knew how to give head all right, and now he knew why. It had been her profession for the last two years, that was why!
He thought about the things that she had told him that morning in his room, while she went to work blowing him savagely.
It hadn't really bothered him too much about her fucking around with a lot of other men before him. After all, he had screwed many a chick in his young life, and he felt that it was long overdo for all men to think of women as equal.
If it had been okay for him to screw around, without any sort of guilty conscious about what he had done, that certainly Brenda, and all other women for that matter, should be able to do the same, and feel the same way about it.
As for the house that Brenda was opening, that was another story. It wasn't so much that he didn't want her to do it, as it was he didn't know how it was all going to work out while they were married.
He thought that it would be kind of strange for her to say good-bye in the morning, and go off to the office, which would be the whorehouse, he knew that they would be able to work something out though, he did love her with all his heart, and with that going for him, he would figure out someway to get it all together.
Right now, he stretched out in the warm grass, and let his future wife blow the living hell out of him.
Up and down on his huge shaft she went, sucking it madly, swirling her tongue all around the mighty love pole.
Brenda loved his cock, and she knew that it was a good part of why she loved Alan. After all, this was his sex and it was what made him tick erotically.
Just as her tits and her pussy turned Alan on, so Alan's mighty love pole turned her on. She sucked it eagerly, as if it was a morsel of food, and she had been staring out in the desert somewhere for months.
Up and down, and in and out she went on the throbbing member, driving Alan further and further into the reaches of sexual oblivion.
The way that he had been drained of all of his come the night before, he had thought he was sexually appeased for the next month.
But oh no, not with Brenda around. She had gotten his blood boiling all over again, and the come running down in his balls.
She was going to bring him to another glorious orgasm, in celebration of the announcement of their engagement. As she continued to blow him, even though most of her attentions were focused on his beautiful cock, there was something else she was thinking about as well.
It was the same thing that Alan had just thought about, and that was the whorehouse. She just didn't know what she was going to do about that.
She had begun to lose enthusiasm over it almost the second that Alan had asked her to marry him. Sure, she had moeny sunk into it, but marrying Alan would certainly guarantee her financial security.
Much more than the money, there was Elsie, and that was really a problem. She loved Elsie, and had gone into this venture with her, on good faith.
She just couldn't see how she was going to tell Elsie that she didn't want any part of the house. Oh, it was kind of a mess, but she figured that with Alan's love and support, she would find a way out of it.
Things always seemed worse just before they got better, and she was counting on that to be the case in this particular instance.
She returned her full attention to the matter at hand, which was bringing her handsome lover, and now future husband, into a glorious orgasm.
Up and down she went. Her saliva was really flowing, and it spewed out all over the shaft, soaking it, and giving her mouth great lubrication for the chore it was undertaking.
Alan was beginning to moan louder and louder, and started really squirming around on the grass. He could feel his come boiling in his balls, and he knew that at any moment it was going to go shooting up his enormous shaft, and spit out the tiny pissslit at the tip of his bulbous cock-head, filling Brenda's sucking mouth to the brim.
That was just what happened, too. All of a sudden, he started to have a fantastic orgasm. Brenda could tell that it was on the way, by the sudden stiffening of the huge prick imbedded in her mouth.
She could feel the already protruding veins bulging out of the side of the big shaft, and that was a sure sign that the blood-engorged shaft was ready to shoot forth its pent-up supply of come.
She sucked harder and harder, and brought the big male organ to it's gushing climax. She almost choked, so much of the hot white gooey substance shot furiously up into her sucking mouth, but she was determined not to drop one single bit of the precious fluid.
She gulped it all down, still sucking furiously the throbbing shaft. Alan moaned his approval, as once again, Brenda was draining him of his very life force.
Finally, it was all over. Alan had shot forth every last ounce of his pent-up come out into Brenda's willing, no, more than willing mouth cavity, and she had swallowed all of it eagerly.
"That was something else love," Alan said, when he could finally regain his composure after the incredible orgasm that his lover Brenda had just brought him too.
"You can say that again," Brenda agreed with him, "I love to suck your cock. That was even nicer than in the airplane," she beamed, a big grin of pure satisfaction coming over her face.
"Well, the airplane was something special," he said, "you know that, love."
"Yeah, I guess it was something else, wasn't it. Do you think that anyone knew we were in there?"
"Well, if one of the stewardesses did know what was going on, they were polite enough not to make a fuss. But, I really don't think anyone saw us. We were pretty fast, and very clever."
"Yes love, you sure handled that little scene quickly," Brenda said.
Suddenly, Alan realized that the sex that he had just enjoyed, although possibly stimulating to Brenda, had not given her an orgasm. With his big cock still dangling outside his tight jeans, he bent over, and started to pull down the zipper to Brenda's own jeans.
He lunged at her pussy, and began to really give her a good cunt-lapping. Brenda was elated at this surge of passion that had swelled up in her man, and she, like he had done only moments before, stretched back out on the soft bed of grass by the little stream, and let Alan go to work on her already oozing pussy.
He wasted no time, and shoved his tongue right up into her hole, moving it all around, tickling her clit, and teasing her senses.
Brenda had gotten so excited from blowing him, that she was almost ready to come, even before Alan had taken on this new attack on her pussy.
It was with surprising speed, that she began to go into her multiple orgasms, shooting forth a steady stream of come into Alan's face.
Alan loved the sweet fragrance, and especially the taste of the love juice that was now flushing out of Brenda's pussy and he lapped it up eagerly.
"Oh, that's it baby, eat it all up. Clean my pussy up good, lick it all. don't miss a drop," Brenda screamed out, in between a lot of heavy breathing, and panting.
Alan didn't miss a drop, either. He licked all of her pussy juices clean, drying her cunt, even inside of her pubic hairs, where a lot of the come had flowed.
He lapped up the whole area around the tiny slit of her pussy hole, and then it was all over. He swallowed all of the come down, and then moved up to her mouth.
They met in a furious kiss, sending their darting tongues into each others mouths. They were meant for one another, and they were both beginning to realize that, the more time that they spent together.
"Hey, maybe we should be getting back," Alan finally said, "it's almost lunch time, and I'm sure Mom will have news for us about the wedding plans."
"Alan, what about Elsie and the house?" Brenda asked, hoping that in some miraculous way he was going to have the answer to all of her problems.
"I don't know love, let's wait and see when the wedding is going to be, and what plans Mom has made. I know that we will be able to work something out. Have you decided that you still want to work the house with Elsie?"
"Well, I don't think that I want to as badly as I did before, but my main concern is leaving Elsie running the whole place all by herself, after committing myself to her financially and emotionally. Elsie is really a beautiful girl, and I love her. I certainly wouldn't want to fuck her up in any way, this venture means a real lot to her. She had put her whole life saving into it."
"Well, don't go getting upset again, I know we can handle it. We can handle anything, we have each other, remember?"
The way Alan said it gave Brenda a warm sense of security. She was all for women's lib and all of that, but there was nothing like the strength and warmth of a man that you loved, to guide you, protect you, and help you out of jams, like the one she now regretfully found herself involved in.
They jumped on their mouths, and sped across the field, back in the direction of the big white house, where Mr. and Mrs. Baxter were.
"Oh there you are," Mrs. Baxter said cheerfully when they walked into the den, where she was surrounded with a group of people, all discussing the wedding plans.
There were photographers, caterers, florists, the minister, choral people, an organist, all coming to her for instructions and planning.
This was a dream that Mrs. Baxter had cherished for over twenty years. Having only one son, made it especially exciting for her to plan this extravagant wedding.
Alan was sure, by the looks of things, that thousand upon thousands of dollars were going to be spent, in a very short time, to make his wedding the social event of the Miami season.
He would have been just as happy to run to a Justice of the Peace with Brenda, and get married quickly, cheaply, and quietly.
But he loved his parents, and he knew how much this was going to mean to them, especially his mother. And besides, he assumed that Brenda would probably like a big expensive wedding, with all of the Southern hospitality and grandeur that would accompany it.
It was true, Brenda had never been so excited about anything in her life. She had enough money saved to buy a beautiful wedding gown, and knew that that would really be her only expense more than likely for the rest of her life.
"Come in children, come on in. Okay, that will be all folks, I will call all of you later today," she said, dismissing the fifteen and some-odd people that had been huddling nervously around the rich and influential woman.
When the room was cleared, Brenda and Alan sat beside Mrs. Baxter.
"Well Mom when do you think all of the arrangements will be completed?" Alan said, showing his eagerness to get married to the beautiful brunette by his side.
"Well dears, I have a surprise for you. I have pulled a lot of strings, and have arranged for the wedding to be this Friday afternoon."
"You don't mean tomorrow do you?" Brenda exclaimed, immediately thinking that it was the day that the house was suppose to open.
"Why yes, I do dear. Didn't you both say that you wanted to get married as soon as I could arrange things?" Mrs. Baxter said, somewhat embarrassed at Brenda's obvious nervousness at the immediate plans that she had made for the elaborate wedding.
"Well, yes, there is just a couple of personal things that I have to take care of, and I don't know if I can do them before Friday."
"Oh well, I'm sure that you can handle anything," Mrs. Baxter said, not being sarcastic at all, but showing Brenda that she had faith in her resourcefulness.
"Besides dear, I have a surprise for you. Charles, will you bring that in for us please?"
Brenda and Alan both wondered what Mrs. Baxter was up to, as Charles left the room. However, in a moment, they both knew.
Charles returned carrying an enormous wedding dress, on a large hanger. It was the most beautiful thing that Brenda had ever laid her eyes on. It had yards and yards of white material draping out behind it, in a long and gorgeous train. It was all lace, and looked totally exquisite.
"You see dear, this is my wedding dress. I have kept good care of it, in the hopes that the young girl who Alan chose to become his wife, would do me the honor of wearing it. I'm sure that it will fit you perfectly. Of course, we may have to have it let out slightly in the bust, you seem to be quite large in that area," she said, a grin passing over her face, as her eyes roved to Alan, and then back to Brenda.
Brenda realized now that the tyrant she had met the night before, was really a foxy old lady, with a lot of charm, and a good sense of humor.
She was deeply honored that the wedding dress was being offered to her, and she thanked Mrs. Baxter profusely. Now, if she could only figure out what to do about Elsie and the Pleasure House. Oh well, she thought. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Elsie woke up hornier than hell that day. She had spent that night alone, even though there were thirty busty and attractive young women sleeping in their own bedrooms all around her.
She had had her eye on one tall and lanky blond, ever since the first day she laid eyes on her. The blond had been the very first girl that she had interviewed, and she hadn't found one to match her body, or her look in all of the others.
The blond was put in the room right next to hers, hoping that some day, perhaps in the not too distant future, Elsie would be able to let her hands on her.
Of course, as the owner, or half owner of the house, she had to use the utmost of discretion. If she made a pass at the blond, and the blonde turned out to be super-straight and caused a scene, it may through the living balance of the whole place off, causing an uproar. She certainly couldn't take that chance, not a day before the opening of the house to the clients.
It was Wednesday morning, and Elsie knew that Brenda would more than likely be spending the entire day with her new lover.
She wondered if she would get to meet him. From what Elsie said, he sound like quite a swinger. She knew that he must be something else in order to attract Brenda as totally as he had.
Elsie hoped that the opening of the house was a success and that all went smoothly and well. Her whole life saving were sunk in the house, as well as a lot of her own emotion. If it failed, or in any way got fucked up, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.
She had been a hooker for some ten-odd years, and had given it up for good when she headed down here to Florida to open the house up with Brenda.
There wasn't anything else for her to do after this. Sure, she was only in her late twenties, but a lot of the time she felt like a jaded old whore.
She wanted this house, and this business, to give her back her vitality, and her desire to live. She had been basically down for quite a while.
Of course, she hadn't let Brenda know any of this. She had always handled her own problems in the past, and wasn't about to go dumping off her own troubles in the lap of some innocent young girl, especially one as nice and congenial as Brenda.
She was glad that she had had that sexual episode with Brenda. It had made them much closer together, and she knew that the stronger the business and friendship ties between the two of them, the more likely the business would succeed.
At least she wouldn't have any of the petty personal hang-ups and problems to worry about, problems that she had seen ruin many good business venture, especially between people that had originally been very fond of one another.
Everything was ready in the house. She had made an inspection of all of the girls rooms the night before, and was surprised to find out that they were all quite resourceful.
They had been given the privilege of decorating their own rooms in any style that they chose. They had to pay half of the cost, and Elsie and Brenda paid the other half.
Of course, they were given a certain limit of money that they could spend, but Elsie was surprised to find that all thirty girls spent considerably less than the amount allotted to them.
And to top it all off, they had all done splendid jobs on their rooms. The house had been turned into a paradise of different adventures.
One of the girls had done her room completely Hawaiian, and one had done it completely modern. All of them were different, each showing originality and style that really turned Elsie's head.
She knew that when Brenda got back and saw the way that the whole house looked for the opening on Friday, she would be highly thrilled, as she was.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. She was still in her shortie pajamas, but didn't bother putting on a robe to answer it. It could only be one of the girls anyway, and she certainly had nothing to hide from any of them, quite the contrary.
Her heart almost jumped up to her throat, when she saw who it was. It was Peggy, the tall blond from next door, the one that made her pussy ooze every time she looked at her.
"Oh, good morning Peggy," she said, smiling widely-when she saw who it was.
"I hope that I didn't wake you Elsie," she said, "but I thought that you might like some coffee?"
Peggy was carrying a small tray, with two large wooden coffee mugs, full of steaming hot coffee. Elsie was elated at seeing Peggy bringing her a cup of coffee, and obviously wanting to share it with her.
"Oh now, not at all Peggy. Come in, the coffee looks delicious. What a nice thing for you to do. I hope that you are going to stay and share a cup with me?"
"I would like that Elsie, a lot," Peggy said, stepping in and letting Elsie close the door for her, since her hands were full with the tray.
"Come sit on the bed," Elsie said, like she was luring an innocent victim into her love nest. Of course Peggy, looked anything but innocent. Oh, she wasn't hard looking at all, as a few of the girls were. On the contrary she had all of the qualities of a fresh young country girl.
But Elsie figured that underneath that innocent exterior, lay a heart and pussy of pure sex and lust. She was counting on that for the customers sake, as well as her own.
It was all she could do to look at the buxom blonde girl, without reaching out and grabbing a hold of her, and pulling into her own body, ravishing her with kisses.
"How are you today dear?" Elsie asked, trying to get her mind of attacking the beautiful young girl sitting beside her now on the bed.
"Just fine Elsie, just fine. I'm a little nervous about the opening, but then I guess we all are. There is something that I would like to talk to you about though, if you have a few minutes."
"For you love, I would find the time if I didn't, always," Elsie said, and then wishing that she hadn't. Those last few words were quite blatantly friendly, perhaps a little more friendly than the owner of a house should be towards one of the workers. But it was out, and she couldn't take the words back now anyway.
Peggy didn't seem to respond negatively, on the contrary, she seemed to be more at ease after Elsie had said the friendly, and somewhat inviting words.
Peggy was wearing a shortie nightgown, that slid up almost to her twat as she sat on the bed, and crossed her long shapely milk-white legs.
Her tits were what really attracted Elsie, they were even larger than Brenda's, and that was saying a lot. They had to be at least a 42 E-cup, and that was some hunk of tit!
Elsie was beginning to think more and more, that women were her main interest. Sure, she liked men, always had, always would. But, there was something about the tenderness generated while making love with another woman, that attracted Elsie incredibly.
"Well, what is it love?" Elsie finally responded to Peggy's statement, having drifted off while taking in her beauty with her own hungry eyes.
"Well," Peggy began somewhat hesitantly, "it's about the house. You see, I wasn't completely honest with you when you interviewed me at the beginning of the week."
Elsie panicked. She immediately thought that Peggy was going to tell her that she had to leave, that she had made a mistake in coming here.
Not only would she have hated to see her go before she could get into her pants, but she would have been losing her most attractive worker, and a definite asset to the house.
"Oh no dear, what do you mean?" Elsie said, showing her nervous reaction quite obviously.
"Well, you see last year I worked as assistant manager to a house almost exactly like the one that you and Brenda are opening here."
Elsie moved over closer to her, not believing what she was saying. Could it really be true? What a bonus it would be if it was, to have a chick who actually had experience in running this type of an operation, working for them.
"So what is wrong with that?" Elsie said.
"Well nothing, it's just that for some reason I didn't tell you. I think it is that maybe I wished I was not working as a whore, and was helping you run the place."
Elsie's heart began to pound. She started trying to figure out if Brenda would object to a third partner. Not only was the beautiful, and would guarantee a better chance of getting to fuck her someday, but they could definitely use her experience in running the business.
"Well, maybe we would work something out," Elsie said, her mind running wild with ideas.
"Oh, that would be great Elsie, the thought of working as one of the girls, I mean in the capacity that I was hired in, really in upsetting me. You see I took the job, hoping that maybe someday I would be able to help you manage the place. I thought that I could go through with it, but now I'm not sure.
"Now don't you worry you pretty little head Peggy, I'll talk to Brenda tonight when she gets back from her day with Alan. I'm sure she will approve of taking you on as some form of partner, and then we can work the details out."
"Oh Elsie, I love you; You're a sweetheart," Peggy said, and she leaned over and gave Elsie a big hug. She pushed her huge braless tits up against Elsie's body, and Elsie quivered.
Elsie couldn't control herself another sound longer. She reached out, and threw her arms around Peggy. She knew that it was taking a big chance, and that Peggy's previous attentions could have very easily just been friendly, and not at all with the reasons behind them that Elsie had.
But, to her surprise and her delight, Peggy responded anything but negatively. She let herself be pulled against Elsie's warm body, and it had felt good.
Peggy, had never been intimate with a woman before. Oh, there had been lots of opportunities, and lots of offers from all types of chicks, straight, gay, and all of the stops in between.
But, for a variety of different reasons, she had never let herself go enough to get involved in that way.
But there was something warm and open about Elsie, and she had been attracted to her right from the start. Being interviewed by Elsie when she had nervously come to the house was one of the big reasons why she had stayed.
The thing that had really been worrying her, and the thing that she was desperately afraid to tell Elsie, at least before this physical advance of hers which put an entirely different picture on the whole situation, was that she had left that last house, because the woman who ran it had insisted that she sleep with her, and she had quit.
It was the woman's pushiness, and masculinity that Peggy had objected to, far more than the lesbianism of the situation.
However, Elsie was every inch of a woman, and every inch a lady. She was completely different from Connie, the older woman who had approached her at the last job she had had, in Los Angeles.
She had actually fled the scene, and had come here to Miami to get her head together. When she had seen the ad, she decided to give it a try, but as a worker, not a manager.
But, once in the house, the idea of sleeping with a man for money, something that she had never done before, really got to her.
If hadn't been for the warmth generated by Elsie at the first interview, Peggy probably would have changed her mind as soon as she entered the house.
Now, she felt warm and secure, as Elsie pulled her close to her. She stuck her huge tits into Elsie's flesh, rubbing them together, letting the big knockers get acquainted.
Peggy knew that this was it. She knew that her first lesbian experience was about to happen, and she was elated. She was happy that it was going to be with such a vivacious creature as her boss, and now maybe business partner, the lovely Elsie.
Elsie didn't know what was happening to her. Her head was spinning. The object of her every thought over the past couple of days, other than getting the house in order, had been Peggy, and the remote possibility that some day, some way, she would be able to be intimate with her.
And now, here she was sitting on the side of her bed, rubbing her huge tits up against her own fairly large melons, coming on to her, offering her body to her in love, and Elsie was flying high.
She knew that what was happening had a heady passed the point of womanly friendship, and had shifted into the realm of pure eroticism.
She pulled away from Peggy's hot body, and slowly, deliberately, started feverishly kissing her. Peggy responded more than positively, by sending her hot tongue darting into Elsie's eagerly sucking mouth.
The two girls embraced warmly, and they were off on an erotic adventure together, one that they both knew damn well would leave them highly fulfilled.
They fell back on the bed, surprising to Elsie. Peggy was on top. She was becoming more and more aggressive, as her first lesbian experience really began to get going.
She crawled on top of Elsie, crushing her into the mattress with her own weight.
Elsie could feel Peggy's huge tits pressing against her own, as Peggy began to deliberately rub them back and forth, driving her out of her mind with desire.
Elsie was realizing that she had one hot number on her hands, and they really hadn't even gotten started yet.
Their mouths met in a furry of kisses. It was almost as if they were each trying to out-kiss each other, sending their tongues darting in and out of one another's mouths with a vengeance.
Surprisingly enough, it was pretty little Peggy, who took the real first step towards the sexual bliss that they were both eagerly awaiting.
She slipped her hand underneath Elsie's nightie, and began to toy with her pussy, playing with the tufts of hair that surrounded her private "V" of love.
Elsie began to twitch about on the bed, while the inexperienced but eagerly learning Peggy began to do her, and do her good.
Her hand was sliding underneath Elsie's tiny nightie, and in no time, she had gotten Elsie's pussy squirting out large amounts of pre-orgasmic come.
Peggy got very excited when she felt the sticky substance spewing out over her hand, and it made her jam one of her fingers right up the waiting love hole of Elsie.
Elsie yelled out, as the finger went prodding up into her. She quivered, as it twirled about inside of her pussy.
She was flipping out at the way that Peggy had totally dominated the scene so far. She had thought that she would be the one that would be running the show completely, but now look what was happening.
And this was only the beginning of what was going to happen. The very next day, Brenda burst in with the news that she and Alan were getting married that same night. Who could believe the happiness that permeated the place that day?
Of course, Elsie quickly invited Peggy to be her partner in place of Brenda. She must have liked what she was getting from her lovely partner-to-be. Peggy couldn't accept fast enough and things looked bright indeed for everyone concerned. In fact, they never looked better!!!
Alan and Brenda's wedding, was indeed a spectacle. The wedding dress that Alan's mother had insisted Brenda wore, was just perfect. She didn't even have to take it and get it altered, like she originally thought she would have to do.
It was a beautiful ceremony, and was indeed, about the biggest wedding Miami Beach had ever seen. There were all kinds of people there, from all walks of life.
Brenda was nervous as a cat as she walked down the aisle, her whole life flashing past her. She had made the right decision in agreeing to marry Alan, of that, she was sure.
He had so very much to offer her. Not only was he very, very rich, coming from a good family that possessed breeding as well as money, but he was one fucking stud.
No sex had ever been as good as the sex that she had enjoyed with Alan since she had met him, and she knew that there would be many more good fucking days ahead for both of them.
The wedding went without a hitch. Everyone looked beautiful, and there was the usual amount of womanly tears.
Alan's father and mother looked fantastic, all studded out in their finest clothes. Alan's mother and father both had tears in their eyes all during the wedding.
It was a proud day for the two of them. They had waited a long time for Alan to marry, and they were more than happy with his lovely choice of bride.
And Brenda, well words just couldn't describe how beautiful and happy she looked.
Everyone thought that they were a perfect couple, and indeed, that was just what they were.
