Leslie Davis was a beautiful young woman of twenty-three, who loved her husband Bruce very much.
But when Bruce, in an endeavor to get ahead with the bank for which he worked, took a job in the National Division, he was forced to do a lot of traveling by plane from his Miami base to cities such as New York, Chicago, and Dallas.
Since Leslie was a highly passionate woman who sought to enjoy sex with her husband on a frequent basis, she began to feel frustrated during the many lonely days and nights that she would be forced to spend at home alone.
One afternoon she finds herself with a copy of an underground newspaper that has been given to her by her girlfriend-neighbor, more as a joke than anything else. The friend instructs her to read some of the advertisements, adding that "They're interesting and you can at least get a laugh from them."
Leslie follows her friend's advice, discovering that she receives more than a laugh -her curiosity is aroused by one of the ads. It is precipitated by an ad which advertises for a female to massage wealthy men.
Leslie recalls that her husband Bruce has told her many times that she has the abilities of a professional, when it comes to massage techniques.
Strictly out of curiosity, Leslie goes to see Peggy, the attractive worldly woman in her middle thirties who ran the ad.
When Leslie is given the opportunity to view a session involving Peggy and two prominent Miami businessmen, Leslie knows that she just has to express herself in this manner, in providing massages and sex, to willing men.
"Secret Massage Parlor," is the story of a sexy young woman who lets her passions run away with themselves, ultimately costing her a great deal.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Leslie Davis waited impatiently in the lounge of Miami International Airport.
She always was in a pensive frame of mind when her husband Bruce was coming home.
He had been on an extended trip in the Midwest, and had called her faithfully almost every night during the almost two weeks that he had been gone.
Now he was finally coming home, and the feelings of anxiety mounted within her.
Leslie was a beautiful young woman of twenty-three who had met her husband-to-be, Bruce, while she was still a student at The University of Miami.
Shortly after her graduation, they were married.
Leslie was a beautiful blonde with limpid green eyes and an overpoweringly voluptuous figure.
She was a statuesque five-nine, and was looked at by men everywhere that she went.
It frustrated her to know that she had a handsome young husband who was, by the nature of his job, forced to spend so much time away from their Miami Beach home.
Suddenly the doorway was thrust open and the passengers from the Chicago to Miami flight walked through.
Her alert green eyes remained fixed in the direction of the traffic as she waited to see her young husband walking through the door.
Finally she saw his tall, handsome frame, and she waved at him as she ran toward him.
"Bruce, Oh Bruce," she called out.
Bruce looked over her way, flashing a huge smile. He ran toward her, throwing his arms open and squeezing her.
"Oh, honey, it's so good to see your beautiful face again," he exclaimed, reaching out and kissing her lips passionately.
It felt good to Leslie to have her handsome husband, some seven years her senior, home once more. Even though he was doing very well in his job, there were times when she couldn't help but wish that he wasn't doing quite that well. If he had been a little less successful, she reasoned, then maybe he wouldn't be sent away to so many distant cities to negotiate on behalf of the bank. And, as a consequence, she would have an opportunity to spend more time with him.
But for the moment all of that was forgotten. Now he was with her once more, and for the moment that was the only important thing.
He finally released his arms from her, exclaiming: "Let's get going, honey."
"The car's this way, dear."
"Yes, but I've got to pick up some luggage first."
"Oh, of course," she nodded. "I guess I'm rushing things."
"I know what you mean. I want to get home as badly as you do. Oh, I want to get you all alone, honey, away from the rest of civilization."
"Would you like to have me alone on a deserted island?"
"Yes, that would be very romantic, but I must say that the bedroom of our house would be a perfectly good place for right now."
"I must agree with you," Leslie chuckled happily. "By the way, I've even got the covers rolled back. So I'm ready whenever you are."
"I'm ready right now," he said. "But the only thing is, I don't think these other people standing around here at the airport would understand."
"And for that reason it would be much better for us to wait until we got home."
"That's right," he said.
Bruce threw an arm around his wife and walked with her toward the baggage area, where he picked up his suitcase.
They then walked towards the parking lot across the street.
"I'll drive home if you like," Leslie offered.
"No, I'll drive," Bruce said, grabbing the keys from her and opening the door of their 1973 Buick Regal.
Now they were driving along the expressway heading for their Miami Beach home.
It was a bright, sunny Miami day, but even if it had been raining it wouldn't have made any difference to Leslie. It was nothing but sunny inside her, what with her husband returning home from a lengthy trip.
"These long trips are just driving me out of my mind," Leslie told him.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I can't help it," he told her sympathetically. "I told you that when I was transferred to the National Division, that it meant I would be obliged to take a lot of trips. I'm negotiating with these people in other areas. It means that I've got to constantly keep my bags packed."
"Oh, I understand, but I don't understand. If you know what I mean."
"Yes, I think I do. You want the best for us, and if that means that I have to do some traveling to get both of us ahead, then you'll accept that. But the one thing you're also concerned about, is that I am not spending so much time at home, that you feel like you're a widow."
"You couldn't have put it more beautifully," she nodded. "No wonder you're such an excellent negotiator. You have a way of grasping the problem in its most simplistic form."
"I've thought a lot about you these long nights away from home," he said, with a trace of sadness. "I hope that maybe they'll be transferring me back out of the National Division in time. I really want a vice-presidency, and I've been told that if I keep doing as well as I have been, that I have a good chance of becoming the youngest vice president in the history of the bank."
"That would be wonderful."
"And after I got on some kind of a solid footing like that, I'd be able to maintain the usual nine to five routine that so many men do. I know that it's tough on you also for me to have to spend all that time at the office after five. But that too is necessary. It's all a part of the getting ahead process."
"I sometimes wonder if it's worth that much trouble," Leslie shook her head.
"I know, I've wondered the same thing," Bruce conceded. "After all, we both love each other, and we're young and sexy. So we'd like to spend a lot of time just to ourselves. Well, I think that in time we're going to have the opportunity to spend many hours together. It's just that I have to work pretty hard for the time being."
"I guess I can accept that."
"Certainly you can, dear. In time everything is going to be just beautiful. You just wait and see."
"I sure hope so."
Now they had reached Miami Beach, and Bruce turned off of the freeway.
"It will be good to see the old homestead again," he smiled. "Yes, the trip went pretty well. I mean in the business sense. But I missed you painfully."
"I am proud of you, honey," Leslie said. "Just because I do sometimes feel like an abandoned widow doesn't mean that I'm any less proud of your accomplishments with the bank. I really feel good every time that I hear one of the wives make a nice comment about you. You get along so well with everybody there, and you're doing so well. I'll do my best to keep to hold my complaining down."
"Thank you, honey, a little patience will go a long way. Remember, once we tuck this one little period out, we're going to be able to have that nice family, belong to the country club, and have all the other wonderful privileges of a prosperous couple."
"That does sound good, but the one thing I'm concerned about is you. That exceeds everything else."
"I feel the same way about you, darling," he exclaimed.
Now she was really feeling good as he pulled the car into the driveway.
She had those sensuallating feelings down there between her legs.
She knew that she needed some brisk sex from her husband, and that she needed it very fast.
They walked inside the house. She felt good to know that she was once more in the position of seductress. It always made her feel sexy to know that he was back from a trip, and that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
"Would you like to have a drink," she asked, as they entered the house.
"Yes, that would go beautifully," he nodded. "I had a martini on the plane, but I'll tell you something, dear. Nobody can match you when it comes to making martinis."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that."
"I really mean that. There's a little something extra you put into them."
"I'll see if I can reach for it and put it in this time too," she winked, walking over to the wet bar in the corner of the living room.
"I'm sure you will."
They lived in a comfortable little tract home of a quiet, pleasant area of Miami Beach.
Now Bruce was once more getting adjusted to being home. He took off his coat, then removed his tie, undoing his collar.
As he sat down in his favorite easy chair, he also untied his shoes, kicking them off.
"All the comforts of home," he grinned. "Do I ever love it."
"Do you have to go into the bank today, dear?" she asked.
"No, honey. After all, it's past three o'clock. They don't expect me to show up in the office now. They figure that it can wait until tomorrow morning and I feel the same way."
"That's good."
"You're damned right," he said. "I want to take you to a nice restaurant tonight. I feel like I could use a steak."
"Oh, so could I."
"But right now I could go for a martini."
"Coming right up."
She mixed a pitcher full of martinis with great pride. She wanted to make certain that she did her absolute best for her husband, who was just settling down and getting readjusted after returning from a trip.
She walked toward him holding the pitcher in her hand.
"Okay, honey, dig in," she said.
"Oh, with pleasure."
He filled two martini glasses, one for her and one for himself.
He picked up the glass and hoisted it to his lips, taking a long sip from it.
"Just as good as always," he nodded. "You really do have a talent when it comes to fixing martinis."
"Thank you, dear."
Now she snuggled up next to him, lying like a young girl would at his feet.
"Oh, you look so cute down there," he said, reaching down with his left hand and running his fingers through her lovely blonde hair.
"How many martinis do you anticipate drinking?" she asked.
"I'm only going to drink one," he replied. "I have some other things on my mind after that."
"I hope it's a three letter word starting with s and ending in x."
"Gee, you must be a mind reader," he laughed loudly.
"Would I really need to be one to guess that?"
"No, I suppose not."
"You're darn right I wouldn't."
Leslie finished her drink quickly, then watched her husband as he took care of his martini with two huge gulps.
"Okay, I hope that was satisfactory," she smiled.
"It certainly was."
"How 'bout coming over here on the sofa," she suggested, jumping quickly to her feet and walking toward the huge sofa.
"I get the pitch," he nodded, getting up slowly from the chair.
They enjoyed wrestling on that sofa, a game that they had played together ever since their marriage.
Now Leslie was as eager as a young cub to have him make love to her, and he was more than prepared to provide her with all the thrills she could possible hope to withstand.
He began by letting those hot red lips of his plunge with devastating eagerness against hers.
He let them remain locked against hers for a lengthy period of time, after which he finally released them.
He then decided that it would be a good idea to slip his hot red tongue inside of her mouth.
"I've got to french with you now," he exclaimed. "Are you for that?"
"Oh, my dear, am I ever. I like the feeling of your tongue plunging against mine."
"Okay, then what are we waiting for."
"Not a solitary thing."
Now those tongues were eagerly colliding with one another, with Bruce cleverly guiding her along every inch of the way.
As his tongue continued to devastatingly plunge against hers, he threw his arms around her and let his arms smother her with passion.
He then released his arms from her, letting his fingers slip inside of her dress.
Now he was permitting those hot fingers to go to work against her breasts.
With great eagerness he simultaneously let his tongue plunge against hers and his fingers maneuver against her breasts.
By the time that he released his tongue from her mouth, she was in an ecstatic frame of mind. "Oh, honey, let's go in the bedroom," she exclaimed. "Now's the time. Oh, I need it right now."
"I've got to agree with you, honey. The time is ripe."
"Oh, it's never been riper," she said, as she got up from the sofa.
It made her feel good to observe the huge bulge in her husband's trousers as he got up from the sofa and smiled.
CHAPTER TWO
Those talented fingers of Brace's were now working their way eagerly around Leslie's dress.
"Oh, I've go to strip you," he exclaimed.
Leslie had watched him when he had removed his clothing, and now that she watching him anxiously remove her garments she got more carried away than ever.
After all, he was a handsome man, and on top of that that huge naked cock of his was staring out at her. She loved to look at him naked, and it got her that much more aroused and eager for sex.
He finally managed to undo her buttons, then swiftly removed her dress.
"Oh, darling, I've just got to tongue you," he said. "I've go to lick all over this beautiful body. I've got to give you fantastic tongue action."
"Oh, sweetheart, that will be great," she gasped. "I'll just love that. I'll love that tongue of yours working around me again. Don't think that I haven't dreamed about getting some of that fantastic tongue action from you again."
"I'm sure you have, just as I dreamed about giving it to you."
"Oh yes."
Now that he had finished removing her dress from her, he was concerned about taking off her panties and bra.
He decided that the next step would be to remove her panties, so his fingers clutched hold of them, and as they did so, she gasped: "Oh, baby, take off my panties. I want you to give my pussy some hot action. You're going to see my pussy, baby, you're going to see it again."
He was holding on to the elastic for dear life, and now he worked his fingers downward, removing those panties from her.
"Oh, the panties are off," she declared. "Now you can see my snatch."
"I want to kiss it."
"Oh, bend over and do that."
"I will, my dear."
He leaned downward, letting those lips of his collide passionately with her hot mound.
She reacted sharply, as if scores of volts of electricity had been shot through her body.
"Ohh, does that every feel good," she exclaimed. "I love that, baby. Oh, I really love it."
He finally removed his lips from her mound, after which Bruce decided that he ought to take off her bra.
"Oh, I've got to get it off," he said. "I've got to see those beautiful tits of yours."
"Oh, honey, get it off. I want to show you my boobs, my lovely boobs."
"Okay, brace yourself, brace yourself for some hot action."
"I'm getting hot action right now."
"Then brace yourself for some more."
"Oh, I'll gladly accept all the hot action that I can get."
"That will be plenty, considering how horny I am. You don't know how long I've been dreaming about this."
"I guess about as long as I have."
"I guess you've got a point there."
Now those trembling fingers of his, that were so nervous with sexual anxiety, went to work on the straps which held together her bra.
He removed that bra, then plunged his lips forward once more, letting them glide eagerly against hers.
He wanted to kiss those lips one more time before embarking on a tongue exercise.
He released the lips from hers, then exclaimed: "I'm going to really tongue you now, baby. I'm going to be licking you like crazy. You're going to enjoy that tongue action, you really are."
"Oh, honey, that's swell."
Now he worked that tongue effectively forward, beginning by letting it maneuver over her left breast.
If there was one thing that Leslie liked in the early stages of a sex act with her husband, it was to receive just the proper care from that tongue of his as he whipped it over her breasts.
She enjoyed hot breast action, and now she was being provided with it as he maneuvered that tongue of his around her breast skillfully.
"Oh, work that tongue, darling, oh, work it," she exclaimed.
Now he was darting that tongue incisively against her breast, causing the sensations within her to multiply.
"Keep on licking," she exclaimed. "Don't let up for a second, darling. Keep that tongue working, baby, ohh, I want you to keep it working."
Now he was tonguing away for all he was worth, and he decided at that point that it might be a good idea to start working those teeth of his around her nipples.
So he began to nibble with affectionate grace, working those teeth around her left nipple. The longer he kept up that fervent action, the more carried away she became. Now her whole body was vibrating with every movement that he put forward.
He switched over to the other nipple, providing her with the same kind of devastating skill.
"Oh, honey, it's so good what you're doing," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, I feel so good now. It's so great to have you back home. Ohhh, it's so great to be fucking with you. Ohhh, darling, come on and keep up those fervent movements. Ohhh, darling, this is so great. I love this kind of beautiful action, darling. Ohhh, just keep it up. Just keep those teeth of yours moving. Just keep the tongue moving. Just keep me in perpetual suspense, baby, do whatever you want with me, just keep on giving me this hot action. Ohhh, don't let up for one solitary second. It's too beautiful, baby, ohhh, it's too beautiful for words."
He liked her active vocal encouragement, and kept up that hot nibbling until finally removing his teeth from her.
"How would you like for me to put that tongue of mine to work inside your ears?" he asked.
"Ohhh, I never thought that I'd actually enjoy an ear lick, but you do it so well," she said. "It's so erotic when you turn that hot blazing tongue of yours loose inside that ear of mine."
"Okay, I'll do it right now if you'd like it."
"Oh, I really would."
"Then just brace yourself, sweetheart, for some beautiful sensations."
"Oh, I will. Come on and cut loose, baby. The only thing I can't stand is inhibitiveness. You're not inhibited, are you?"
"I'll let you answer that one."
"No, you really aren't, and that's what makes you so great."
"Okay, now I'll turn that tongue loose inside your left ear."
"Ohhh, great. I can hardly wait."
Now she was getting set for his second big tongue onslaught, and it came a few seconds later.
He let that tongue of his dance ever so eagerly inside her left ear. He started out by moving the tongue around the outer ear, but soon he was permitting it to manipulate in the earlobe.
"Ohhh, I love those darting movements," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey, and keep up that tongue action. It feels so good to be tongued that way. Come on and lick me, darling, ohhh, I want you to keep on licking me. That's so good, ohhh, it's so great. I love the sensations, baby. I love what you're doing to that ear of mine."
He kept on letting that tongue of his dart inside of her earlobe. Then he decided that it was time to switch the movements over to the other ear, so he went to work with that flaming tongue of his once more.
Again she was exhilarated over what was taking place, and her entire body was coming unglued with passion as he worked that tongue of his systematically inside her ear.
"Ohhh, tongue me, baby, ohhh, let that tongue go to work," she exclaimed, her body twisting and turning as she lay there on the bed, enjoying every hot tongue movement that he put forth. "You've got the best tongue in town, baby. Hell, you've got the best tongue in the state of Florida. Or any other state. Ohhh, darling, keep that up. Ohhh, keep the tongue twisting. Let it twist beautifully, baby, oh, come on and let it twist. Ohhh, that's so good. The tongue action is so beautiful. It's delicious, baby, you've got such a delicious tongue. I like the way you're twisting it around in there, darling. Ohhh, keep it moving, baby, ohhh, I want you to keep it moving."
Now he was really manipulating the tongue, pushing it as deep inside her ear as he could.
All the while that those hips of hers were rotating back and forth, and that tended to make him that much more horny, since she had such beautiful legs.
He finally finished the tongue movements inside her ear, after which he withdrew the tongue.
"Okay, now I'm going to move the action downstairs a little," he laughed. "I'm going to give it to your breasts again."
"They're always ready for some more action."
"I suppose that they are."
"Oh yesss, that's always such great fun."
"It certainly is."
Once more he began to attack those hot breasts of hers with that flaming tongue. Back and forth he would manipulate it. For a while he would allow his tongue to roam freely over her left breast. Then he would switch the activities over to her right, providing the same kind of beautiful sensations.
As the tongue continued to dart, she began to heat up down there between her legs. It was just too much taking all of those brisk stabs that he was putting forth with that flaming tongue of his.
"Ohhh, baby, what you do to me with that tongue," she exclaimed. "You know, it's so great, honey, it's absolutely fantastic what you're doing to me. Ohhh, just keep that tongue action going, darling, ohhh, I love it, baby, I really love it. You're so good with that tongue. You hypnotize me with it. Oh yes, you hypnotize me with your hot tongue. Just keep up those tongue movements, darling. Ohhh, keep them up."
He not only was keeping up the movements, he was accelerating the pace as he kept up those brisk movements of his.
Back and forth that tongue continued to systematically dart, and now she knew just how hot she was. She recognized that it would be impossible for her to take much more in the way of such devastating action without exploding her juices.
"Ohhh, I'm burning up down there between my legs," she exclaimed. "That pussy of mine is ready to explode, honey. Ohhh, is that mound of mine ever smouldering. You're making my mound smolder everytime that you work that tongue of yours around like that. It's just too much, darling, you're just too much. That tongue of yours is so explosive. Ohhh, do I ever love that tongue action that you're providing for me. Keep it up, my dear, ohhh, I really want you to keep it up."
He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up that searing action around her breasts for very long, since she was becoming so aroused.
So he quickly removed his tongue from them, letting it drop down toward her toes.
"Don't tell me you're going to lick me there," she laughed. "That really is for rare occasions."
"It just so happens that this is a rare occasion," he said. "After all, we haven't made love for quite a while."
"You're right. It couldn't be a better time to do it."
"That's exactly the way I feel."
He then went to work systematically with that tongue, taking each toe into his mouth individually, then letting it slide around there.
Once more she was becoming totally infatuated with his tongue. It seemed as if every time that he licked her she felt that much hotter than before. The erotic fascination was just too much for her.
"Ohhh, what delicious movements," she said. "You're really an expert when it comes to tongue action, baby. Just keep that tongue moving, darling. Ohhh, keep it up. Keep on providing me with that hot action. Ohhh, I love the action you're giving me. You're too much, sweetheart, ohhh, you're absolutely too much."
He finished up the toe action, then decided to come up for air.
After all, he had been working that tongue at a brisk, eager clip for quite a while now, and had wore himself out a little in the process.
The tongue was a little tired and sore, and he felt that it needed a little rest.
"Ohhh, what action," he gasped. "I know what I need next."
"You don't even have to tell me."
"That pussy of mine is absolutely broiling."
"I suppose it is," he nodded. "Well, I'll give it plenty of beautiful action."
"I'm sure you will. Ohhh, its been so beautiful so far, baby. It's a shame that you even have to leave the house, much less leave town. Wouldn't it be great if we could just stay in bed here and make it together all the time?"
"Right now that sounds absolutely beautiful. There's only one thing wrong. It won't pay the bills."
"That's true, unfortunately," she giggled. "But you can't blame me for trying."
"No, I guess I can't," he laughed.
As he lay there next to her, he reached out and played with her asscheek.
He liked the shape of her buttocks, and as he let his fingers run over the smooth crevices of flesh, he found himself getting that much more excited.
All he needed was a little bit of rest, after which he would resume that hot licking action. And once he did so, he knew how she'd love it.
CHAPTER THREE
Now Bruce was all set to go to work with the tongue action once more.
"Okay, baby, brace yourself, because I'm going to go down on that mound of yours," he announced.
"Oh, sweetheart, I want you to do it," she said. "I'm so hot, baby. Ohhh, I want you to fuck me, baby. Ohhh, I want you to lick me. I want you to do everything to me."
"That sounds good. I like hearing you talk that way."
"Just get the tongue moving, darling. I need the tongue action right now."
Now he lowered his head once more, reaching out and parting her legs energetically.
"Lick me, tongue me, go down on that mound of mine," she exclaimed.
"Okay, sweetheart, just wait for that hot tongue. Just wait for that tongue to move."
Now he slipped that tongue of his down there between her legs, allowing it to slide around her mound.
Back and forth he kept up those spirited movements. He started out at a brisk, methodical clip, and the longer that he continued those tongue movements, the more spiritedly he let the tongue manipulate around inside her.
Now he was working that tongue feverishly over her dewy pussy, and the longer he kept up those furtive movements, the better that they both liked it.
"Ohhh, work that tongue, baby, oh, work it," she exclaimed. "I want to juice inside that mouth of yours. I need to go off inside that mouth of yours."
He then dramatically removed his tongue from her mound.
"I want to give you some more preliminary action," he said.
"But you were doing so beautifully with the licking."
"I'm going to kiss your mound, baby. I'm going to do that first. Then I'm going to give you the tongue action again."
"I'll tell you what. Why don't you just massage that pussy of mine with your fingers."
"Certainly, I can do that."
"Oh, that will be so great."
"Just hang on, honey, because that's what I'll do."
"Ohhh, darling, I want that action."
"Baby, you're going to get it." Now he slipped those fingers of his over her hot mound.
The longer that he kept up that action, the faster he moved the fingers.
He wanted to get her pussy even dewier than before, so that he could get her all set for the hot tongue action.
Those fingers kept on maneuvering, and he did such a brisk, thorough job that soon she was gasping and sputtering.
"Ohhh, you're too much with that finger action," she gasped. "Baby, you're really too much. Ohh, I love that finger activity. Keep the fingers moving, darling, ohhh, I really love the way you're moving them."
He released the fingers, then let his lips drop down there between her legs.
He kissed her mound several times in rapid succession, and then removed his lips from her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, I like that," she said. "Now I'm all set to have you go back to work with that tongue of yours. I need some brisk tongue action, darling. I need that kind of wonderful activity. Come on and work that tongue of yours around there, baby. Ohhh, I really want you to work it."
"Okay, here it goes," he smiled.
He moved that tongue into place one more time, letting it slide eagerly over her hot mound.
Now he was enjoying the action thoroughly, permitting that tongue to manipulate ever so skillfully around her burning vagina.
The longer he kept up the action, the hotter that she became down there between her legs.
"Eat me, baby, ohhh, eat me," Leslie exclaimed. "I want you to keep working that tongue over my burning mound. Ohhh, that's a furnace down there. That's such a hot furnace down there between my legs. Ohhh, eat me, baby, ohhh eat the hot mound of mine."
Now he was whip lashing that tongue convincingly over her mound, pushing her that much closer to climax.
He loved what was happening, and thoroughly enjoyed working that tongue eagerly against her hot blazing mound.
With devastating ease he kept up those passionate movements, allowing that tongue to move skillfully down there between her legs.
Now she was pushing close to the big moment of climax. She knew that it would only take a few more of those hot licks before she would be exploding inside his hot mouth.
"Eat it, baby, ohhh, eat it," she exclaimed. "I'm so close now to climaxing. Ohhh, I'm really close, baby. I'm just about there, sweetheart, I really am. Ohhh, keep that tongue moving. Ohhh, baby, I like the way you're putting that tongue to work. It's such a beautiful tongue. Ohhh, and how you use it. You've using it so beautifully. Keep the action going."
He darted the tongue around her box for several more strokes, after which she heaved a loud sigh.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," she exclaimed. "Come on and eat it, darling. Oh, come on and eat that mound of mine. Come on, baby, eat the pussy."
He gobbled up every droplet from her mound, then released his tongue from it.
"Oh, honey, what a tongue you gave me," she sighed. "You know, in a way it's good when you've been gone a while. It makes you that much hornier."
"The same works both ways," he pointed out. "I sure can't say that you're anything but horny right now."
"No, I suppose not," she laughed. "Well, I'll tell you. I really have enjoyed it."
"I'll tell you what you can do for me," he smiled. "Just say it, baby."
"You can start out by playing with that cock of mine," he exclaimed. "I really would like some brilliant finger action."
"Okay, I think that that would be a good idea. I'd love to move those fingers around your cock."
"Fine, darling."
Now she reached out with her left hand, allowing it to manipulate over the tip of his long searing rod.
It felt good for him to have her massaging the tip of that huge instrument.
"While you're moving the fingers over the tip of my cock, I'd wish you'd move the other fingers over my balls," he said. "I really want that action, baby. Oh, move those fingers around. I love those massage movements. You're great at massaging, baby. You've got a natural knack for it. You really do. I just can't get over it. It feels so good the way that you move those fingers around there. Ohhh, I can just close my eyes and enjoy it."
He closed his eyes, enjoying the pulsating movements that she put forth with those fingers of hers around his cock and balls.
Back and forth she was keeping up that pace, and as she did so he was getting all the hotter.
"Oh, I love the burning finger movements," he exclaimed. "Just keep those fingers going, darling. I really love that, baby. I love what you're doing. Oh, I really love this hot action. Come on and drive those fingers, darling, ohhh, come on and drive them."
Now she was working the fingers of one hand up and down the entire length of his searing rod. She was working the fingers convincingly, and as she did so his body was beginning to vibrate.
"Ohhh, remove the fingers, baby," he finally said. "I need for you to leave my cock alone. I am so hot, baby, I'm hotter-than you would believe. I've got to get that hot penis of mine off."
"Ohhh, I'll just bet you do," she laughed, removing her fingers from his cock.
"Yes indeed. I really need it now, baby. I wanted you to push me to the brink. Well, I'm there."
"You've reached the brink?"
"We certainly have."
"Okay, then let's get rolling."
He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her toward him.
It felt good to feel those breasts of hers colliding with his chest, and as that was happening he was allowing his lips to collide impactfully with hers.
As those lips remained firmly pressed against each other, that cock of his remained ever eager, ready to jump into action.
He finally released his lips from hers, the prepared to move that cock into high gear.
"Oh, I'm going to part those legs," he exclaimed. "Then I'm going to plunge that cock inside you. Oh, I just got to get it off inside you, darling. I've got to fuck you, baby, after all that tongue action I've just got to get my rocks off inside your mound."
"Oh, that will be so beautiful," she sighed. "Come on and work that cock around there, baby. Drive it inside my mound. Oh, I need it, baby, I really need it."
He parted her legs once more, then thrust that hot blazing tool of his forward.
He was panting now as he inserted it inside her mound. He had been pushed to the limits, and now he was in the position wherein he just had to get those rocks off inside her hot blazing vagina.
"Ohhh, fuck me, baby," she encouraged. "Keep that cock of yours plunging. Ohhh, drive it into me. Drive that hot tool of yours. Ohhh, that's it, I like the way you're plunging it. Ohhh, you're doing it so well, baby. Keep it moving, darling, ohhh, I want you to keep it moving. Keep that thing of yours thrusting inside there. It feels so good, darling."
Now he was moving forward convincingly, pushing that penis higher and deeper into her mound.
His heart was palpitating feverishly as he kept up that fierce action, driving that hot rod of his forward systematically inside her mound.
As his body pushed forward, and as his penis would plunge inside her pussy, she would push her body forward to meet his every movement.
He was enjoying the fantastic sensations that were flooding his entire body as he kept up those fantastic cock movements. They were a dynamic duo, and the longer that they allowed those beautiful bodies to clash against one another, the hotter that they both became.
"Ohhh, keep driving it into me," she encouraged, "keep thrusting that blazing tool into my mound, baby. Come on and fuck me baby, drive that cock inside my mound. Come on and stab it in there, baby. Ohhh, come on and fuck me, darling, ohhh, come on and push that thing inside my mound."
As he continued to convincingly guide that tool around inside her hot burning vagina, he worked his fingers around against her thighs.
Now he was squeezing those thighs as he kept up the fantastic activity, driving that cock forward, allowing it to manipulate pulsatingly and eagerly inside her hot mound.
"Fuck me, ohhh, fuck me," she repeated.
Now he was gasping, and as he did so he kept up that eager activity, driving that penis of his inside her mound, which felt to her like a furnace.
"Ohhh, I'm so itchy down there, ohhh, am I ever itchy," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, baby, darling, I love it. I love this terrific action. It's so great, baby, I love it. Ohhh, I love what's happening. This is such fantastic action."
Now she knew that he was entering into the final stages of the act, and that it would be just a question of a few more moments and a few more hot strokes before he would be exploding that hot gism inside her mound.
"Fuck me, ohhh, fuck me," she said, "just a few more strokes, baby, keep on pouring that hot flesh into me. Ohhh, pour it into me, darling, ohhh, what a screw you are, baby, you're just fantastic."
He heaved and gasped, thrusting his tool forward several more times.
"Ohhh, are you ready to explode, honey?" he asked.
"Ohhh, I'm very close."
"Okay, about the time you're exploding I want to be bathing my tongue against yours."
"Oh, that sounds so good," she swooned. "Come on and enter inside my mouth. Come on and tongue me, baby. Come on and tongue me while you're fucking my mound. Ohhh, that will feel so great. Come on and do it."
"I thought you'd like that."
"Keep grinding that cock of yours inside me. Keep humping me with that hot meat of yours."
"Ohhh, you like the pace I'm setting?"
"It's absolutely beautiful, baby. You're devastating me. Ohhh, are you ever devastating me. Yesss, I love what's happening."
Now he was setting a blistering pace, driving that hot enthusiastic penis of his high and deep inside her mound.
As the hot fucking continued, he put his head down and let his hot searing red tongue inside her mouth.
Back and forth those tongues were colliding eagerly, and as they did so he kept up that burning pace, driving that cock of his inside her mound.
Several hot strokes later the juice began to pour out of his cock and into her mound, as that occurred she also orgasmed.
As they were both juicing, he kept up that hot licking, allowing that tongue to splash against hers.
He enjoyed the beautiful sensations, and as he finally released his cock from her mound and his tongue from her mouth, he collapsed next to her on the bed.
"Ohhh, what a beautiful homecoming," she said.
"It certainly was," he nodded, "we really kept at it. I think I need a little bit of a rest. As a matter of fact, I think I'll take a nap. Then we can go out to dinner."
"Thanks for some beautiful sex, honey, some of the most beautiful I've ever had in my life."
"And thank you, baby," he winked.
His last act before dozing off to sleep, was to reach out and pat her asscheeks affectionately.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was ten days later, and Bruce left for another trip.
This time he was going to Dallas, and it was with a heavy heart that Leslie drove him to the airport.
She was in the dumps as she drove home, and after she arrived back she went out into the backyard and watered the lawn. She wanted to do something to make herself feel a little better, or at least to forget about what had just happened.
It seemed like Bruce was always leaving, and that their times together at home were so few and far between.
Just as she was finishing watering her lawn, the young married woman from next door, Judy Forbes, walked into her backyard and noticed Leslie.
"Hi, Leslie," she called out.
"Oh, how's it going, Judy?"
"Oh, same old grind," Judy shrugged.
"How 'bout you?"
"Oh, Bruce went away on another trip."
"Gosh, he seems to spend most of his time away now."
"That's right. He's working his way up there in the bank hierarchy, but I often wonder if it's worth all of this."
"I know what you mean. It makes you feel in the dumps, doesn't it?"
"It sure does."
"I'll tell you what. Why don't you let me take you to lunch today."
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"I know I don't," Judy smiled. "I don't do anything because I have to. I do things because I want to, and I'd like to take you to lunch."
"Gee, that's awfully nice of you."
"I'll pick you up at one o'clock."
"Fine, I'll be ready then."
Even though Leslie was still feeling a little saddened over the fact that her husband was gone, she felt good about at least having the opportunity to go out to lunch with Judy.
After all, Judy was a nice young girl, bright and peppy, just like herself. Judy was maybe two or three years older than Leslie, and they seemed to have a good deal in common.
There was one area, though, wherein they appeared to be different. Whereas Leslie was strongly devoted to her husband, it appeared that Judy did not really care that much about her husband, Frank.
Leslie took a lengthy warm shower, then put on a beautiful dress to go out to lunch.
When Judy arrived at the house, she looked at Leslie's dress and exclaimed: "WOW! that husband of yours is absolutely crazy for going away. With a gorgeous hunk of woman like you around, he ought to realize just what might happen with him gone."
"I'm not the roving kind, Judy," Leslie said.
"I sure wouldn't blame you if you became that way. After all, he's gone so much."
"I love Bruce very much."
"Oh, I know," she said. "But I'll tell you something. When I get bored by Frank, I go out and have myself a good time with some other man and it doesn't bother me one bit."
"Oh, Judy, I hate to even hear about that," Leslie shook her head.
"That's just the way it goes, honey. I have a roving eye."
The girls got into Leslie's Pinto and they drove to a restaurant not far away, where they had lunch.
They had a couple of cocktails, then a delightful lunch, after which they left the restaurant.
"How 'bout coming in and having a drink with me at my place," Judy exclaimed, as she pulled into the driveway.
"Well, I guess I could."
"Of course you can. Your husband's gone and all. What's going to prevent you?"
"Nothing, I guess."
"Of course not."
They went into the house and Judy fixed them some screwdrivers.
As they sipped the drinks, Judy walked over toward a nearby table and picked up a copy of a newspaper.
"Do you know anything about this newspaper?" Judy held the copy up before Leslie's eyes and smiled.
"I don't know a thing about it."
"It's an underground paper," she laughed. "You know, I've met some of the grooviest guys through ads in the back of this thing. They've got great ads. For example, here's one. Swinging guy want to meet discreet married women for fun and games on weekday afternoons. What do you think about that?"
"I wouldn't be interested," Leslie exclaimed.
"You certainly do sound like a prude," Judy laughed. "Can't you even laugh about some of this stuff?"
"Oh, I suppose I could if I let myself, but I really don't think it's all that funny."
"Well, I guess you're entitled to your opinion on these matters," she shrugged. "But I'll tell you something, dear. It sure beats being by yourself."
"I don't think that I'm going to be by myself that much more," Leslie said, not quite believing what she was saying. "No, I think he's going to be transferred out of that National Division pretty soon."
"Hasn't he been talking about that for a long time?"
"He's mentioned it a few times."
"It makes me wonder if he's going to be transferred out of there as fast as he says. Or if hell be transferred out of there at all."
"Please don't make things appear more pessimistic than they are already," Leslie shook her head.
"I'm just trying to look out for your welfare, dear. I can see how you go to pieces when he's gone, and he's away so much of the time. It's very rough on you. There are no two ways about it."
"Let's not talk about it."
"I'll tell you what I'd like to do," Judy said. "I'd like to at least give you this underground paper to read. I mean, you can at least get a few laughs from it. If none of those ads interest you, then fine. But, on the other hand, if your curiosity is aroused by any of them, then don't hesitate to look into them. After all, you might wind up having a whole lot of fun."
"There's no danger of that happening," Leslie said confidently.
"Then there's nothing to worry about in reading this, is there?"
"No, I guess not."
"Take it home, honey. I'm finished with it."
"Just why are you so eager to have me read it?"
"Oh, it will give you something to do."
"Fine, thank you."
They got off the subject of the underground newspaper and conversed about matters in general as they finished the screwdrivers.
"How'd you like another one?" Judy got up from her chair and asked with a smile.
"No thanks," Leslie said. "Things are fine with me as they are. I don't think I need anymore drinks."
"Okay, suit yourself."
"I do want to thank you, Judy, for taking me out though," Leslie said as she got up from the chair. "I really enjoyed it. The next time I'm going to take you out."
"Oh, that's so nice of you to suggest."
"So I'll see you later."
"Good bye now," Judy said.
The only thing that Leslie didn't like about Judy was her boldness at making suggestions. She was always trying to tell her that, if she was bored and dejected 'bout the fact that her husband was out of town, she could easily do something about it.
Leslie went home and watched a little television. She was bored with the programs, however, so she wound up turning off the set and just sitting in the room.
She got tired of staring at the four walls without anything to do, so, more as a means of relieving boredom than anything else, she picked up the newspaper that Judy had given her.
She looked at some of the erotic pictures inside it, which contained handsome men and beautiful women.
As she looked at them, she thought about her husband, and how great it would be to have Bruce back in that room at that very moment. How she would have liked to have gone to bed with him right then and there. But instead he was on an airplane heading toward Texas.
She decided to have a look at those ads in the back of the publication. She ran over scores of them, most of them concerning wife swapping.
Suddenly she came across an ad that caught her interests. It was an advertisement put in there by a woman named Peggy, and concerned massages.
Right away she thought about what her husband had told her concerning her natural abilities in the area of massaging. He had made those statements several times, and the more often that he had made such remarks, the more she wondered as to whether he was just saying these things or whether she might have had a flare for massaging.
This ad was strangely worded. It merely stated that Peggy wanted beautiful young women to massage famous, handsome, very discreet men.
For some reason or other, the advertisement made her feel more curious than anything of that particular nature that she had ever read. The other advertisements hadn't aroused her curiosity in the way that this one did.
She noticed that there was a telephone number, and she decided that it might be a good idea just to call Peggy and see if she could satisfy her curiosity.
As she picked up the phone, Leslie was confident that she would do nothing more than talk to this woman on the telephone. After all, she wasn't interested in meeting other men, even if, as the ad claimed, they were handsome, wealthy, and very discreet.
She just wanted to find out what this woman's gimmick was, so she dialed the number.
"Hello," a woman's voice answered.
"Is this Peggy?" Leslie asked.
"Yes it is. Could I help you?"
"Perhaps you can. I read an ad saying that you wanted to hire young women for purposes of massaging men."
"Yes, that's right, but I don't go into all those details over the phone. I just will answer a few basic questions and no more."
"I see."
"Our operation is top secret."
"Then why are you advertising in an underground newspaper?" Leslie asked.
"Very simple. I can qualify the girls on the telephone to some degree. I rule a lot of them out just on the basis of that. Then, if I think that there is a good chance that maybe we can get together on some point, then I ask them to come in. Now first of all, how old are you?"
"Isn't that a rather impertinent question to ask."
"You called me," Peggy immediately shot back. "Let's remember that, dear. Now I'll ask you a few questions. If you don't want to answer any of them then all we've got to do is say goodbye to each other and hang up. That will be the end of that."
"All right, I'm twenty-three."
"That's a pretty good age. I'm looking for girls in their early and middle twenties. Oh, I take a few in their late twenties and some in their thirties, but generally the age category I'm looking for is early and middle twenties. Now I want a direct answer to this one. Are you beautiful?"
"I certainly am."
"I mean, are you the kind of girl who draws attention wherever she goes?"
"Yes I am."
"You get plenty of wolf whistles from truck drivers?"
"I seem to get them from all levels," Leslie laughed. "What does that have to with any of this?"
"If you will notice, the ad specifically calls for beautiful women. I want to make sure you are beautiful. And if you're not, it's foolish for us to talk any further."
"I am," Leslie said, almost bursting into laughter. Several times she thought about hanging up, but her curiosity was becoming more powerful with every additional minute.
"Do you have a fantastic figure?" Peggy asked.
"Yes I do."
"Another personal question. What are your measurements?"
"They are 37-22-37."
"Very good," Peggy said. "How tall are you, my dear?"
"I'm five nine."
"Well, a tall girl," she laughed. "That's better yet. Are you a blonde or brunette?"
"I'm a blonde. Now maybe you can answer a few questions from me."
"Go ahead, honey, but I'm not going to answer many on the phone."
"Just what does all this have to do with being a good masseuse?"
"It has everything to do with it, but I'm not going to discuss those details from the telephone. Have you ever done any of that kind of work before?"
"Not professionally."
"A good answer," Peggy laughed. "Well, just maybe we have something in common. Maybe we can get together. I'll tell you what. I could see you at four-thirty this afternoon."
"Okay, fine," Leslie said. "Where should I meet you?"
"At my office in downtown Miami," Peggy said.
At that point, Peggy told Leslie to get a pen and a piece of paper. She provided her with the address of her office.
"You sure didn't tell me much," Leslie said.
"I'll tell you plenty later, dear," Peggy replied. "So I'll be seeing you later this afternoon."
"Okay, I'll be there."
"Fine, dear," Peggy hung up.
As Leslie put the phone back down on the cradle, she began wondering just what was causing her to act that wildly and out of character.
After all, she was the wife of a man who was doing exceptionally well in the conservative realm of banking. So now here she was not only answering an ad that appeared in an underground newspaper. She was following up on that ad with a telephone call, then a personal meeting.
She thought several times about not showing up at all, but everytime that she came to that conclusion she decided that she was much too curious to pass up the opportunity.
No, she thought, she was just going to have to find out exactly what this gal Peggy had on her mind. There would be no two ways about it.
She thought about herself massaging other men, and wondered what she would be expected to do to please them.
If Bruce had even known that she had looked through the newspaper he would be angry, but he would absolutely flip, she thought, if he ever knew that she responded to an ad of the type that she had.
Late afternoon finally rolled around, and Leslie got into her car to drive into downtown Miami.
"You've got to be absolutely crazy," she laughed to herself as she started up the car and drove off.
She couldn't tell Judy about this. If she did, Judy would be pumping her for the next ten years.
CHAPTER FIVE
Leslie went to see Peggy at her office in downtown Miami.
She walked into the office, observing Peggy sitting behind a desk.
Peggy was in her middle thirties, and was an attractive, well built redhead.
"Can I help you?" Peggy asked.
"Yes, you must be Peggy. I'm Leslie."
"Oh yes. The girl I talked to on the telephone. Please sit down."
"Thank you."
As Leslie sat down across from Peggy, she observed the other girl looking at her for a lengthy period of time.
"Excuse me for staring," Peggy said, "but I'm just checking you out to see if you'll fill the bill. Oh, you'll do nicely. You have an absolutely beautiful face. Finely chiseled features. Oh, you're more than I could have hoped for, my dear. And as for that figure, I got a good look at that when you walked in the door. It's breathtaking."
"Thank you, but what are you checking me out for?"
"You did respond to an ad concerning employment, did you not?"
"Yes, I guess I did."
"What do you mean you guess?"
"I'll level with you, Peggy, since you're apparently leveling with me," Leslie said. "You see, I was kind of curious about this ad. It was about the strangest ad I've ever seen. A next door neighbor of mine gave me this underground newspaper to read, and I went through the ads, but yours just kind of stood out."
"You mean you're here just on a curiosity mission?"
"You might be able to say that."
"Well don't you know, my dear? I mean, if you're just here to play games with me, then there is the door, and I'm not being crude either. It's just that my time is too valuable to waste horsing around. Now are you serious or aren't you?"
"That's why I gave you an indefinite answer," Leslie attempted to explain. "I really don't know whether I am or not. At first it was just kind of a game with me, but now I'm getting more and more curious. You see, I'm married, but my husband is gone an awful lot of the time."
"Is he a salesman?"
"No, he works for a bank, but he's with the National Division, which entails a lot of travel to other cities. I guess you can say in a way, though, that he's a super salesman for the bank."
"I see, and his beautiful wife is at home by herself all the time."
"That's right."
"And you get kind of bored, naturally."
"I certainly do."
"Well, I'll tell you something. I think that this would be just the kind of work for you. You see, you don't have to come in and keep regular hours for one thing."
"You don't?"
"No, we have a very discreet phone service. You'll get a call and be asked to drop in to the massage parlor. Everything is done strictly on an appointment basis. Everything is highly organized, and it has to be. After all, we're dealing with the upper crust of Miami society."
"I saw something like that in the ad. I couldn't believe that it was for real."
"As a matter of fact it is," Peggy assured her. "You see, my dear, these guys have emotions too. As a matter of fact, many of them have frigid wives. They're so involved with club activities and the sort that they could care less about sex. But the sex drives of these men remain constant. They couldn't very easily go out and pick up prostitutes, or pick up gals at bars, because that would pose all kinds of problems, as you can well imagine."
"You mean with their stations in society and all?"
"That's precisely what I do mean," she nodded. "That is why I use the word discreet in the ad. These men are highly discreet and have to be. Their very reputations depend on it."
"Now I'm beginning to get the picture."
"Certainly you are, my dear. We have the upper crust of society. We have outstanding doctors, lawyers, engineers. We have a few scientists, we have some college professors. All top grade people. We weed out the crude ones pretty fast."
"I see."
"But I must also tell you something else," Peggy smiled. "These men do expect quite a bit for their money. They are paying very well. I take out a certain commission for myself, and as for as far as the rest goes, that goes directly to you."
"That's good."
"But here's the way it works. Some of them really like to cut loose, and if you see some man that might have been named Father of the Year in Dade County, don't be surprised if you observe a totally different side of him. I mean, don't be surprised if he wants to slap you on the asscheeks, swear, and do just about anything else."
"I think I'm getting the picture now," she said, "you're telling me that these people like to just completely let themselves go, and that's one of the basic reasons why they come to the massage parlor in the first place for your services."
"That's precisely what I'm saying, my dear," she nodded. "You're a bright girl and you catch on very fast. I know you've got what it takes to please these men. It's just a question of utilizing it properly. But I'm happy you're catching on this quickly. I'll tell you something, though, before you realize whether this is for you or not, you're going to have to see the operation as it exists."
"Yes, I suppose so," Leslie said.
"I have an appointment in twenty minutes at the parlor," she said. "I figured that I would talk to you for a few minutes here, and if you were still interested and I was interested in you, I could take you over and show you the whole setup."
"That sounds good."
"Let me tell you a little something about the two men that are coming in. They called and said they would be in after a golf date at the country club. One of them is named Charlie Gordon and the other one is Eddie Simms. They own one of the biggest Cadillac agencies in Miami."
"It seems to me I've heard of them."
"Of course you probably have," Peggy nodded. "They're both big wheels as far as local society is concerned, and so are their wives. But they complain about the fact that they just can't let go with their wives, whereas they can at our little massage parlor. So you'll be meeting them over there."
"All right, at one point I didn't think I'd ever go this far," Leslie said, "but now I feel differently. I'll do that. I'll go over there with you."
"Fine, we can ride in my car," she said. "Then I'll drive you back here. I think that maybe well have more to talk about after you witness my operation."
"That's fine," Leslie said.
They walked out into the rear parking lot and got into the black Cadillac El Dorado that Peggy drove.
"The boys gave me a good deal on this car," she laughed. "But I would have been able to afford it at full price anyway. I'll tell you something, honey. You can make big money at this. These guys really dig these magnetic massages that my girls provide. As a matter of fact, one guy dug one girl's massage so well that he talked her into marrying him, and now she's no longer with me."
"That's too bad."
"That's the breaks. I realize that is always an occupational hazard in this business. But if you join the team, I know that we're certainly not going to suffer in the least. Lois was a gorgeous girl, but I frankly think that you've got her topped."
They drove just outside the city into a tiny suburban area. They entered a small office building, where there was a door to the rear of the hall.
Peggy opened up the door and they walked inside.
The carpets were light blue and plush, and as Leslie entered the massage area, she observed two handsome men in their middle forties sitting nude on a bench.
The first thing she observed was that they were both supporting huge erections.
"Hello, Peggy baby," one of them winked. "We're waiting for you."
"Say, who's this gorgeous chick you brought with you?" the other one looked at Leslie and smiled.
"Charlie, Eddie, I want you to meet Leslie," Peggy introduced them. "She is thinking of joining the operation."
"Well, that sounds beautiful," Charlie said. "Any time a gorgeous gal like that wants to show up around here, it's fine with me."
"Me too," Eddie, the shorter of the two, nodded.
"I see you boys are pretty hard," Peggy laughed.
"We sure are," Charlie said, "the golf game might have given us a little bit of exercise, but not to the point where we stop thinking about sex."
Peggy walked over toward the back of the room, where there were a number of lockers strung together.
"Okay, I'll get on my uniform now," she looked at the two men and winked. "I'll be with you in a second."
The men were looking with wild-eyed expressions in Peggy's direction as she began to strip right in front of them.
She stood in front of her locker, removing her dress. As she unbuttoned it quickly, they looked at each other and smiled.
Peggy was very calm and thorough about what she was doing. She got off her dress, then undid her bra.
"Oh, honey, you're getting us so hot just looking at you," Charlie said.
As she then put her fingers to work on her panties slipping them down her legs, the two men looked over at beautiful Leslie, who was calmly sitting on a bench taking it all in.
"We'd like to see you nude too, honey," Eddie said.
"Sure as hell would," Charlie said.
"She's just sizing up the operation today," Peggy exclaimed as she slipped the panties off her legs. "She doesn't have to commit herself this early."
"I suppose not," Charlie said, "but I sure as hell wish that she had. Boy, would I love to have this little baby rub me down."
"Oh, she's too much," the other man said.
"Now don't flirt with her," Peggy chuckled, walking toward the two men. "She's liable to get scared and run out."
Even though Leslie was remaining calm on the exterior, inside she just couldn't help but feel a little squeamish over what was happening. After all, she was a girl who had led a pretty conservative life up to that time. She didn't consider herself a prude, but the only man that she would ever cut loose for was her husband.
But now Bruce was gone, and she was actually enjoying seeing how somebody like Peggy lived and made money. It all started as a big joke, but the longer that she focused on what was happening, the more interested she became. "Now I massage these boys down when I'm naked, honey." Peggy looked at Leslie.
Leslie couldn't help but notice how the men admired her. She did have a beautiful form, with sturdy legs and a firm breasts.
"Maybe you boys need to go in the sauna room to get a little hotter," Peggy looked at them and winked.
"We couldn't be any hotter than we are right now," Eddie said.
"Wouldn't you at least like to work up a little bit of a sweat?" Peggy asked.
"Well, I guess so," Eddie said. "I guess I could take it for a few minutes."
"Then I guess I'm game as well," Charlie said.
Peggy and Leslie watched as the two men got up and walked into the sauna room, after which they closed the door behind them.
Peggy and Leslie talked briefly, after which the men exited the sauna room some ten minutes later.
They were sweating profusely, and Peggy was standing there with towels in her hands.
"I'm the naked towel girl," she looked at them and smiled.
"A pretty gorgeous towel girl at that," Charlie said, taking the towel and wiping the perspiration from his face.
"You guys ought to take a warm shower now," she said. "Just get yourselves ready for a fantastic massage."
"Oh, am I ever ready," Eddie said, once more looking down at his hard penis. "Just thinking about you, baby, is enough to put me into that state."
"You guys are horny twenty four hours a day," Peggy laughed. "No wonder you can't get enough sex from your wives. I mean, if they went to bed with you as many times as you two would like, they wouldn't be able to last two months."
"You talk about us like we're some kind of sex fiends or something," Charlie said, walking toward the shower room.
"I certainly do, and that's only because you are," Peggy exclaimed.
"That's the nicest thing anybody ever said about me," Eddie laughed.
The two men disappeared into the shower room, letting the warm water pelt against their sweaty bodies.
Once more they toweled off thoroughly as they got out of the shower.
The returned to the massage area, continued to support those huge erections.
"Okay, who's going to go first?" Peggy said.
"We flipped a coin and I won," Charlie chuckled, walking over and sprawling out on the rubbing table.
"Okay, then you're first, Charlie," Peggy said, moving toward him.
"I'd sure appreciate it if you'd get in front of me, since that way I can play with your pussy," Charlie said.
"Oh, so you want to start out with that route, huh?"
"I sure do," Charlie exclaimed.
"I suppose we can work it that way."
Eddie sat down on a stool a few feet away, watching the action closely. He then looked over at Leslie.
"How'd you like to come over here and sit by me, baby?" he asked.
"I think I'm safer where I am," Leslie replied.
Leslie's response immediately triggered laughter from both Charlie and Peggy.
"I think she's right about that," Charlie said.
"Remember, she hasn't even decided whether she's going to work here or not," Peggy pointed out. "So I wish you'd contain yourself, honey, at least for the time being. You're liable to chase this poor girl out of here."
"She looks like she's more than capable of taking care of herself," Eddie said.
"I've got to go along with you there," Charlie said, "but she still might get uptight over being chased by a wolf like you this early in the game."
"Perhaps you have a point," Eddie laughed.
Leslie could tell from the way that Eddie was eyeing her that he was strongly attracted to her, and it made her feel a little uncomfortable. She kept thinking about her husband Bruce, who was more than likely talking to some bankers that very minute concerning his job. But here she was in a strange massage parlor watching Peggy, a lovely girl, massaging a man.
She watched Peggy's fingers go to work on Charlie's back, and as they manipulated over his back, Charlie reached up with his right hand and let his fingertips come to rest inside her mound.
"I'm going to play with that mound," Charlie exclaimed. "Oh, but that is a cute pussy."
"You should think that," Peggy chuckled. "After all, you fingered me enough times there."
"Oh, you're an absolute doll. Just let me know about when you're ready to shoot. About the time you're ready to cum, I'm going to get you down on that table and lick your pussy."
"Okay, that's all included in the price of the massage," Peggy laughed. "As a matter of fact, that's why I charge more for a massage than my major competitors. After all, I'm offering a man a lot more, isn't that true?"
"It sure as hell is," Charlie laughed. "Oh, I love these fingers going to work inside your pussy."
"Oh, that feels good," she smiled. "My slit has never felt better."
"Neither has my back," Charlie said. "It was a little sore from all that exercise today. All the bending over and all."
"If you got that way from eighteen holes of golf, then I guess you're out of shape baby."
"As a matter of fact I am," he nodded. "I use the golf cart between holes and still get tired."
"Maybe you've had too many massages and not enough exercise lately," Peggy laughed.
"You're certainly not running down you own business, are you?"
"No, it's probably just a case of not getting enough exercise with these wonderful rubs."
"I guess you're probably right," Charlie said. "Oh, it feels so good when you let those fingers of yours go to work."
"Your fingers aren't doing a bad job either," Peggy laughed.
All the while, Leslie and Eddie had their eyes remaining focused on what was going on on that rubbing table.
CHAPTER SIX
Now Charlie was really starting to get Peggy hot with all of those brisk finger movements.
And while he was fingering her mound, she in turn was providing him with tremendous massage movements over his back.
"Oh, I'm getting hot now," Peggy said, her body twisting and turning eagerly. "I guess I might need some hot tongue action now, baby. I really think I do."
"Okay, then you can turn loose of my back for a second, honey, and get on that table," Charlie said with a tone of urgency.
Charlie jumped up from the table quickly, throwing his arms around Peggy and guiding her downward onto the table.
"Now I'm the massage artist," he laughed, "only my massage tool is my tongue rather than my fingers."
"You did a pretty good job with your fingers earlier."
"I know I did, but now it's time for me to go on to something else. Now it's time for me to work that tongue of mine around your mound."
He reached out and spread her legs eagerly, then sank his tongue down there between them.
"Oh, I want to lick your mound," he said, "I've got to eat you, honey. I really want to eat that hot mound of yours. I'm going to make you shoot, baby, I really am."
"I know you are. You haven't failed yet, have you?"
"I guess I haven't."
"You never could with a jet-propelled tongue like you've got."
"Oh, so you really like it?"
"I really do. I enjoy massaging any man who will give me this kind of a pussy lick. It makes the whole thing worthwhile."
"I suppose it does, baby, I just suppose it does," he chuckled.
Leslie watched as Charlie reached out and let his fingers come to rest on Peggy's asscheeks.
He was manipulating his fingers around her buttocks, and all the while he was slipping that tongue inside her pussy.
"Eat me," she gasped, "oh, go down on that slit. Work that tongue around my hot slit, baby. I need that slit action. Oh, I need for you to lick me. Come on and drive that tongue, darling. Drive it like a whirlpool, baby. Ohhh, come on and slide it in baby, ohhh, I really want you to slide it in. Work it quickly, darling, ohhh, come on, baby."
Now he was working the tongue more quickly than ever, gliding it eagerly inside her hot nest.
Leslie could observe the pussy dew beginning to form down there inside her mound from the hot licking that her lover was providing.
"Ohhh, turn it loose, baby, turn that tongue loose," she exclaimed. "Work the tongue around there."
"Come on and eat her right up to her navel, Charlie," Eddie called out. "Come on, old boy, work that tongue, old pal. Come on and get her off, Charlie, get her off."
Now Charlie was pinching her asscheeks all the more excitedly as he kept on working that tongue of his fervently inside her blazing box.
She had already juiced a little, but had not quite made it to the big orgasm yet.
Leslie could tell that Eddie was getting more and more carried away just by watching the hot action that was taking place down there on that rubbing table.
"Eat her, Charlie, eat her mound," Eddie called out. "Go after her, old boy, go after that hot juice."
Leslie had to admit that she too was getting turned on just watching the action, even though she hated to make that kind of admission to herself. It meant that she could get excited by sex, even when it did not pertain to her husband Bruce. Previously she had thought that about the only way she could get excited would be through being around Bruce and having sex with him, but now she was able to recognize that that was definitely not the case. She found herself wishing that she could have her pussy licked by this hot man, who was doing such a convincing job on Peggy's pussy.
"Oh, come on and lick that burning mound of mine." Peggy exclaimed, now breathing heavier than ever. "Work that tongue of yours, Charlie baby, ohhh, pry all that juice loose. Pry that juice loose from my mound. Come on and lick me, darling, oh, go after that pussy of mine. Drive that hot tongue of yours. Ohhh, drive it fast, baby, ohhh, I want you to drive it. I want you to move that tongue, ohhh, honey, I want you to really move it. Drive it fast, baby, ohhh, drive it fast."
Now Charlie moved his fingers from her asscheeks to her breasts. He was letting his strong fingers sink into her nipples. She enjoyed that extra sensations as he kept on sending that darting tongue of his inside her hot mound.
"Ohhh, I'm just about there I'm just about there," Peggy gasped.
"Hang on, honey, you're going to juice," Eddie called out. "Get set, honey, get set for the big explosion."
As Charlie was continuing to play with her nipples, and was driving that tongue at a fiery pitch inside her mound, she finally heaved a loud sigh.
"Ohhh, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," she gasped. "Ohhh, this is great, baby, ohhh, it's fantastic. Eat my juice. Ohhh, come on eat every drop of that hot juice. Ohhh, I really love it, darling, ohh, I love that juice. Come on and go after it, darling, ohhh, come on and go after every solitary drop of it."
She was running her fingers eagerly through his hair as her pussy juices spurted inside of his hot mouth.
As he released his tongue from her mound, Eddie jumped up from the stool he had been sitting on.
"Let me have a shot at that pussy," he said.
"But she was rubbing me down," Charlie said.
"I'm so hot for it," Eddie exclaimed. "Just give me a shot at that mound of hers. Then she can finish up with your massage."
"Why not?" Peggy grinned. "As he said, I'm in the right position."
"Okay, just as long as he doesn't take too long," Charlie said. "I'm in the mood for a great massage."
"Let the guy have a thrill," Peggy said. "Okay, honey, bury that tongue in my pussy."
"Oh, don't worry, I will," he laughed.
Now he was really working that tongue of his fervently inside her mound.
He didn't even start out at a slow tempo, such as Charlie had. He was just too horny to taste her juices.
"Ohhh, are you ever a tiger," she chuckled. "Come on and drive that tongue, baby, ohhh, are you ever sending it inside that burning mound of mine. I really love what you are doing, sweetheart. You're a fantastic pussy artist. Ohhh, you both are. Your both so great when it comes to turning those tongues of yours loose inside my mound. Come on and go after my juices, dear, go after that hot juice. Come on, baby, and eat me, ohhh, eat me, darling, go after it."
Now he was letting that tongue of his manipulate like a trigger around her hot mound, covering every burning crevice of her pussy.
As he did so, he reached out and slapped her asscheeks affectionately.
"Ohhh, I like that way you're playing with my asscheeks," she said. "I've got cute buttocks, don't I, honey? Of course I do, and you love to slap them. Oh, keep on licking me, darling, ohhh, just keep that tongue moving. Ohhh, I love what you're doing. That tongue of yours is just like a trigger. Come on and keep working it, baby, come and keep working it fast."
Now he was darting effectively over that mound, pushing her ever closer to the precipice of orgasmic relief.
He could hardly wait to taste her, and it was with that thought in mind that he kept on burying that hot tongue of his in her furnace-like pussy.
"Oh, you've just about got me there," she said, her legs quivering eagerly. "Keep up that hot tongue action, baby. Oh, keep on driving that tongue of yours. Come on and work it, darling, oh, I need you to work it. Work that tongue over that mound. Drive it fast, darling, ohh, drive it fast. Come on and lick me, ohh baby, come and tongue that hot mound of mine."
Now she could hold on no longer. At that particular point the juices began to spurt out of her pussy and into his mouth.
"Oh, she's going, she's going," Charlie said. "Fuck him in the mouth, baby, fuck him in the mouth. Shoot those juices into his mouth, just like you shot them into mine. Ohhh, what a beautiful sensation that is. It's so great to eat a beautiful chick."
Now Eddie released his tongue from her hot mound.
"Thank you for letting me ball her for a little bit," he laughed. "Now she's all yours again."
"Thank you," Charlie said.
Eddie got up from the table, as did Peggy.
Peggy waited with her hands on her hips for Charlie to lie back down on the rubbing table.
"This time you can lie on your back if you want to," she said.
"That's a good idea," he said. "That way, when you're massaging my legs, I can play with those breasts of yours."
"You certainly can. If there's one thing that you're good at doing, baby, it's playing with my tits."
"How about licking your mound?"
"Oh yes, I forgot to give you credit there. You're fantastic when it comes to licking my mound."
"All I need is a little bit of praise," he chuckled. "You'll find it goes a long way."
"Oh yes," Peggy nodded, then looked over at Leslie and smiled. "You heard what he said. He wants his ego massaged a little too. That's one thing that a lot of massage girls don't know. It's just as important, if not more so, to massage a guy's ego as it is to massage his body.
"I never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," Leslie said.
"Of course she is, baby," Eddie smiled. "You know, Peggy, if this chick does go to work for you, I would like to immediately sign up."
"Okay, I suppose that you can become a regular of hers, provided that she agrees," Peggy said. "But does that mean that you don't want me anymore?"
"Peg old girl, I'd like to have you both at the same time," Eddie said, "that would be my idea of heaven."
"Oh, do you ever have a line," Peggy laughed.
"It's not a line, honey, it's just a manifestation of the truth."
"Have it your way, dear," Peggy shrugged.
Now she was going to work on Charlie's body once more, reaching out with her sturdy fingers and letting them come to rest on his thighs. She was running those fingers up and down his legs, supplying him with tremendous movement.
At first he just laid back there and smiled, enjoying the movements that she was supplying. But soon he decided that he wanted more, so he reached up with both hands and began to glide his fingers around her breasts.
"Oh, love those tits," he laughed. "I really love sinking my fingers into them. This is such a great sensation. Oh, it feels good doing this."
"Just keep it up, baby, because you're going to get that much better a massage for me when you do it."
"I guess that's true," Charlie said. "One type of beautiful friction creates another."
"Of course that's true," Eddie said. "I guess you call that a chain reaction massage."
"That's very good," Peggy laughed. "I'll have to remember that one. A chain reaction massage."
"Maybe you ought to put that in the ad you run in the underground newspaper," Charlie said.
"No, I like the idea of playing it a little more conservatively and secretively, like I do."
"Well, maybe you've got a point there."
"Of course I do," Peggy laughed. "Doesn't my success speak for itself?"
"Oh, honey, you're right on," Eddie said. "You're great. You had a great girl in Lois. But this chick Leslie. Oh, is she something else. You've just got to talk her into working for you."
"She's got a mind of her own, and if she wants to, well that's it," Peggy said. "If she doesn't, well, then there's nothing I can do about it."
"At least do a good job of trying to entice her," Charlie quipped.
"I'll certainly do my best," Peggy said. "I think that she would be a definite asset to this place."
"Yes, she definitely would be," Charlie laughed. "That's like saying that O.J. Simpson is an asset to the Buffalo Football Team."
"Yeah, I guess that's a good analogy," Peggy chuckled, "this girl could really make this place take off in an even bigger way than it has."
"You're so right," Charlie agreed.
Leslie couldn't help but be impressed over the fact that she was receiving that many accolades from two handsome, discreet men. It was showing her that she could go elsewhere aside from her own home and have plenty of fun if she so desired.
Now it was just a question of whether she would want to go that particular route. The longer that she observed what was happening in that massage parlor, the more excited she couldn't help but become.
It would be great, she thought, to be removed from those hours of boredom that she always spent at home when her husband was away on business.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The longer that Peggy massaged Charlie's legs, the faster he in turn massaged her breasts.
Now Leslie could see that Charlie was getting definitely hot, even hotter than before, and his legs were trembling noticeably as that finger activity continued.
"Oh, you're doing a great job on those legs of mine," Charlie said. "But look at my middle leg. That's where the real action is, baby. Just take a look at me down there. Oh, I'm hot down there, honey, I really am."
"So I see," Peggy giggled. "You really do have a hard on."
"And guess who it's for?"
"I guess I figure in there somewhere."
"Oh, do you ever. You're going to have to start jerking me pretty soon."
"Just say the word. Is that the way you want to go off today?"
"Oh yes," he said. "I want that magnetic massage of yours. I want those dynamic fingers of yours to play with my penis and balls."
"I guess that you could have an orgasm that way if you wanted to."
"You're damned right, baby, that's how I need it."
"All right, darling, then I'll give it to you that way. Just say the word."
"Keep up the movement on the legs for just a little bit."
"Okay, you're the boss."
"Oh, but you really take charge of those fingers of yours," Charlie swooned. "You really got talent movement in them. Ohhh, yess, I really like that."
Now Charlie was closing his eyes and enjoying all those hot movements with exhilaration as she kept on working those fingers of hers with consummate skill over his legs.
All the while his fingers were busily employing themselves on her breasts, moving with great anxiety over her tits and nipples.
"Oh, now I'm just too hot down there," Charlie exclaimed. "Ah, baby, I need those fingers of yours on my cock. Move them on my cock move them on my balls, oh, I need that action. Oh, I'll tell you something, all during the golf game I thought about going off with you, honey. I need that magnetic massage. Get those fingers of yours working. Get the fingers working on my cock and balls. Get them working fast."
"Okay, darling, that's exactly what you'll get," Peggy chuckled.
Now she removed her fingers from his legs. They were still trembling like two huge tree trunks as she worked her fingers of her right hand over the tip of his flaming penis.
"You like that?" she looked at him and smiled.
"You're damned right he likes it," Eddie laughed. "He likes it like breathing. I dig it too, baby."
"Oh, that feels so good," Charlie exclaimed. "Just keep those fingers of yours moving, darling. Keep up those brilliant finger movements. Oh, honey, are you ever great."
"I'm just getting warmed up."
"I know you are. That's the way I like to see you do it. You're getting warmed up gradually. You're stringing things out, baby, and that's the way I dig it. Ohhh, I really dig it that way. Come on, honey, work those fingers, ohh, come on and work them. I love it, darling, ohh, I love those sensations you're supplying me with."
"What do you think about that, Leslie?" Eddie looked over and grinned at Leslie.
"There you go making passes at Leslie again," Charlie said.
"Can you blame me?"
"I guess not," Charlie laughed.
"It looks very erotic," Leslie said.
"Yes, honey, and the minute you start to work here, I want some of that kind of action from you. Oh, are you ever gorgeous. Look at those legs of yours. Look at those tits of yours. You're too much, honey."
"Now stop hustling, Leslie," Peggy laughed. "As I pointed out before, she isn't an employee here yet."
"If I have anything to say about it, she sure as hell will be," Eddie said.
"That's still her decision to make," Peggy said.
"Okay, okay, I guess I'll have to accept that," Eddie laughed.
Eddie's eyes then switched to the sight that was occurring on the rubbing table, where Peggy was now beginning to settle into the finger movements even more than before.
Whereas earlier she had been working those fingers of hers just over the very tip of his hot penis, now she was extending her movements over Charlie's huge erection.
"Oh, now you're working the fingers around the base of my cock," Charlie exclaimed. "I really like that, baby. You really know where it's at, honey. Come on and keep up those beautiful movements. You really know what you're doing. Oh, honey, keep that up. Oh, baby, that's good. Oh, is that ever good. Drive those fingers of yours around there. Come on and start working the fingers of your other hand around my balls, sweetheart. Those bulging balls of mine need some sensations too. Oh, they're already bulging so much, oh, they're already so hot. Come on and work those fingers of yours around them."
"Oh, I could never leave out those flaming balls," Peggy laughed. "Okay, baby, I'll give you that action too."
"Oh, sure you will," Charlie gasped. "Come on and work those fingers up and down my entire cock. Drive those fingers, baby. Come on and work them. Oh, work them fast. Drive those fingers around there, sweetheart. Oh, now you're giving it to my balls. Oh, that I love, darling, oh, I love those movements."
Now Leslie observed that Charlie's body was squirming more anxiously than ever as she kept up those sturdy movements over his balls.
She was sinking her fingertips against his testicles, letting the action mount within him as she worked her fingers of her other hand around the base of his cock.
Now she was letting the fingers work up and down the entire base of his rod, providing him with the ultimate in finger satisfaction as she pushed him that much closer to the orgasm that she knew was about to occur. "Oh, darling, those fingers of yours are just plain too much," Charlie exclaimed, "Just keep on working them, honey. Oh, come on and drive those fingers. Drive those hot fingers over my cock and balls. Come on and work them, sweetheart, oh, I really want you to work them. Drive them fast baby, oh, I want you to drive them. Come on and work them quickly, baby, oh, work them over my cock and balls."
Now she was really manipulating those fingers, pushing them so fast and so freely that he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. She was just too good with those finger movements. She was so good, in fact, that he recognized that there was no way that she could keep up that kind of action for very long without him having to explode his juices.
"Oh, I'm set to shoot," he gasped, his asscheeks wiggling as he lay there on his back on that rubbing table. "Just keep those finger movements, baby, just keep them up for a little while longer. Oh, you're giving me so much in the way of beautiful action. Oh, these wonderful sensations, baby, I love it. Oh, I love what you're doing for me. Keep those fingers going, darling, oh, keep them moving over my cock. Keep them moving over my balls. Oh, darling, this is too much. This is just plain too much to believe. Keep on working those fingers, darling. Ohhh, keep on working them."
She kept up those brisk strokes for several more seconds, after which he finally gasped: "Oh, I'm there, I'm there. Oh, here it goes, here it goes."
Leslie and Eddie were watching closely as the hot white juice spurted out of the end of his penis and hit the floor. It was a huge spray, and as it bolted out of the end of his rod, he heaved a loud sigh.
"Ohhh, I'm there, I'm there. I'm there," he exclaimed. "Oh, what terrific finger movements. Oh, baby, you are great, darling, oh, were you ever great."
Now Peggy released her fingers from his cock. "I hope that that was a good rub down," she looked at him and smiled. "Oh, kiss me, darling."
He leaned forward and let her lips plunge devastatingly against his. The lips remained locked for several seconds, after which Peggy withdrew them.
"Oh, baby, you're so great," Charlie said, getting up from the table.
"Sure, honey, that was a fantastic massage."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Peggy smiled, looking over at Leslie. Than she switched her eyes to Eddie. "Okay, Eddie baby, do you feel like a stud right now?"
"Look down between my legs."
"It looks pretty hard down there."
"You're damned right it does. Doesn't that answer the question about feeling like a stud?"
"Oh yes, you guys were like a couple of stud bulls. I guess that your wives ought to keep you both penned up."
"No they shouldn't," Eddie said, getting up from his stool and walking toward the rubbing table. "If that ever happens, then you know damn well that we wouldn't be able to get out and come over here."
"Oh all right, I guess you've got a point there," Peggy laughed. "Okay, baby, get on your stomach. I'll give you a great massage."
"You know where I like to get it."
"I know. You like for me to work those fingers of mine around your asscheeks."
"That's right," he nodded, lying down on his stomach. I love the buttocks action. I know that you're just the girl that can supply it."
"I'm very flattered."
"Of course you should be," Eddie laughed. "You should be flattered over the fact that you've got two handsome successful guys like Charlie and me to massage."
"I suppose that's true."
Now she worked those fingers of hers vigorously around his asscheeks. She started massaging at a very vigorous pace, and Leslie once more took in the action.
While she was beginning to massage Eddie, Leslie observed Charlie walking over toward the lockers. He opened one of them and took out his clothes, beginning to dress. Every now and then, however, he would turn and watch the steadily unfolding action on the table.
"Give it to him, baby," Charlie encouraged Peggy. "Hey, you've really got what it takes, Peggy. You really know how to get this guy going. Oh, you're really turning him on."
"Do you think so?" Peggy said.
"Of course," Eddie said. "Yeah, honey, you're absolutely great. You're really working those fingers of yours around there. Oh, those asscheeks of mine are feeling fantastic. You really know how to gave me some great sensations. Oh, honey, just keep up that action."
"I'm not going anywhere, baby."
"Ah, honey, I want to go all the way with you today," Eddie said. "But first of all just keep up those movements over my asscheeks. It feels so damned good when you're doing that. That's what I call fantastic action. Oh, that's great action, darling. Oh, baby, you're so great. You really know where it's at when it comes to this finger activity."
Now she was really bearing down, allowing those fingers of hers to work eagerly around his back.
"Okay, you can turn over now," she said abruptly, removing her fingers from his asscheeks.
"Okay, baby, are you going to massage my cock now?" he asked.
"Is that what you want next?"
"Yes it is. I got so horny watching my old buddy over there get the same treatment."
"All right, that's reasonable enough to request."
Leslie watched with great anticipation as she observed Peggy go to work with those fingers of hers over Eddie's hard cock.
She was working the fingers at a swift pace, providing him with the ultimate in satisfaction with every move that she put forth.
"Oh, just keep that up," Eddie gasped, "if you only knew how horny I was right now, baby. I want you to keep up that hot action, darling. Oh, come on and keep it up, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and move those fingers of yours. Oh, honey, you're doing such a great job."
Now she was working the fingers more briskly than ever, and as she did so she began to work the fingers of her other hand around his flaming balls.
"Oh, are these testicles ever bulging," he laughed. "Come on and work those fingers of yours around them, darling. Oh, that I call really great action. I love that, honey. I really love what you're doing. Come on and work the fingers around my cock, work them around my balls, keep up that hot action. Keep up that fantastic action. Oh, the sensations are multiplying, baby, oh, I feel so great, darling, oh, so very great."
Now Eddie was really beginning to become unglued under the sharp finger attack of beautiful Peggy.
His whole body was quivering, and now those legs of his were shaking in the same manner that Charlie's had earlier. If Peggy had had her way, she would have given him the leg massage first, but when she saw that Eddie was that hot for the finger movements around his cock and balls, she recognized that it would not be a good idea to put him off.
"Keep up the finger action," Eddie exclaimed. "Just keep those fingers going, baby. Oh, keep it up over my cock, keep it up over my balls. Oh, darling, you're so great."
"It makes a girl feel good to get compliments like that," she laughed.
"You deserve them, darling, oh, do you ever deserve them," Eddie said. "Come on and work the fingers, darling, oh, keep on working them."
Now Eddie was so excited that he knew he would have to be getting his cock off very shortly. Leslie wondered what he would be requesting next.
She didn't have to wait very long to find out, since a very hot, highly excited Eddie finally gasped: "Oh, go down on me," he said. "Oh, darling, come on and lick my cock. Come on and start that tongue action going. Oh, tongue me, baby, oh, tongue my hot cock. Oh, tongue my cock, play with my balls. Oh, come on, darling, and work the tongue around, work the balls around, oh, baby, do it, do it."
Now she quickly released the fingers of one hand from his cock, letting her head drop down there between his legs.
"Ohhh, go down on me, baby, go down on me," he exclaimed.
"Be patient, baby," Peggy laughed, patting him on top of the head.
"How can a guy be patient when he's as horny as I am? Oh, honey, come on and go down on me. If you don't come on and work that tongue of yours around my cock. Work that tongue around my cock, play with my balls, oh, I need you, darling. Oh, I need your tongue licking. I need you to blow me."
By that time Charlie had finished dressing, and was sitting down on the stool where Eddie had previously sat.
"Isn't this exciting?" he looked over at Leslie and asked.
"Yes, very erotic," Leslie nodded.
"It just shows you the kind of action you can get if you play your cards right and come to work around here, baby," Charlie said.
Then both Leslie and Charlie switched their attentions over to the activity that was going on on the table.
The hot licking was going on in full swing, and as Peggy worked that tongue or hers around the tip of his flaming penis, She let her fingers play toy with Eddie's balls.
"Oh, I like the ball sensations," Eddie said. "Just keep up those movements, darling. Oh, I want you to keep licking me. Oh, come on and keep working that tongue of yours around my cock. And while you're doing that keep playing with my balls. Oh, honey, those sensations are superb. Keep all that up baby, oh, keep it up. I love the way that tongue of yours is working. Come on and drive it, darling, of, come on and drive it. Work that tongue around, baby, oh, come on and work it."
While the tongue was manipulating over Eddie's hot cock, she worked those fingers devastatingly around his balls. The combination action was just too much for him, and soon he was on the very verge of orgasm.
"Just a few more strokes," he gasped. "Come on and work that tongue of yours around there, baby. I can't take much more of this hot action. Oh, honey, it's too much, oh, it's just too much."
While the tongue was whiplashing its way feverishly over his hot cock, he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. His fingers were trembling as he let them run through her hair. He was so hot that he didn't know what to do.
"Oh, keep licking," Eddie gasped, "Come on and keep blowing me, baby. Oh, come on and use that cock like it's a lollipop. Work the tongue around it, darling, oh, work the tongue around my hot cock. Come on and drive that tongue, baby, oh, drive it fast, baby. Oh, work it. Oh, work my cock.-darling, oh, work it fast. I need that hot cock action. Oh, do I ever need it. Come on and drive the tongue, darling, oh, work it."
Now he was at the point where he could no longer hold back those hot juices, which were ready to erupt inside her hot mouth.
"Oh, eat it, eat it," he exclaimed. Come on and swallow those juices. Oh, baby, come on and swallow them. Oh, come on, baby, eat my cock. Eat those cock juices. Come on and swallow that hot cock juice."
Leslie watched closely as the stream of hot white orgasmic liquid shot out of the end of his huge rod and poured voluminously into her waiting mouth.
Eddie felt a tremendous sense of relief, and his legs were trembling faster than ever as the sea of white volcanic orgasmic lava shot unrestrainingly inside her waiting mouth.
"Oh, you're eating it, baby, you're eating it," he gasped. "It's delicious stuff, honey, go after every drop, oh, go after every drop of the hot cock juice."
Peggy managed to accomplish just that, not losing so much as one solitary drop of his penis juice, as she gobbled it up with great eagerness.
"Oh, what a blow job artist, you are," Eddie complimented her, "come on, honey, go after every drop of that load. Oh, I know you love it, baby, and I love giving it to you."
Now Leslie was so hot that she only wished that she had a hard cock to go down on. But no, she couldn't do it with those men. That would be disloyal to her husband Bruce.
But the more she thought about going to work for Peggy, the more enchanting the whole idea appeared to become.
She wondered if she was losing her marbles or something. It just wasn't like her to be thinking in those terms, but when she saw the sensations that Peggy had given those two men, and the sensations that they in turn had given her, she couldn't help but feel impressed by the whole set up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Following the massage activity, the two girls got into Peggy's car and drove back to her office.
"We'll discuss everything there," Peggy said.
On the ride back to Peggy's office, Peggy asked Leslie a number of questions about her marriage and about how much of the time her husband was gone.
"He seems to be gone forever," Leslie said, with obvious pessimism.
"Then maybe you need a little activity while he's gone," Peggy smiled. "A little outside action."
"Who knows, maybe I do," Leslie shrugged.
They arrived back at Peggy's office, settling immediately into conversation.
"How about a cup of coffee?" Peggy asked.
"Yes, that would be fine,"
"I could use a cup myself. Just a second, dear, and I'll fix it."
She fixed two cups of coffee in the other room, then walked back to the office with them.
Leslie took a long sip from the hot coffee, after which she sat attentively, waiting for Peggy to initiate the conversation.
"Okay, you're hired if you want to work for me," Peggy said. "You know, it's very important for me to have any girl that is thinking about working for me watch an actual episode. Some of them, if you can believe such a thing, get disgusted and find it revolting. Well, obviously, if they're that prudish, then they shouldn't be working for me, should they?"
"No, that's no business for a prude."
"That's right. Of course, most of the girls who call in as a result of seeing the ad in the underground paper are not that type. But a number of them just can't cut it as far as attractiveness is concerned. A girl has to have a certain amount of class, and ability to talk with these guys. They might kid around about liking dumb women if they can do anything with them, but don't believe it for a second. They want a pretty shrewd, sophisticated girl who can match quips with them. And they want somebody who's gorgeous and has a beautiful figure."
"Would I have to be doing the massaging naked just like you did?"
"Oh yes, that's part of the deal," Peggy said. "As a matter of fact, it's an integral part of the whole operation. These guys, as I told you, are paying top money, and they want to really let themselves go."
"How many hours would I be working a week?"
"It depends on how much time you can spend."
"I'll tell you something right off," Leslie said. "I would be afraid to chance it at all while my husband was home. I could only do it while he was out of town."
"Well, I am going to get another girl too," Peggy said. "You see, with business booming the way that it is, and with all kinds of offers from new members based on hearing things from their friends, I need two more girls. So here's the way I would have to do it. I'd have to balance your schedule around. Very often, though, these guys are accommodating. They'll allow us latitude in setting up the schedule."
"That's good."
"I can assure you that they allow plenty of latitude in the case of somebody like you. I could see the way that Charlie and Eddie were going gaga over you. I can't say that I'm that surprised. You really are a stunning hunk of woman."
"Thank you," Leslie said, smiling with a little bit of embarrassment.
"Oh, you really are. You're a great gal, Leslie. I think you'd fit in beautifully. Now, I think that we ought to work it this way. You can just call in the telephone exchange and let me know the schedule. The message will get back to me immediately and I'll go to work accordingly. See, guys like Eddie and Charlie are not that eager to praise just any woman. When I see them getting going that berserk over you, I know that you're definitely a winner."
"I really would like to give it a try. But I'll tell you something. I might find I don't like it. I don't really know how I'm going to react. I've got to be truthful and tell you that."
"Certainly," Peggy said. "I am as aware of that as you are. Don't forget, I've been in this business quite a little while. No, a girl doesn't really know how she's going to do at a job like this till she actually gets in there and starts trying it. So that's why I put the girls all on a trial basis for a little while. That way they find out fast just how well they're going to do on the job. If they can't cut it, they find out soon enough."
"Well, that's the type of situation I'd like to be in," Leslie said. "I'd like to be on a trial basis."
"It works that way automatically," Peggy explained. "Everybody's on a trial basis in the beginning here, dear. Then they settle into the situation later."
"I see."
"That's the way that it works."
"We were talking about money before. I'd like to hear more about it," Leslie said.
"Very well. You have any idea what those two men were paying today?"
"Charlie and Eddie?"
"That's right."
"I have no idea."
"You wouldn't even care to make a guess?"
"Well, thirty dollars a piece?"
"Oh, my dear," Peggy threw her head back and laughed. "You really don't know the score about these things. Heavens no. They were paying one hundred dollars each."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Oh no. Remember, I'm not running just any massage parlor. I'm giving a massage and I'm giving them sex kicks. Where can you get that unless you're actually going to pay? Particularly when it involves beautiful women."
"You have a point there."
"Of course I do. No, they're paying one hundred dollars a piece. A lot depends on just how much a guy wants. I've got a set-up with them whereby they can more of less name their kicks. I mean, if they want me to go down on them, that's exactly what I do. If they want me to play with their asscheeks, I do that. We've got this understanding, and their willing to pay the price for that kind of action."
"One hundred bucks. If I got somebody for one hundred bucks, what would you take out of that?"
"I would take thirty."
"Which would leave me with seventy."
"That's right. Here's what the pay scale generally runs. It runs anything from fifty to one hundred dollars. But most of our men are one hundred customers."
"That means that they like to call the shots."
"That's precisely correct," she said. "So just get ready. I hope that you and your husband aren't afraid to experiment in a lot of different sex acts. I mean, if you're accustomed to that type of thing on your own marriage bed, then it will be that much easier for you to adjust to a situation like that around here."
"Well, I mean, we sixty nine. I go down on him an awful lot, and he really likes eating my box."
"I don't blame him one bit," Peggy smiled. "But those are really very common acts, honey, particularly by our standards. You certainly couldn't call them way out or anything like that."
"No, I guess you couldn't," Leslie laughed. "A lot of people would, but you certainly wouldn't. And the men that patronize the massage parlors certainly wouldn't. Well, anyway, we do that. He likes to shove his rod into my box. We do that most of the time."
"That would be considered a very common act by the standards of the men in the place," Peggy said.
"I don't know if I'd like the idea of a guy shoving his rod into me."
"We have a special understanding for that," she said. "If any of our one hundred dollar customers want to go that route, then it costs them another one hundred."
"In other words it costs two hundred dollars if they get so carried away that they want to fuck a girl in her pussy."
"You've put it accurately, my dear. That's just the way it is."
"Well I'm not too familiar with some of these way out acts. What exactly are you talking about?"
"Well, there's one thing that they definitely like. They like to be fingered off, like I did to Charlie. Very often they like the idea of the chick going down on them. I hope you wouldn't mind that."
"I guess I could probably get used to it. I really don't know. At first I was turned off when I saw you doing that, but later I got so excited I wished that I was doing it myself."
"So there you go," Peggy said. "I have a hunch that you're going to fall right into this. I think this kind of action is going to fit you like a glove, honey. You're a very sexy woman. For one thing, you're beautiful. You've got a beautiful face and a beautiful body, and that means that you are going to be complimented a lot. The more you're complimented, the greater the feeling of pride you're going to have in what you've got, in your sex equipment. And you're also going to be complimented by some of the top men in this area. So that's not going to hurt either. No, honey, I think you're going to fall right into this beautifully."
"You might be right. I just don't know. But things have been happening so fast. As I said, I called up mainly out of curiosity. It was kind of a joke in the beginning. But now I'm developing quite a curiosity about this whole thing. I really like the sound of the whole idea."
"I think you're developing beautifully, honey. Okay, if you'd like, you can start work tomorrow."
"Gee, that's kind of early."
"Well, your husband is away, Isn't he? I believe that's what you told me."
"Yes I did."
"Then there's no time like the present is there?"
"I guess you're right. As I said, I'd like to focus my efforts on this mainly when he's gone."
"Of course you would. I think, however, that you could also do some work during the day while he's at the bank. Isn't that right?"
"I suppose so. Once I get my schedule down and all."
"Of course, honey. As I said, I'm going to give you a nice trial run. We're going to see how you work out at this."
"Thank you very much."
"You're quite welcome."
"Do you have any idea who my first customer will be?"
"I could hazard a guess," Peggy smiled.
"You could?"
"Yes I could. I have a hunch that either Eddie or Charlie are going to want some action."
"You mean after seeing me today and all."
"That's right. They don't usually get that excited over a new girl. They both dug Lois quite a bit, but they weren't all that turned on in the beginning. She turned them on with the way that she was able to manipulate her tongue and other things. She had a cute ass, and they really loved to play with it."
"I'll bet they did."
"Oh, those guys are both regular cards."
"They sure seem like it."
"Oh yes. As a matter of fact, my dear, if you don't mind, I'd like to tell you something. Just between the two of us."
"What's that?"
"Lois and I had a little something going," Peggy smiled. "That's why it hurt when she left me to get married. I really loved that girl. I can't tell you how many times I had that tongue of mine in her box."
"You mean you dig women?"
"Yes I do. That shouldn't shock you, should it?"
"I guess not. It's just that I've never known any lesbians."
"I'm not a lesbian," she exclaimed. "Didn't you see me give those two guys today a great sex job?"
"Yes I did."
"Well, if I was straight les, if I were a dyke type, then I wouldn't have been able to do that. I was able to give them great sex because I dig men. But I'm a sex connoisseur. I like to take my kicks where I find them. If it means having sex with a handsome man, then I'm all for it. But if a beautiful girl comes along, well, then I'm all game for that too. And I'll just tell you one thing. I'm very attracted to you, honey. I hope that maybe we can get together sometimes."
"I hope that isn't a part of the job," Leslie snapped. "I don't want to have sex with you. I'm sorry, it's nothing personal, but I'm a straight heterosexual and I don't want to make any changes."
"I hope you'll change your mind," she smiled.
"If this is a part of the job, then I'm sorry. I thought you wanted somebody to work for you, not to screw with you."
"Don't misunderstand me," Peggy said. "You do the job, and you're popular, which I am sure you'll be, then you can stay with me whether you have sex with me or not. I'm just saying that this is something I would like."
"But it's nothing you're going to insist on as a part of the job?"
"No, I won't do any insisting on that score."
"That's good."
"But don't be surprised if you find your inhibitions leaving you, baby, once you get into this routine."
"They more than likely will," Leslie nodded. "But I don't expect them to leave me that far. I don't expect that I'm going to want to have sex with you, even though you are a very good looking woman."
"Let's just let things happen as they do," Peggy smiled. "No honey, whether you want to have sex with me or not, I'm glad to have you aboard. I think that you're going to be a tremendous asset to business, and I only hope that you're going to be able to adjust to things."
"I can still hardly believe all that's happening," Leslie laughed. "When I answered that ad I didn't have any intention of going to work for you."
"I know, it was just a put on. But I guess you got fooled, didn't you?"
"Yes I did."
"Well, you live and you learn, don't you?"
"You certainly said a mouthful."
CHAPTER NINE
Leslie could hardly sleep that evening.
It really bothered her that she had gotten that turned on watching Peggy massage the two men at the parlor that day.
She wondered if she might not be cracking up as a result of the fact that she enjoyed it that much, and had even gone ahead and told Peggy that she would be glad to undertake some of the same type of activity.
She tossed and turned most of that evening, rehashing the events of the long day in her mind. So much had occurred in just a very short period of time. It all started with her seeing off her husband at the airport. That had really bugged her, since she had enjoyed the period of time that they had spent together to such a great extent.
Then something else had happened. She had gone out to lunch with her friend Judy Forbes, who had, more or less as a joke, given her a copy of an underground newspaper. Judy felt that she was a little bit of a prude, and was hoping to straighten her out.
So she had read the ads, coming across the one in question pertaining to the massage parlor activity.
So what happened? She responded to the ad, and even enjoyed the sex that she saw taking place between Peggy and the two men. Then she had gone even further and had committed herself.
She wondered if she should back out of the commitment. After all, there was no way that Peggy could force her to go through with something like that. If she didn't want to, then that would be it. She would be home free. That would be a much safer way to play it, she couldn't help but think, rather than to get involved in sex activity.
But the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't help but conclude that something about the body chemistry that had taken place between Peggy and the two men had left a profound impact on her. The impact was such that she had a strong curiosity streak about engaging in more sex.
So she awakened in the morning, then fixed herself some breakfast. As she finished breakfast she contemplated the thought of calling up Peggy and telling her that she was not, on second thought, interested in engaging in that type of activity for money.
"But before she could call Peggy, the telephone jangled and she answered it.
"Hello, this is Peggy," she heard Peggy's cheerful voice. "How are you, Leslie dear?"
"Oh, I'm fine," Leslie said, trying to make her voice sound a little stern, in that moment she remembered how big a pitch Peggy had made for her body that past afternoon at her office.
"I have some splendid news for you," Peggy said, retaining the cheerful tone of voice.
"What kind of news?"
"Your career is already off to a smashing start."
"You're kidding."
"No, dear, I might kid about a lot of things, but never about business. You remember Eddie, of course."
"How could I forget him?"
"He was the one who was doing all the drooling over you," she laughed.
"Yes, that's why I couldn't forget."
"He's not only willing to drool. He's willing to pay for the privilege."
"Which means?"
"He wants to have you alone this afternoon. I told him that it would cost him, since you weren't thoroughly broken in. And I told him that I didn't know just how long you would even want to stay on the job."
"So what did he say to that?"
"Oh, he said that he was very happy to pay the price. As a matter of fact, he's going to pay two hundred dollars."
"Oh no, you can't be serious."
"When that man wants to get his rocks off, he'll pay for the privilege. There's just one thing. He's going to make a few demands."
"You know, I'm not sure that I ought to go through with this deal," Leslie said.
"Why not? Eddie's a regular doll."
"I don't know if I'm cut out for this type of life."
"Haven't we been through that all before? I think that there's only one way you can find out, and that's by trying. Now, my dear, I am willing to give you one hundred and forty out of that two hundred dollars. I'm doing it because I want you to make a go of this thing. I think it would be great for business, and I'll do anything I can to help you along."
"I appreciate the fact you want to be generous."
"He'll pay me, and I'll have the money for you at the office."
"When does he want to get together?"
"This afternoon at one. Eddie has a theory about these things. He doesn't like to get together too late in the day. He likes to have sex when he still feels a little fresh."
"I see."
"He doesn't want me there, either. He wants to have you all to himself."
"Now I don't know but I'm going to go along with that," Leslie said. "After all, he is expecting an awful lot. I don't really know the man that well. He might just try and do all kinds of things that I wouldn't like."
"Oh no, he's not that kind of man. Believe me, you can take it from me."
"I'll tell you what," Leslie exclaimed, "I'll give it a try. I'll have sex with him. But if it doesn't work out this time, then count me out. And I'll tell you something else too. If he pulls anything that I think is too wild, then I'll just leave."
"He understands that."
"There's just one thing I have to know. Is he particularly violent?"
"No, not at all," Peggy said. "As a matter of fact, he's very much of a gentleman. Oh, he likes a few bizarre things. I'll tell you one act he likes. He likes to be tongued in various places on his body. But I don't think you'll mind that."
"It just depends on how intimate he wants to get. Anyhow, I'll give it a try."
"Fine. I'll give Eddie the key to the place. You meet him there at one o'clock. Do you remember how to reach it?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"Okay, then good luck, my dear. You meet me in my office this afternoon at five. I'll have your money for you then. I'm sure you'll do a thorough job of pleasing him."
"That's a debatable point," Leslie laughed nervously. "I'm still anything but confident about this whole thing."
"Now relax. Everything is going to be fine."
"I hope so."
"It will be."
"Fine then."
"Goodbye now."
"Goodbye," Leslie said.
Leslie hung up the phone, her head in a daze. She wondered if she had done the right thing. She still was anything but sure of herself. She couldn't figure out what was happening to her. All she knew was that new horizons were opening up before her. It was just a question of where it would all lead.
She felt so nervous during the morning that she could hardly do anything. Here she had an appointment with a man for purposes of providing him with sexual satisfaction.
At a few minutes before noon, just as she was getting ready to have a bit to eat before leaving for the one o'clock appointment, the telephone rang. Her heart began to palpitate and she hoped that maybe Peggy was calling her to call the whole thing off. Maybe Eddie couldn't make it.
"Hello honey," she immediately recognized her husband's voice.
"Oh, dear, how are you?"
"That's the question I wanted to ask you."
"Oh, I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine."
"What do you mean?" Leslie asked.
"By that I mean that you sound a little distant. I mean like, like you've got something on your mind. Something of great importance."
"Oh no," Leslie tried to cover for herself as fast as possible, "it's just that I didn't expect you to be calling at this hour of the day."
"I've got a little break between business conferences," Bruce explained. "Besides, my dear, I didn't get a chance to call you last night."
"I didn't think too much of that, since it was your first night away."
"But I wanted to call," he said. "After all, that's a pretty significant time, all things considered. Remember, darling, I know just how tough it is for you that first night with me gone. And don't think it isn't the same way from my end. I feel real terrible about leaving you, honey."
"The same goes here, baby. I mean, the place is so empty without you in it."
"Just bear with me again," he exclaimed. "I'm going to try and wrap this one up in a week."
"I sure hope you make it."
"I'll do my best."
"How's business going?"
"Oh, slow. A lot of plodding," he sighed, "but I'm sticking with it. I'll be okay."
"That's good."
"Well, I've got to run now," he said reluctantly. "You take care of yourself, honey. You hear?"
"I will."
"Goodbye now."
"They hung up at that point, and she heaved a sigh of guilt as she walked back into the kitchen.
She wondered if she was doing the right thing. It was terrible that Bruce had to call at that particular moment, just when she was anticipating going out and having sex with another man.
She fixed herself a steak sandwich for lunch, along with a milk shake. She then found that it was time for her to leave for her appointment.
She got into her car and drove nervously toward the massage parlor.
She tried the door, finding it open, realizing that Eddie was no doubt there.
Her hands were trembling and her heart was pounding nervously as she stepped inside the massage parlor.
"Hello there, babydoll," Eddie looked at her and smiled.
She looked his way. He was sitting on a bench totally naked, his penis long and hard.
"Hello, Eddie," she said nervously.
"Come on now," Eddie said. "Loosen up, sweetheart. Would you like a drink? I've got some bourbon in my locker."
"That might be good."
"I'm going to have mine straight. How about you?"
"I would appreciate it if you could mix it with a little water. I'm not much of a bourbon drinker, but I feel like I need a drink of something."
"Anything to loosen up the inhibitions in you, baby," he winked, getting up and walking over to his locker, removing a bottle of bourbon from it.
He poured some bourbon into two paper cups, one of which he handed to her.
"Here's to you, sweetheart," he winked.
"Yeah, you too."
"I don't like the fact that you're this nervous. Come on and loosen up, sweetheart. I want to have a good time with you. I'll bet those fingers of yours are just great. I can hardly wait for them to work their way over my body."
The liquor warmed her insides, and made her feel a little less timid about the act of sex with him.
"Okay, baby, why don't you take off your clothes now," Eddie suggested with a smile after they finished the drinks.
"I guess it's that time," she nodded.
"Don't think anything of this, baby. I'm a man, just like your husband. I've got the same desires, and I think a lot of you too, just like he does. Just because I don't know you as well and I haven't known you as long doesn't mean that I don't think a lot of you. So just remember that."
"I'll try too."
"Why sure. Like Peggy. I'd do anything for that girl. You know, I'd do as much for her as I would my own wife. I consider her like a member of the family. I like the idea of having a large family, and as far as I'm concerned you have a place in it if you want to be there."
"That is very nice of you," Leslie exclaimed, beginning to remove her blouse.
"I mean every word of it, baby."
He sat there perched on the end of that bench, watching beautiful young Leslie unbutton her blouse, then take it off.
"Okay, honey, now off with that bra," he exclaimed. "Take it off, baby. Take off that bra. I want to see those tits completely naked. Oh, honey, I want to see you completely naked."
Now she undid her bra, taking it off, and putting it down on a bench. The first moment that he laid eyes on her snowy breasts, he heaved a loud sigh.
"Oh, what tits you've got," he said. "You're great, baby. Oh, look at those ivory tits of yours. Oh, they look so soft, so smooth. I can hardly wait to run my fingers over them. I can hardly wait to get my tongue around them. Honey, you're something else. Now off with the slacks, darling. Come on and unzip those slacks. I want you to move those hips around while you're taking them off. Then you can get off your panties. Oh, darling, you look so great, so wonderful, oh, so superb."
It did boost Leslie's ego to a tremendous extent to see that this man was reacting to her in as obvious a manner as he was. With Bruce gone, she liked the fact that she was being praised by a handsome man.
Now she was manipulating those fingers with a little more confidence as she unzipped her slacks.
"Take off the slacks," he gasped. "Come on and remove them, baby. Come on and slide them down those beautiful hips of yours. Oh, I want to see those gorgeous legs. I want to see your juicy nest. I want to touch that mound of yours, darling, I really want to touch it. Oh, I want to tongue it. And I hope you got a beautiful tongue. If there's one thing that old Eddie boy likes, it's getting some beautiful tongue action, and I'll just bet that you've got a tongue that is superb. I'll just bet that that tongue of yours can really do the job. I just know that it can. It's going to have a fantastic time on my body."
Now she was sliding the slacks down her legs. As he began to observe her long, well-constructed stems, he became all the more excited.
"Wow, oh, honey, do you ever look good," he gasped. "Come on and get those slacks off, darling. Take them off, baby. Oh, I want you to take those slacks off. Then I want you to get out of those panties. I want you to remove those panties, sweetheart. Oh yes. I really look forward to you taking those off. Then I'm going to see that naked mound of yours. Oh, do I ever want to see it. It's such a beautiful nest, darling, such a moist, wonderful nest. I just know it will be."
Now she began to slide her panties down her legs. As he watched the silky panties come into contact with her flesh, he found that that hard penis of his was becoming more eager than ever.
"Oh, do you ever look great," he said. "Oh, now I can see that mound. Oh, baby, do you ever have a cute pussy. I know I'm going to sink that tongue of mine into it. Oh, the games we're going to play. We're going to have a great time together, sweetheart. You're going to find out that this is the grooviest way imaginable to make a living. You're going to find out that this is where it's at, sweetheart. Oh yes, you really are."
After she removed her panties, he called out to her.
"Come over here," he said.
She walked over toward Eddie and he reached out with his right hand, beginning to toy with her pussy. The longer he kept up the finger friction, the hotter she became.
"You like that?" he grinned.
"Oh, it feels so great."
"This is only a sample of what I'm going to give you."
"It's a very good sample."
"Sure it is, but this is just the beginning, baby. You just wait and see. I've got all kinds of wonderful things stored up for you."
"Oh, honey, I bet you do."
"Of course."
At that point he suddenly removed his fingers from her increasingly intensifying mound.
"Now I'll get on the rubbing table," he said. "The fun is all set to begin."
She watched as he stretched out on his stomach on the table.
"Come on over here, honey," he laughed. "The water's fine. And so is the cum."
CHAPTER TEN
The first thing that Eddie wanted was to have his buttocks massaged. So she exercised those fingers as diligently as she could, maneuvering them over his asscheeks effectively.
"Oh, I like that," he laughed. "Move those fingers of yours around my buttocks darling. Oh, Ohhh, what movements you've got. You're a natural at this, honey."
"That's what my husband said. I thought maybe he was putting me on."
"Oh no, nothing like that," Eddie exclaimed. "You're fantastic, darling. You couldn't be any better. Oh, honey, you're so good. You're so fantastic. Those fingers of yours. Ohhh, sweetheart, the way they move."
She kept up the systematic finger movements for several more minutes, after which Eddie exclaimed: "Okay, now I want you to stop."
She abruptly brought her fingers to a halt.
"Did I do anything wrong?" she asked.
"Not a damn thing," he said. "As a matter of fact, you did everything right. It's just that I want another act performed."
"What do you want to do now?"
"I want you to reach inside my locker and take out the belt which you'll find there."
She thought his request a bit strange, but was eager to please him, so she walked over toward his locker and removed a belt.
"What do you want me to do with this?" she asked, as she walked back to the table.
"I sure as hell don't want you to look at it," Eddie laughed. "I want you to slap me across the ass with it."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Oh no. That gives me great thrills. I like the idea of knowing that I'm getting my ass whipped by a beautiful chick. It really does something for me."
"What does it do?"
"It turns me on, sweetheart. It really turns me on in a big way."
"You get turned on by getting your ass whipped?"
"I certainly do. Now come on and wheel that belt. You can start out with one asscheek, then go over to the other one."
She reached out with the belt and tapped at his left asscheek ever so lightly.
"Come on now," he mildly complained. "You can do a hell of a lot better than that. Now I want you to give me a good solid crack, baby, don't tap on me so lightly. Come on and really let that belt go to work, baby. Come on and drive it against my asscheek. Drive it hard."
She let the belt go a second time, not particularly happy about what he was requesting. She didn't have a sadistic streak in her, and she thought it strange that he would be asking to have his ass whipped, but she was determined to comply with his request.
She provided a little more oomph the second time around when she let that belt come into direct contact with his asscheek. She could tell by the way that the belt was crackling that he was getting hit that much harder.
"That's a little better," he said. "But I want you to do it even harder."
"But your asscheek is getting red already."
"I don't give a damn if it bleeds," Eddie said impatiently. "Come on and cut loose, baby. I don't want you to spare a thing. Let that whip go, baby, let that belt go, baby. Come on and drive the thing against me. I really like the sensations. Believe me I do. Now come on and give it to my other asscheek, and give the hardest swat yet."
"Okay, you asked for it."
"Of course I'm asking for it. Now really swat me, sweetheart."
Now she reached out once more and let the belt land with crackling impact against his asscheek.
"Oh, now you're finding the range," he said excitedly. "Do that again, baby. Come on and really slam that belt against me. Really let it drive, baby. Come on and work that hot belt of yours around. Oh, baby, let it go."
She then worked the belt again, driving it systematically against his asscheek. She then started working the belt systematically from buttock to buttock.
"Nice, very nice," Eddie said, his body quivering with sexual excitement.
She didn't like the fact that his asscheeks were reddening that rapidly, but since he seemed to be so turned on by what she was doing, she kept up the steady movements.
After she had succeeded in getting his asscheeks good and red, he finally called her to a halt.
"Okay, you can stop now," he chuckled. "We're ready to go on to the next step of the act."
"Okay, what do you want next?"
"I want you to give me a tongue bath, baby, a great tongue bath."
"Where do you want me to start to tongue?"
"Just tongue around my buttocks to start with. They're nice and red, and I'll tell you something, baby. Half the fun of making them red and sore with welts is to have a beautiful girl like you put her nice juicy tongue down there and lick. You know, it's just like when you were a little kid and you wanted somebody to lick your wound for you. Maybe you did that yourself a lot of times."
"Yes I did."
"Then you know what I mean."
"I suppose I do. But this does strike me as a little bit irregular."
"Ah, only because you're not used to this type of thing," Eddie said. "After a while you start to take requests like this in stride. You'll really get used to this type of thing. Believe me you will."
"If you say so."
"I know so, darling. You're already adjusting so beautifully. Hell, you'll be doing a lot more adjusting. Now come on and work that tongue of yours around my buttocks. Start out by licking one, and let that tongue go to work for a long time. Then you can work the tongue over to the other one and do the same thing."
"Oh all right, I'll do that."
She started out by working her tongue magnificently over his left buttock. She timed her efforts in such a way as to let the tongue action accelerate at a gradual level, not too slow, not too fast.
"Oh, I like the way you're wheeling the tongue," he gasped. "Just keep up those tongue movements, darling. Oh, yes, you're doing a great job. Now move it a little faster. You can accelerate now. Oh, are you ever doing a beautiful job of accelerating. Just keep that tongue working over my asscheek. Oh, lick my butt, baby, it feels so good to have that tongue of yours working around it. Drive that hot tongue, baby, ohh, I really want you to drive it."
Now she was really beginning to manipulate that hot tongue over his buttock. The faster that she let that tongue go to work, the better that he liked it. Now his body was beginning to eagerly quiver, enjoying every stroke that she put forth with that systematic tongue of hers.
"Oh, keep it up," he said, "you're really driving me into ecstasy, baby. Oh, you're really a great tongue girl. Come on, tongue girl, keep up that fantastic action. Oh, do you ever know where it's at, baby, ohhh, you're going to be even better than Peggy. I can see it. You know, I can sense it from the very beginning. You're even going to be better than she is. That will take quite a bit of doing, but I wouldn't count you out at all. I know you've got what it takes. Ohhh, will you let that tongue roll. Come on and let the old saliva go. Oh, it feels so good down there now. I feel so much better now that you've been letting that tongue of yours move around my buttocks."
She kept up the systematic pace, enjoying the fact that he was so excited by what she was doing. This man, if anything, seemed to respond to her in even more vigorous and affirmative tones than her husband Bruce did when they were going through the act of lovemaking.
"Okay, now you can turn that tongue loose," he said. "We're ready to go on to the next stage of the action."
She released her tongue from his buttock.
"Okay, now I want you to lick my hairy chest," Eddie said, laughing as he turned over on the table. "You see, honey, I'm like an overgrown kid. There is nothing that I like better than some hot sex action. It makes me feel so good to get that kind of action. I dig it, baby, I dig you. Oh, do I ever love good hot sex. So come on, darling, and let's have some more fun. Let's really let things rip."
Now he was lying on his back, and his legs were spread. She could still see that huge erection that he had.
"Now start licking the chest," he said. "Lick that nice hairy chest. Oh, honey, that's going to get me so turned on. I know that you can do it. You can't get me turned on if anybody can. Oh, well, just look at the size of that cock. If you don't think I'm already turned on to you, then you've got another think coming. Cocks aren't that hard naturally, baby. They are that hot when somebody gets them turned on."
He was in such a high state of exhilaration that it made things that much more simple for her. Every time that she manipulated her tongue effectively down there at his chest, his whole body began to quiver that much more noticeably.
"Oh, work the tongue," he gasped, "come on and work it around my chest, baby. Oh, I love that tongue action. Come on and let the tongue go, baby, oh, yesss, you're really something. You know, I think you're about as good as Peggy right now, and you're only starting out. Oh, all we need to do is give you a little bit of time to develop. Oh, honey, let that tongue of yours go. Let those sweeping movements fly, baby."
Now she was manipulating that tongue at a vigorous clip, leaving a saliva bath around his chest.
"Okay, honey, you can let the tongue rest now a little bit," he laughed.
She lifted the tongue from his chest, looking to him and smiling.
"You're all right, baby," he nodded. "I didn't know just how you would react to all this. After all, it is new to you. But you've stuck with it like a champ. You're really something, baby. I kind of wish that Peggy was here. If she were, she would certainly be proud of you."
"I would hope so," she chuckled.
"You're really settling into this, aren't you?"
"Yes, I really enjoy it."
"Well, I enjoy the sex with you, baby. You're fantastic. Those fingers of yours were great too, but I'm so turned on that I really don't care too much about the massage. I mean, that was only a means to an end."
"Would you believe that's what I thought from the very beginning."
"I suppose so," he laughed. "Okay, darling, now you can go back to that licking again. Come on and drive that tongue of yours around my chest. And while you're doing it, I'll massage your hair. I'll run my fingers through it."
"That sounds pretty good."
"You're damned right it does. I can massage too,"
"I'll just bet you can."
"Bet your sweet little butt I can," he laughed.
Now she once more sank her tongue down there against his chest, and as she did so he ran his fingers effectively through her hair.
It made her feel good to know that those fingers of his were gliding ever so eagerly around her hair.
"Oh you've really got what it takes," he exclaimed. "Just keep that up a little longer. Then I'm going to have you remove that tongue of yours from my chest. But keep up the hot action. Oh, keep that beautiful tongue of yours driving. Oh, baby, this is too much. I really dig it. Oh, I really dig this action. Oh, honey, oh, I like it."
She kept up those swift movements until he reached a point where he decided that it would be best for her to withdraw the tongue once more.
"Okay, that'll do for a little bit," he laughed. "You can stop licking now."
She quickly removed her tongue."
"I hope that this was satisfactory."
"Oh, the action you gave me was beyond the call of duty," he quipped. "It was fantastic action. I liked every bit of it."
"I'm glad to hear you're that enthusiastic."
"Oh, just give me second to rest," he said.
"Why do you need to rest? I've been the one doing the licking."
"I need the rest just to cool off a little," he explained. "I was about to shoot my cock when you were licking my chest."
"You were getting that carried away?"
"Oh, very definitely."
"I guess I'm doing my job."
"Oh, baby, are you ever. I'm going to really put you through the paces, though. I hope you're ready to do even more."
"I'm game."
"Axe you ever, baby. You're as game as they come. That's why I dig fucking with you. There are just no hang ups at all."
"I'm surprising even myself," she chuckled.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Now Eddie was getting extra eager for some more action.
"I wish you'd do me a favor, baby, and start pumping on my cock," he said.
"You know I don't know if I'm as good at that as Peggy. I'm not as experienced."
"You're the type of girl that catches on awfully fast," he told her. "Remember, I told you that before. So you just start working those fingers of yours around the tip of it. Just work the fingers around the head of my cock. Work them real slow, baby, just settle into it."
"Like this?"
She reached out with her right hand and ran her fingers ever so slowly over the head of his penis.
"Oh, that's good," he nodded. "Isn't that thing erect?"
"That's what I call a hardon," she laughed. "You're damn right it is. I'm proud of that cock. Can you blame me?"
"No, I guess I can't."
"Of course not. It's a proud cock, baby. Any guy who is good at sex has pride in his penis. You can be sure of that. It's an invariable rule."
"I never really thought about it in that way, but I guess you're right," she said, continuing to let her fingers slide over his penis. "Yes, that's definitely true. A guy would have to have some pride in what he's doing."
"And the way he's screwing," Eddie laughed.
"So true, Eddie, so true."
"Now you can start working those fingers a little faster over my cock," he said. "Just settle into it, baby. Oh, work the fingers along that rod of mine. Nice and smooth, over the silky tip of my penis. Come on and work those fingers."
"Am I going fast enough now?"
"Yes, you're working the fingers much better now," he nodded. "Oh, honey, you really are. Come on and work those fingers real nice for me, baby. Oh, you're really doing the job now. You're working the fingers beautifully over my cock."
"I'm glad. I want to please you."
"I know you do. It makes me feel good to know that a beautiful girl like you is so eager to get the job done for me. Particularly when you were so uptight in the beginning."
"I was a little nervous."
"But not for long. You're really catching on, baby. Come on and work those fingers over my cock. Come on and work them real nice, baby."
"Oh, now I'm settling into it," she swooned. "I really like the finger action. Oh, darling, I really like that."
Back and forth she was maneuvering those fingers diligently over his penis.
The longer and the faster that she kept up those fervent movements, the better that he liked the whole thing.
"Okay, now work the fingers around my whole cock," he said. "I want you to extend the movements, sweetheart. Come on and extend those movements. Move those fingers up and down that hard stick of mine. Come on and play with that cock, darling, I know that you can give me just the right kind of sensation. Come on and work those fingers, darling, oh, I really want you to work on them. Come on and drive those fingers around my penis. Oh, come on, honey, you can really do it."
Now she was working those fingers more briskly than ever as she extended her actions to the entire length of his hard rod.
Up and down she worked those fingers sweepingly, letting them manipulate freely over his long hard instrument.
"Oh, that's real nice," he exclaimed. "Work those fingers nice and fast, darling. Oh, I like that, darling, keep it up."
Back and forth she leapt up the scorching pace, directing those fingers diligently up and down the length of his entire penis.
"Okay, now I want you to work the fingers around my cock and balls at the same time," he exclaimed. "I want you to move the fingers of one hand over my balls and the other over my cock. Come on and work things fast, baby, oh, I really want you to move those fingers. Come on and really let them slide, darling, oh, I really want you to let them slide. Come on and drive those ho fingers, baby, oh, come on and move them. Oh, now you're really doing it. Oh, I like the action you're supplying for me, baby. Oh, work the fingers."
Back and forth she was letting those fingers of hers go to work with supreme diligence over the huge erect instrument.
She liked playing with that cock, and the longer that her fingers moved sweepingly over it, the better that she felt about everything.
"Oh, work those fingers," he gasped. "Oh baby, now you're really doing it. Come on and let those fingers go. Oh, honey, you're fantastic."
Up and down she was working the fingers over his cock, and as she did so he moved his fingers through her hair.
She liked the way that he allowed his fingers to go to work in her hair, and all the while the action continued to unfold.
"Keep it up," he gasped, "oh, baby, I can't take too much more of this. But for the time being let's go. Let's keep it up. Come on and work the fingers over my cock. Oh, come on and work them over my balls. I like that action, baby, oh, do I ever love it. Come on and work those fingers oh, oh, come on and work them."
Back and forth she was continuing to allow those fingers of hers to operate unrestrainingly over his erect penis and his scorching balls. As he got more and more hot, she in turn permitted her fingers to slide that much more rapidly.
"Okay, now I want you to stop," he said abruptly. "I'm just about ready to shoot, baby. I just have to get you to stop."
"But don't you want to shoot?" she asked, a little confused as she removed her fingers from his rod and balls.
"I do, but not that way," he exclaimed. "I want you to lick my cock. I really want you to go down on that thing."
"I'm not sure if I'd be good at that," she said tightly.
"Come on now. Don't disappoint me at this stage of the game, honey. You've done such a beautiful job so far. I want you to continue doing a great job. I want you to continue this hot action. I want you to keep on working."
"But I don't know. I don't know you that well. I don't know if I'd do a good job on your cock."
"You let me be the judge of that," Eddie exclaimed. "Now just start working that tongue of yours around the tip there, baby. I want you to follow the same format that you did with your fingers. Start out nice and slow. Just let that tongue of yours move nice and smooth over my cock. Drag that lower lip of yours, baby, and let it slide nice and smooth."
"I guess I could give it a try."
"Of course you could," he said confidently. "We haven't come this far for nothing, baby. Everything else was a lead up to this point."
"I suppose you're right," she said. "I guess it does mean an awful lot to you to have me go down on you."
"It sure does," he said. "And it's going to mean a whole lot to you to get a mouthful of my hot juice. I'll bet that you would feel just great with a mouthful of juicy cum."
"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," she laughed.
"I'm just forewarning you, baby, that it's there," he said. "Now just start that tongue action of yours working, baby. You've got electricity in it, darling, that I know. All you've got to do is start employing it just right."
"I guess you're complimenting me so much that I can't say no to anything you say," she laughed a little nervously.
"Okay, I guess I can do that," she laughed. "As long as I'm going to go down on you, I might as well go all the way."
"Certainly, in life, particularly when it comes to sex, never settle for second best," he told her. "Now get that tongue working, Leslie. You're such a beautiful baby. Oh, it gets me so excited, just looking at that beautiful naked body of yours. Those breasts of yours. I'll tell you what. Once you finish up on my cock, I'm going to give you a fantastic tongue bath. I mean, it's going to stand you on end."
"That's supposed to supply me with a little incentive, huh?"
"Of course it is," he laughed. "I'm going to reward you, baby, for services rendered."
"But you're the one who's paying."
"That doesn't make a damned bit of difference. I want to reward you, honey, for a job well done. If you do a fantastic job on that cock of mine, then I'm going to do a great job all over your body. You gave me a fantastic tongue bath a few minutes ago, and I can reciprocate in kind. I can provide you with the same kind of beautiful sensations."
"That sounds good."
"Of course it does," he nodded, "but right now you've got to put that tongue of yours to work on my cock. Now come on and let it slide over the tip. I want you to really let the tongue move, baby. Let it drive, honey, oh, I really want you to let it drive. Let that tongue go to work, baby, oh, I want you to move it."
"Okay, I guess we're all set."
"You're damned right we are."
"Then I should start cutting loose."
"Oh yes, this very moment."
She lowered her head, heaved a sigh, then let her tongue go to work on the tip of his penis.
She made certain that she manipulated her tongue in just the way that he wanted her to. She let her tongue slide ever so slowly over the tip of his rod, letting her lower lip drag a little bit to provide him with the kind of extra sensation that he wanted.
"Okay, and now I want you to work those fingers around my balls too," he said impatiently. "I'm really getting hard now, baby, so I need your help all the way. Come on and work those fingers over my balls, darling. Come on and work the fingers of your right hand over my balls. Come on and go to work on it, baby, oh, I know you can do it. Come on and go to work on it, baby, oh, I know you can do it. Come on and slide that tongue around my cock. Oh, you're really doing a good job. Oh, baby, keep that up. Oh, I like what you're doing, darling, I really like what you're doing."
Now he was sliding his body back and forth, trembling with great excitement, as the tongue action was unfolding. Things were becoming very dramatic as she let her tongue slide over the tip of his cock.
"Ah, just keep that up, he gasped, "You're on the right track, baby. Oh, you really know where it's at, sweetheart. Oh, baby, darling, keep that tongue of yours working. Move a little faster now, darling, oh, just a little faster. You're really working that tongue. Oh, I like the way you're working it, darling, oh, it's just great. Come on and slide that hot tongue. Oh, slide it just right, baby, oh, work it real nice."
Now she was beginning to accelerate a little. He didn't even have to ask her to do it. It was just a natural occurrence. The longer that she worked that tongue of hers around his cock, the better that he liked it.
Now she was beginning to extend her movements beyond just the tip of his lengthy instrument. She was working that tongue up and down the entire length of the organ.
Back and forth that tongue was sliding, and as the activity continued, she was learning to enjoy it all the more.
Now the fingers of her right hand were sinking into his testicles, and every time that she tickled them, he became that much more aroused.
"Oh, I like that ball action," he said. "Move those fingers around those testicles, baby. Oh, move them, darling, come on and work those fingers. Oh, I like the finger movements, darling, and I like the tongue action. Come on and drive the tongue, baby, come on and play with the balls. Oh, I really like that. I really like what you're doing. Come on and move the tongue, oh, come on and move the tongue, come on and move the fingers. Oh, baby, you really know where it's at. You're great, I knew you would be, darling, oh, I knew you'd be fantastic."
Now he was really going to work, letting that tongue of his slide ever so eagerly up and down his hot rod.
As that was happening she continued to toy with his balls as well, which were beginning to swell as he drove that much closer to the supreme moment of triumphant exhilaration, that at which he would be exploding inside her mouth.
"Oh, I want to fuck your mouth," he said, "I'm going to fuck your mouth, baby. Come on and go after that juicy cum. Come on and go after that hot jissum. Go after the jissum, baby, come on and lick me, darling, oh, come on and lick. Come on and go after the hot stuff. I want it, baby, I need it. Oh, do I ever need to spurt inside that mouth of yours."
Now she was looking forward with great determination to experiencing his hot white orgasmic lava.
The longer that her tongue continued to sink against his flesh and maneuver skillfully up and down his lengthy peter, the more desirous she became to taste the hot fruits of her efforts, the just desserts, the spurting white cum from the end of his long rod.
"Eat me," he gasped, "come on and lick, baby, come on and mouth me, darling, come on and eat the juice. Oh, come on and eat my cock juice, baby, those testicles are going to spurt, darling. Oh, are those testicles ever going to spurt. The juice is going to fly, baby, you're going to want to eat it, darling, oh, yes, you're going to want to eat that stuff. Come on and swallow the juicy cum, b by, oh, you're really going to want that stuff. Come on and let the tongue slide, darling. Oh, yes, yes, oh, I'm just about there."
Now he reached out and began to play with her breasts and nipples. He grabbed hold of those breasts, working those fingers energetically over them.
"Oh, I like that," he gasped. "Keep that tongue twirling, baby. Oh, you know where it's at, honey, keep the tongue moving. Oh, keep it moving, keep up the pace. Don't slack off now, darling, you've just about got me there. Just a couple more of those searing licks and I'll be there."
Now she knew where things were at. It would only take just a few strokes on her part for he would be exploding the hot juices inside her mouth.
Now he was reaching out with those fingers of his, allowing them to manipulate over her tits.
He worked the fingers skillfully against her breasts for a while, then let the fingers come to rest on her nipples. He was squeezing and plunging his fingers against her nipples, and now she was being driven to the point of ecstasy.
She recognized just how much she was pleasing him, and pleasing herself, and was looking forward with great anticipation to swallowing every drop of his hot juice.
"Oh, eat me, eat me," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby, because I'm going to spurt. I'm going to spurt that hot juice inside your mouth. Oh, darling, it tickles. Oh, if you only knew how those testicles of mine felt right now. Oh, just look at them. They're bulging, baby, oh, and every time you feel them I get that much hotter. Oh, darling, this is fantastic. Come and work those fingers. Oh, you're really working them now, baby, I really love that."
Now those fingers of hers were working with systematic grace, and as for her tongue, it was blazing rhythmically over his long spear, which was moving that much closer to shooting. As his body began to quiver, she sensed that the time had arrived at which he would be unleashing his hot burning juices inside her mouth.
"Eat me, eat me, eat me," he gasped, "Oh, I'm there, baby, oh, here comes the juice. Come on and eat that hot jissum. Come on and lick my juices dry, baby. Oh, yesss, you're doing it."
He squeezed her nipples with great joy and satisfaction as the hot white juices spilled out of the end of his rod and into her mouth.
The hot juice kept on shooting inside her, and she stuck with every single drop of it, delightfully swallowing the droplets of white orgasmic liquid.
"Oh, what an orgasm," he laughed, as she finally removed her tongue from his cock.
"You really spurted."
"I guess that I did," he said.
"It tasted good too."
"I figured that it would," he nodded. "Now just give me a moment's rest. I want to catch my breath."
"I guess you have been through quite a lot."
"Yes, you brought me to that point," he laughed. "But I'll tell you something, honey. Once I am back and ready to go, I'm going to really put that tongue of mine to work."
"I'll just bet that you will," she said with anticipatory joy.
"Just wait, baby, just wait," he laughed, patting her affectionately on the asscheek.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"That's good, very good," he smiled.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I'm going to tongue you, baby, and I'm going to do a great job of it," Eddie promised.
"Do you want me to get on the table now?" she smiled. "I thought I was supposed to be massaging you, but I really won't mind if you want to turn the tables on me."
"Oh yes, honey, I can't think of a better person to turn the tables on," he smiled, getting up from the table. "Come on and take my place, honey, and just lie on that back of yours."
"I'll bet you want a good shot at that pussy of mine,"
"Would you believe I know just how I'm going to start out."
"What are you going to do?"
"It's very simple. I'm going to lick your breasts, and while I'm doing that I'm going to finger your mound."
"Oh, honey, that sounds like terrific action."
"But first of all I'm going to french with you."
He leaned over and let his tongue slide inside her mouth. Back and forth those tongues slid, and as they did so, she realized just how much momentum she was gaining.
Her whole body was trembling, and she knew just how hot she was. She wanted him to provide her with the ultimate in sexual satisfaction.
He finally removed his tongue from her mouth, and as he did so he anticipated putting the hot tongue to work against her breasts.
"Okay, honey, now I'm going to tongue your tits," he said. "And while I'm doing that I'm going to finger that mound of yours. You're going to really love it."
Now his fingers of his right hand were going to work on her mound, and as that began to occur he let his tongue sink against her left breast.
Back and forth he was letting the tongue slide, and as he did so her body began to quiver all the more.
"Oh, honey, that tongue of yours is fantastic," she complimented him. "Keep sliding, baby. Oh, you really know how to supply me with momentum. That tongue of yours is great. It's so graceful, darling, and you know just what to do with it. You know just how to put it to work, baby. Oh, it feels so good, honey, it really does. Come on and work it, darling, work that hot tongue of yours. Oh, honey, you're doing so well at it. You do so well with that tongue of yours. Drive it fast, baby, drive it nice and smooth. Oh, come on and slide it, darling, slide it real nice. Slide it over my tits."
As Leslie became all the more carried away, so did Eddie. It was like a chain reaction. One of them would begin to quiver, and the other would immediately take up the challenge.
Now he was really working that tongue of his around her breasts, and as he did so he began to maneuver those fingers that much more swiftly over her mound.
Back and forth he let those fingers guide their way inside her nest. He could feel her already beginning to become moist, and as the moisture began to become apparent, he got that much more excited.
He recognized that the efforts were bearing fruit, and it was making him very happy to know just how eagerly she was responding to his hot tongue and finger treatments.
"Oh, I love the way you're playing with my pussy," she said. "Just keep that up, baby. Oh, you really know where it's at. You really know how to please a beautiful girl like me. Just keep up the finger movements, darling. Oh, keep them up. And while you're fingering me, baby, keep up the tongue movements. Oh, what graceful movements you have, baby. Oh, what nice movements. You really are great. Oh, keep it up, darling, oh, don't let up for one second. I love it, baby, oh, do I ever love it. Keep it up."
Now he decided that it was time for him to maneuver the tongue over her other breast, so he merely switched from one breast to the other, letting that tongue slide with great dexterity.
Back and forth he was letting the tongue move, and as that was happening the heat within her was becoming that much more intense.
"Oh, come on slide the tongue," she said. "It's too much for me, baby. Oh, yesss, you're good at it."
He finally finished up on her breasts, deciding that it was time to put that tongue of his to work on her nipples.
Back and forth he'd alternate the licks, and he saw to it that he provided her with the ultimate in nipple satisfaction, letting that tongue maneuver eagerly over them.
As that was happening, as the action was continuing to evolve in a highly meaningful way, he continued to let those fingers of his work their way around her pussy. But now the finger movements were becoming more rapid than before, and as that happened, he watched her hips and asscheeks quiver ever so excitedly.
"Oh, that's nice, that's real nice," she gasped. "Honey, you're really taking charge. Oh, that tongue of yours is registering beautifully, and so are those fingers. Oh, you really know how to do it, baby, you really know how to give me hot action. Just keep that up, baby, ohhh, yesss, just keep that up."
Now he was getting her to the point where she realized it wasn't long before she would have to orgasm.
Since her body was already flipping back and forth at a dazzling clip, he decided that it was time to remove his tongue from her nipples.
"Oh, I've got to go down on you now," he said. "I've got to work that tongue around your mound."
"Oh, honey, let it go."
"I'll bet you're really going to get excited when I do that."
"I'm going to go out of my cotton pickin' mind," she laughed.
"How'd you like it if I finger your asscheeks too?"
"That would provide me with even more excitement."
"I'll bet it would."
"Oh yes."
"Okay, then that's just the way we'll work it."
"That's great. Couldn't be better."
Now he was sinking that tongue of his down there between her legs. But before he began to lick her, he reached out and grabbed her buttocks.
"Does it feel good when I touch your asscheeks like this?" he asked.
"Oh yes, it really does," she exclaimed. "Come on and play with those cheeks, baby. Oh, squeeze them real nice."
"I will. These are the cheeks I love to squeeze."
"Oh, yes, I'm glad that you do."
"You really are falling into place, honey. You really like this, don't you?"
"I can't believe it. I thought that I'd be a lot more inhibited."
"Well, I'm not surprised."
"Why aren't you surprised?"
"I'm not surprised for one reason. I'm not surprised because I could see that you had natural sex instincts. All they needed was a little development."
"You could see all that?"
"Oh yes."
"I guess you were right."
"I'll tell you one thing too. That Peggy is a pretty shrewd gal."
"I never had her figured for dumb."
"Oh no, no way. She's not dumb by any yardstick. But let me tell you something. She's very shrewd in this sense. She can recognize whether a girl's got it or not. Generally if she gives her a chance at all, she clicks. Peggy's a good judge at talent."
"Fucking talent?" Leslie threw her head back and laughed.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Okay, honey, I'm anxious to have you turn that tongue loose on my pussy."
"I'm anxious to put it to work."
"I'll bet that you are."
Now he dropped that head of his down there between her legs. He began to slide that tongue of his around the outer edges of her mound.
"Oh, that's good," she exclaimed, her body beginning to twist and turn with every rhythmic movement that he put forward.
"Just keep that sliding tongue going, baby. Just keep it working around my mound. Oh, you really know where it's at, sweetheart. Come on and drive that tongue, oh, yes, you can drive it even faster. Move it quickly, baby, just let that tongue roll. Oh, let it roll all over my pussy. Go after every crevice, darling, work that thing around there. Come on and lick me, baby, oh, come on and lick that hot mound."
Now her entire body was beginning to capitulate under the steady onslaught of that blazing tongue.
Back and forth it was moving with great determination, and as it did so she was becoming that much hotter. She was moving that much closer toward a dramatic climax.
"Oh, honey, you're really working now," she gasped. "I'm itching down there, baby."
But he really had a good deal more in store for her before she reached the point of orgasm. He wanted to let his teeth nibble around her clitoris, so he set out to do that right away.
He allowed his teeth to manipulate around her clitoris, and the longer that he kept up his nibbling movements, the hotter that she became. Now those asscheeks of hers were fluttering back and forth, gathering momentum every time that he would nibble on her vagina.
"Oh, honey, you're nibbling on the pussy," she said. "That feels so fantastic. Oh give me a terrific tongue bath. That's exactly what you're doing. What a bath I'm getting. Oh, keep that up, darling, just keep it up."
Then he released his teeth from her mound, letting his tongue go to work now on her pussy once more.
He recognized that he should only allow the nibbling to continue up to the point wherein she was about ready to explode.
So now he was permitting that tongue of his to go to work with vigorous abandon inside her blazing mound.
As that happened he let his fingers sink eagerly into her asscheeks. Now those fingers were probing diligently and with effective skill as he kept up those burning tongue movements.
"You're really working beautifully," she gasped, "you really know how to let that tongue move. Oh, baby, you're a master at tempo. You're getting me down there to the point where I'm going to shoot. I can't keep it up much longer, baby, keep on sliding that tongue of yours. Oh, let it slide, darling, let it slide some more."
Now he was on the verge of getting her spilling juices as he slid that tongue of his eagerly inside her mound, pushing her toward climax.
"Oh, eat it, eat it, eat it," she said. "Oh, honey, I ate your cock and that was so intimate. Now you're going to eat my mound, darling, and that's going to be intimate too. Oh, baby, this is great. Come on, honey, come on and lick me. Oh, go after my pussy juice. My juices are going to explode, baby, right in your mouth. Oh, honey, I'm going to flood your mouth, darling, keep it up. Oh, come on and slide that tongue, baby, slide it just a few more times. Stroke me a few more times with that tongue of yours. Stroke it fast, baby, oh, I want you to stroke it. Oh, drive that tongue, darling, oh, drive that tongue. Oh, come on work it, baby, oh, work it fast."
Now she was every bit as impatient as he was. He could already begin to taste her as a few tiny droplets already spilled into his mouth.
But he realized that the biggest explosion was yet to come, and he was vigorously working that tongue of his with reckless abandon inside her hot, blazing, moist mound.
"Oh, get set," she gasped, her body beginning to shake as her legs kicked back and forth. "Get set for the hot juice stream baby. I'm going to gush in your mouth. Oh, go after my gushing pussy juices. Eat my pussy, baby, eat that hot mound of mine. Oh, I'm getting ready to spurt inside you. Come on, honey, get set."
Now he switched his fingers from her asscheeks to her breasts. He was toying with those hot tits of hers, which he loved to touch with such great affection. And all the while that tongue of his was darting and splashing so very eagerly inside her blazing, moist mound.
"Oh, eat it, baby, oh, eat it," she exclaimed. "Come on and go after the juice. Oh, come on, go after that hot juice. Oh, darling, go after it."
A few strokes later she was unable to withstand the pace anymore. She just had to explode under the tremendous tongue onslaught that he had brought to bear.
"Oh, I'm there," she gasped, "Come on and eat it, baby, come on and eat my pussy juices."
Now he twisted his fingers around her nipples as the hot orgasmic liquid spurted out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
He was enjoying every second of it. He had worked himself up to this position, systematically working that tongue of his around her mound, energetically nibbling on her pussy, until she finally began to spurt those juices into his mouth.
"Oh, it feels so good," she said, 'It feels so good to get rid of those juices, baby. Oh, you don't know what you're doing for me, darling. Oh, what a relief, baby, oh, what a relief."
Now he removed his tongue from her mound. He had a triumphant smile on his face, joyful over the fact that he had supplied her with the same kind of wonderful sensations that she had formerly supplied for him.
"I guess this sex thing works both ways," she laughed.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that one good tongue bath deserves another."
"That's a good one," he threw his head back and laughed. "How about us having another drink?"
"I suppose that I can have one for the road."
"I think that we should drink to your success in this business. I predict a long and highly profitable future."
"You really think so?"
"Oh yes."
"I'm not sure that I want it."
"I'm sure that you do."
"How can you be that confident?"
"For one reason. The enthusiasm that you've displayed. Unless a person is really cut out for something, they don't demonstrate that kind of enthusiasm."
"Who knows, maybe you're right," she shrugged. "But I know that my husband would kill me if he ever found out about this."
"He might just kill me too," Eddie laughed, pouring the drinks into the cup. "So it's imperative that he doesn't find out."
"That it is."
"I salute you," he said, holding his cup high.
"Thank you. And I salute you. You're quite a stud, Eddie."
"My wife says so too," he laughed. "But the big trouble is she can't quite keep me satisfied."
"How about me?"
"Much better," Eddie nodded. "I'd be glad to trade, in fact, with your husband anytime."
"You really have been flattering me."
"For one reason. You deserve it."
"Oh, Eddie, you're an absolute doll."
"No, you're the doll. I'm just the stud," Eddie laughed, counting the contents of the cup one long gulp.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After finishing the sex episode with Eddie, Leslie drove over to Peggy's office.
A highly joyous Peggy greeted her with a big smile.
"You were a smashing success, baby," Peggy said. "Please sit down."
"How did you know?"
"I have my sources," Peggy winked. "In this case the source happens to be the man that you had sex with. Eddie called, and was he ever full of praise for you. He just couldn't say enough good things about your abilities. He liked your soft touch with the fingers. He liked your massage, and he certainly liked the little extras you threw in too."
"He seemed to be very happy. He didn't tell me he was going to call you."
"He just had to share it with me. You see, we're old friends. He just loved what happened. He loved the action. And I sure can't blame him. You're a beautiful girl, and I guess you're enough to make any man just jump out of his skin with excitement."
"Thank you."
"I'm going to pay you right now."
Leslie sat there and watched Peggy write out a check to her for one hundred and forty dollars.
"Thank you," Leslie smiled, slipping the check into her purse.
"I hope that that constitutes just the first check in many."
"The way things are going, I do want to stay on."
"I was confident that you would," Peggy said. "After all, you're a very sensuous girl. I could tell that. I could tell from the way you were watching those guys when they were getting their kicks from me. I sensed that once you got things into high gear, you just wouldn't want to stop. And that's precisely the way things have been going."
"Yes, that's true."
"As a matter of fact, my dear, I would certainly like to lick your vagina. Why don't you let me do it right now."
"I'm sorry, but that just isn't my bag," Leslie said sternly. "If you'll recall, I asked you specifically if that was a part of the deal. You told me that it wasn't."
"Okay, so I did," she sighed. "But you sure can't blame a girl for trying. After all, my darling, you're so lovely. I really would like the idea of making love to you."
"Oh, let's get off that. We can be very good friends, but not lovers."
"Okay, okay," Peggy said. "But I sure want to thank you for the job you did. You know, I sensed you were going to make it from the very beginning. For one thing, you have that little certain something going for you that I always look for in a girl."
"What's that?"
"You have that freshness about you," Peggy explained. "You see, my darling, a lot of the girls who call in are toughened by life. They're girls who've been around a lot more than you have. A number of them are prostitutes. Most of them have been married several times. They've lived with lots of men. And this shows. A guy like Eddie who has money and wants some good hot action expects more. He wants somebody like you, a girl who has a little freshness."
"I see what you mean."
"Of course. Now I'd like to have you work the day after tomorrow. You see, I like to give the girls at least one day's rest between activities."
"Why is that?"
"Because I don't want them to overdo it. And I want them to be just a little bit on the horny side when they have sex with a man. With you, you'll be pretty horny by the day after tomorrow, I can assure you."
"Perhaps you're right. I never dreamed that I'd enjoy this as much as I have. It's really made me feel good."
"Of course it has," Peggy exclaimed. "I knew you'd enjoy it once you got rolling, honey. It was just a question of getting things rolling."
"I suppose you're right."
"I usually am when it comes to this business," Peggy nodded. "After all, I've been around it quite a while."
"I suppose so."
"That's right. I really have. Anyhow, my dear, I want to use you quite a bit."
"I'll just have to kind of play it by ear. I'd like to get in quite a bit of action, but then there's always my husband to consider."
"Naturally the hanky panky would have to be severely restricted when he's in town," Peggy laughed. "But from what you've been telling me, he isn't around that often."
"Yes, that's true, but you never know. Well, I think I'll be all set though a day after tomorrow. It appears that he is going to be staying in Texas for quite a little while."
"So you can make some money while he's gone."
"Yes I can."
"Here's what I suggest, dear. I suggest that you open a separate bank account. Otherwise he just might be more than a little bit suspicious."
"I haven't given that any thought, but you're right," Leslie nodded. "That's true. I appreciate you bringing that to my attention."
"That's quite all right. I look out for the welfare of my girls."
"Yes, I can see that you do. It's just that we can't get too friendly. I hope you understand that."
"I do. I'll be in touch with you sometime tomorrow afternoon."
"Thank you."
"You're quite welcome."
Leslie felt a strange sense of excitement as she left Peggy's office.
It made her feel good to know that she was making good at something. Up to that time she had been strictly under her husband's shadow, and had not attempted to branch out on her own. But now she was seeing the kind of responses she was capable of receiving from a handsome, dignified man like Eddie-She received a surprise call from her husband shortly after she finished dinner.
"Guess what, honey?" he said excitedly. "I'm coming home early. I've got a big surprise for you. I'm coming home the day after tomorrow."
"Gee, that is a surprise," she replied in a flustered tone, thinking about the date she was supposed to have the day after tomorrow.
"You don't sound all that happy about it," he said. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, I'm very happy. It's just that it's taking me completely by surprise. You can't be all that surprised that I'm surprised, can you? After all, you said you were going to be gone longer."
"No, I guess you're right about that. I was expecting to be gone a lot longer. But I was able to wrap up the business sooner than expected. And there's a very good reason why I was able to do it. You know what that is?"
"No I don't."
"Well, I was able to do it because I worked overtime, because I was thinking about you there all alone at home. Don't think I didn't see that keen disappointment written all over your face when you took me to the airport. I'm a pretty sensitive guy about these things."
"I guess that you are. I'm glad that you're sensitive enough to realize what the situation was."
"Oh, I definitely am able to realize it, honey. I'm going to really give you a good time when I come home. Being away from you really makes me appreciate what a great gal you are."
"I appreciate hearing that from you. When do you expect to be getting in, dear?"
"My plane is slated to get into the airport at five forty-five p.m."
"Good, I'll be there to pick you up."
"I'll be overjoyed to see you," he laughed. "I'll tell you something, honey. I'll call again if there are any problems or changes. Otherwise I'll just let things stand. You can pick me up at 5:45."
"I'll be looking forward to it, darling."
"Great. Goodbye now."
"Goodbye," she hung up the phone.
She realized that she had mixed emotions when she told him that she would be looking forward to seeing him. All the while she couldn't help but think about the fact that she was supposed to have a sex episode that very day.
She decided that she would call Peggy the first thing the next morning to see if she couldn't get the date moved up into early afternoon. Then she realized that that would be a terrible thing to do. After all, the first thing he would expect upon coming home would be some sex activity, and she would not be in a position to give it to him after having been through an experience at the parlor. Even if she could summon forth the necessary effort to do a good job in bed with him, she recognized that it would be next to impossible to fool him. He had a keen insight when it came to anything that dealt with her. He could accordingly be expected to pick up on any vibrations that she might give off, such as having been involved with another man in a sex interlude.
So all things considered, she recognized, she would have to call up Peggy and tell her that she could not have sex the day after tomorrow.
She managed to reach Peggy the middle of the following morning.
"Something has come up, Peggy," she began. "My husband is coming home earlier than expected."
"If you're calling me, then it must be to inform me that your husband's coming home tomorrow. Isn't that so?"
"Quite right."
"You know something, honey, I think that you've got enough going for you to where you don't need that day of rest. I think you're probably all set to come back today. Isn't that right?"
"I really am."
"That's good. That's very good. Because I've got something all set for you."
"You do?"
"Oh yes. As a matter of fact, last night Charlie called me at home, no less."
"What did Charlie have to say?"
"He was going on about how impressed Eddie had been. He said he wanted a shot at you at the same price. So that means you can make another one hundred and forty dollars."
"I see what you mean about the need of taking out that bank account," Leslie laughed. "I'll have made two hundred and eighty dollars in two days.
"Well, when should I get together with Charlie?"
"He wants to meet you over at the parlor this afternoon. He's leaving the time open for you."
"I believe that three o'clock would be fine with me."
"Great, I'll call him and confirm. It'll be the same situation as before. You're going to meet him alone and you'll take things from there."
"Sounds real good."
"You'll do well, honey, I can assure you that."
"I'll sure give it my all,"
"Which should be plenty."
For some strange reason or other, Leslie found herself getting excited over the prospect of sex with Charlie. The more frequently she became involved, the better she was getting to like it.
She was feeling a little guilty, wondering if she wasn't a little less enthusiastic than she should be over Bruce's return home. She realized that she would certainly bounce back in time to have some beautiful sex with Bruce, but for the moment the idea of having sex with Charlie appealed to her greatly.
She arrived at the massage parlor a few minutes ahead of Charlie, who had the key.
He was wearing a beautiful brown suit, and she couldn't help but admire him as he walked toward her, flashing a big smile.
"How's my baby today?" he asked. "I'm just fine. How are you?"
"I'm good and horny."
"Then I guess you came to the right place."
"Yes, and I'm also going to get a nice massage. Isn't that right?"
"I aim to please."
"From what Eddie said, you do a pretty good job of pleasing a man."
"I put out anyway."
"Oh, I'll just bet you do."
They entered the parlor, then began to remove their clothes.
"Just strip off everything, baby, and let's get real comfortable," Charlie laughed. "Do you want a drink before we start?"
"No thanks. I thought that I needed one yesterday, and maybe I did. Maybe just enough to take a little tension away. But I sure don't need one now."
"No, I suppose you don't," he laughed. "Not after the beautiful session you had with Eddie yesterday."
"It was real nice."
"Yes, both from your standpoint and from Eddie's."
Charlie immediately took off his clothes and he quickly removed his shorts.
As she was getting down to her panties and bra, Leslie looked over and observed the beautiful hardon that Charlie sported.
"You like the looks of that?" he grinned. "I see you looking at it."
"It looks very impressive."
"You're damned right it does, honey, and that cock of mine is ready for lots of things. Needless to say, it is ready for some good screwing sensations."
"This place isn't really a massage parlor. It's a lot more, isn't it?"
"Yes it is. It's a love nest, honey, and we're really going to make the scene together."
"Oh, I guess we are."
Now Charlie was watching her with great admiration as she removed her panties and bra.
Now she was standing next to the rubbing table, giving him a good look at her beautiful nude body.
"Okay, honey, I'll stretch out on my back. I don't believe in any preliminary stuff. I want to get started right away. I want you to immediately start pumping on my penis."
"I guess you do believe in getting down to brass tacks fast."
"You're damned right," he laughed. "Now just reach out and start pumping on that hard rod of mine."
"You want it slow or fast?"
"I want it slow in the beginning, then you can systematically build up."
"That sounds like your buddy Eddie talking."
"Yeah, we're alike in a lot of these ways," he acknowledged. "But just come on, honey, and start working those fingers."
"How's that?" she asked, as she began to trump her fingers eagerly up and down his long erect instrument.
"Oh yeah, I like that. You're going fast but not too fast. That's a good tempo. Just keep it up."
"Oh, that's beautiful."
Now she was observing that his body was twisting and turning with rhythmic excitement, and as that occurred she worked her fingers that much more vigorously up and down his entire instrument.
"Oh, now you're really doing it," he said. "You're really settling into those movements, baby. I really like the way you're handling yourself. Keep up those finger activities. Oh, I want it, baby, I want that hot action from you."
Now those fingers of hers were darting and stabbing eagerly up and down his lengthy penis.
She could tell just how excited he was getting, and finally he heaved a loud sigh.
"Take the fingers off of my rod, or else I'll explode right here."
"Don't you want that?"
"No I don't. Particularly now. We're into the early stages of the act."
"Okay, honey, you're the boss," she laughed.
So she removed her fingers immediately from his penis.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After he had spent a few moments just lying there on his back in the middle of the rubbing table, Charlie was set for some more activity.
"Okay, darling, now you can start working that tongue of yours over the tip of my cock," he said. "Run it nice and slow over the tip."
"You want me to lick you off?"
"Oh no, this is just another way of massaging me," he explained. "You're going to get me nice and hot, then I'm going to ram that penis of mine into your mound."
"Oh, that really does sound good."
"You're darn right. And I wheel a pretty stiff penis, baby."
"I'll bet you do."
"It's certainly big enough, isn't it?"
"Oh yes. It's very big."
"Then get your tongue to work, honey. Just slide that thing around the tip of my cock. I want you to get me good and excited. I want the tempo to build up. The more that it builds, the more excited that both of us are going to get."
She reached out and began toying with his balls, and as she massaged his testicles she worked her tongue over the tip of his long penis.
"Oh, that's what Eddie said was so great," he exclaimed. "That is fantastic, baby. You know just how to wheel those fingers of yours. No wonder he said you had this gift for massaging. You really do. Those are fantastic movements, baby. I really love those finger movements of yours. Oh, honey, those fingers of yours are so talented. You really know how to work them around my testicles. Darling, baby, oh, that feels so good."
Back and forth she continued to manipulate those fingers around his balls, and as she did so she kept up her systematic efforts on the tip of his penis, running her tongue with enthusiastic grace over the tip of it. "Oh, that's great, baby, it's really great," he gasped. "Just keep the tongue moving, darling. Oh, I really want you to move that tongue. Come on and let it really move, baby, oh, I love what you're doing. Come on and manipulate it, darling, oh, I want you to manipulate that tongue of yours."
So back and forth she kept up those efforts, and now he was beginning to get so steamed up with sexual excitement that he could hardly hold back his emotions.
"Okay, now you better remove your tongue from my cock," he said. "You've got to, baby. Because otherwise I'm going to be shooting right now. You've got to let the tongue go. I want to screw you now, baby, I really want to give you some terrific sensations."
She released her tongue from his cock.
"I could have licked you to climax easily," she said.
"I know you could have," he nodded. "But we've got other things that we're going to do. As a matter of fact, I'll tell you what I want to do next. I'll take that back. Rather than to explode inside your mound, I want to give you a little something in the way of a tongue bath."
"Oh, just like your friend Eddie all over."
"That's right, darling."
Now she sprawled out on the rubbing table as he got up to make room for her.
"Just slide over on the beautiful back of yours," Charlie said. "I'm going to start out by licking your tits. Then I'm going to work my way down to your mound."
"Oh, it's so exciting hearing you talk that way."
"But the talk isn't really the exciting part," he laughed. "The exciting part is going to be when I work that tongue of mine around your hot blazing mound. Oh, baby, are you ever going to explode in my mouth. You're going to juice in my hot mouth aren't you, baby?"
"Yes, I am."
"That's good. You just keep that in mind, honey. I like positive thinking, and a person couldn't think anymore positively than that. It's positive to think of exploding your juices in a guy's mouth. Isn't that so?"
"Yes, now that you've put it that way. That is so."
"You're damned right it is."
Now he began to go to work with that tongue of his, letting it slide around Leslie's breasts.
He started out slowly, but soon he was unable to hold back the flow of passionate energy that existed within him.
So now he was driving that tongue at an eager clip, pushing through its paces, driving it enthusiastically around her breasts.
He would first exercise his tongue efforts on one breast, then move that tongue over to the other, repeating the same passionate process.
The longer that those brisk movements continued, the better that he felt about the whole thing. He was giving her those fantastic movements, and she in turn was enjoying everything that he was throwing at her.
Her legs were vibrating noticeably, and her asscheeks were twisting back and forth as he kept up that fantastic pace on her breasts.
"Oh, you're really finding the range," she sighed in a husky tone of voice, "just keep up the licking, baby. Drive that hot tongue of yours around there, darling. Oh, what a hot tongue you've got. I love it, baby, I really love letting that tongue go. That's fantastic, darling, I really like it. Oh, baby, come on and work that tongue of yours. Come on and work it fast, baby, come on and work it around my breasts. Oh, those tits of mine axe getting so hot now. You're doing such a fantastic job, darling, oh, keep it up."
To provide him with extra encouragement, she ran her fingers through his hair as he kept up that hot licking.
He finally withdrew his tongue from her breasts, exclaiming, Now I've got to move the action down to your mound."
"Oh, will you finger my pussy first?"
"For a little bit, then I want to let the tongue go."
"Oh, naturally. I want you to put the tongue to work on me, baby. But first, I want you to just play with my pussy a little bit."
"Fine, I'm glad to do that."
Now he worked his fingers around her mound eagerly. The longer that he kept it up, the more overcome with excitement she became.
"Oh, honey, that's too much," she sighed. "You really are good. Oh, those fingers of yours are so fantastic. They're really moving at a good pace. As a matter of fact, they're moving so fast that I don't know what to do. Come on, darling, oh, come on, baby. Oh, keep it up, darling, oh, keep up that blazing action. I love that action, honey, I really love it."
He finally withdrew his fingers from her mound, at which point he recognized that it was time to go to work on her pussy with his tongue.
"Okay, now I'm going to go down there and lick you," he said. "Do you want me to squeeze your asscheeks while I'm doing it?"
"I wish you'd play with my nipples."
"Oh, so you've got sensitive nipples, have you?"
"Oh, yes I do. Come on and play with them, darling. Come on and work your fingers over my nipples while you're licking my mound."
"Okay, baby, that's exactly what I'll do. Just wait, honey, because I'm going to really give you the action now."
"You keep getting better and better. I mean, you get hotter with the actions."
"Of course I do. I'm warming up more and more as time goes by."
"Oh, are you ever."
Now he began to work that tongue of his around her mound. He started out at a brisk pace, allowing that tongue to manipulate eagerly around her moist nest.
"Oh, lick the mound," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby, and put everything into it. Come on and put everything into every hot tongue effort you throw my way. Come on a work the tongue, darling, oh, come on and work it. Slide that tongue around there, baby, oh, come on and slide it. Work it fast, darling, oh, come on and work it. Work the tongue, baby, oh, come on and work it."
"Now the efforts were accelerating as he kept up the hot licking, driving that hot tongue of his with fantastic determination around her hot mound.
She could hardly hold back from orgasming, and wanted to experience a little more in the way of sensations before shooting her mound. But she realized that there was not much more that she could withstand, since she was so overcome with excitement.
"Oh, I've got to shoot, oh, I'm going to shoot now," she exclaimed. "Oh, I'm there, baby, I'm really there. Oh, darling, I'm there, oh, honey, I'm there."
Now she was gushing, and as she did so he received every drop of juice which spilled out of the end of her pussy.
Now that he had finished swallowing the desserts of his efforts, he felt more than ever like getting his penis off.
"Now I've got to get rid of that cockjuice of mine," he told her. "I've got to plunge that cock into your mound, baby. How does that pussy of yours feel?"
"It always feels great after I've exploded."
"I figured you'd say that."
"You're on to me all the way, aren't you?"
"Yes I am, baby, when it comes to sex. So now I'm going to plunge that rod of mine into your mound. Are you ready for it?"
"Oh yes."
"Okay, so get set for my first hot plunge."
"Oh, honey, spread those legs of mine out. I want you to take charge completely, baby. I want you to work that cock of yours around my mound, and I want you to spread my legs. Come on and do everything for me, baby, make me your woman."
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear," he laughed. "No wonder Eddie was so wild about you. You're so uninhibited, sweetheart, you'll go all the way with a man. Every man dreams of having a woman like that that he can do anything and everything to. It's just great to experience those sensations. It really is, honey. It's a fantastic feeling."
"Oh, let's not talk anymore," she sighed. "Come on and work that cock of yours around inside my mound."
"Hang on, baby."
He parted her legs gingerly, then slammed that penis of his forward, allowing it to enter inside her blazing mound.
Back and forth the cock action continued, and he rocked his body in a back and forth movement as well, maintaining a brisk pace.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she exclaimed, "keep that cock of yours moving, darling. Oh, keep it up, sweetheart, oh, keep up that blazing action. I love it, baby, oh, I really love it."
Now he was really working that cock of his back and forth, driving it with great determination inside her hot mound.
As the action continued, he found himself moving that much closer to climax. Around such a beautiful, passionate woman, Charlie was finding it difficult to maintain a methodical pace. He had hoped to string out the action for quite some time, but it was now beyond him. There was only one thing for him to do-to get off those hot juices fast.
Now he was toying with her nipples, providing her with the kinds of sensations that she loved. And as he did that, he continued to shove that penis of his forward with great enthusiasm inside her blazing mound.
"Oh, I'm in you, I'm in you, I'm in you," he sighed, "and I'm going to explode inside your mound. Oh, baby, I feel so good, darling. Oh, I really feel great. Oh, honey, I've got to explode inside your mound."
"Oh, french me when you're going to do it," she exclaimed. "That's the way I want it, baby. I want our tongues to be meeting, I want them to be twisting together, baby, when you're exploding. That will make it so much more fun."
"I've got to agree with you that you're right. You really know where it's at when it comes to sex."
"Oh, I know, darling. I know where it's at when it comes to making you really happy. Oh, darling, this is so good."
Now he withdrew his fingers suddenly from her nipples and began to work them over her asscheeks.
He was squeezing those asscheeks ever so gingerly as he kept those fantastic cockstabs, letting his penis plunge deeply inside her moist vagina.
"Oh, tongue me now," she sighed, "thrust that tongue of yours inside my mouth."
"Okay, darling, get set," he exclaimed. "And also get set for my hot orgasm."
Now he leaned forward and let his tongue clash with hers. And as tongue met tongue, he toyed with her asscheeks, pinching and stabbing at them with his fingers as he kept on thrusting his penis vigorously forward.
A few moments later the hot spurts of white jissum shot out of the end of his penis and into her waiting mound.
His whole body trembled as those spurts of juice shot out of the end of his instrument and into her vagina.
He then released his tongue from her snatch and his penis from her mound.
"I hope you enjoyed that," he looked at her and smiled.
"Oh yes, darling."
"I did a little massaging too. That was a cock massage."
"And a very good one."
"I'll tell you something, sweetheart. Eddie was right on in telling me how great you were. This was really an experience of a lifetime. You went all the way with me, baby, and I really appreciate the kind of action you gave me."
"It works both ways," she said. "You were pretty good yourself."
"But, baby, the way you turn me on. Oh, I mean I was on all cylinders all the time. I was just on fire every second of that action. You really have an ability to make a man smoulder in bed."
"I think that's about the nicest thing anybody ever said to me," she laughed.
"A girl like you deserves everything in the way of compliments. You're quite a woman."
He reached out and affectionately patted her on top of the head. It meant a good deal to her to receive such compliments from a man she definitely admired.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Leslie arrived at the airport fifteen minutes early to pick up her husband.
After that they drove home together. Bruce slid behind the wheel of their Buick, driving all the way home.
Leslie felt a little guilty as she rode with him. What bothered her to such a tremendous extent was the fact that she didn't feel the same sense of burning anxiety upon picking him up and riding home with him that she had anticipated she would. Now that she had had two tremendously satisfying sex interludes with Eddie and Charlie, she did not feel that same degree of burning need that was usually there when she wanted to have some hot sex.
She was developing a certain independence, and the greater the degree of recognition on her part that was the case, the greater the degree of guilt that she began to feel.
They arrived home, and Bruce looked at her hungrily.
"All right, every time that the business lagged," he smiled, "I made certain that the pace was stepped up. I needed to step it up, honey, because I knew that I had my beautiful baby at home. I knew that I had to have some hot sex from my lover girl. Are you with me?"
"Yes, I'm with you, Bruce," she replied. "Would you like a drink?"
"I really don't need one."
"Maybe it would steady your nerves a little. "I mean, maybe you need a little calming down."
"Like hell I do," he chuckled. "Why do I want to calm down? I want to remain as hot as I am right now. I want to get in there and do a lot of high purpose screwing with you, baby. I want to turn you every way but loose in that bed."
"Oh boy, you really are acting like a tiger."
"You're damned right I am. That's because I am a tiger. I want to take you on, baby, under those sheets. I want to give you a great fuck. I'm going to really give you a fantastic screw."
"Oh my, you're really talking dirty talk. You don't sound like a man who works at a bank now."
"Of course I don't. I'm just a horny husband. That's all I am, sweetheart. Need I say more?"
"No, I guess that just about covers it," she chuckled. "So you don't want a drink?"
"Hell no. I want to take you on in bed."
"Okay, then I guess we'd better move into the bedroom."
"Now you're talking."
They got up and walked into the bedroom.
He was so hot that he insisted upon undressing her.
Those fingers of Bruce's went to work so quickly that she feared that he was going to tear her dress.
"Watch it, baby," she said. "You're going to tear that dress of mine. You really are."
"The hell I am," he chuckled. "I know what I'm doing. But even if I do, I'll buy you another one. I can always get you another dress, but I can't placate myself unless I get some hot sex right now. You don't realize how hot I can get, sweetheart."
"Oh yes I do."
"Well, maybe now you do."
"I think I've always been aware of how hot you can get," she said, "But it just so happens that you're a little hotter now than you generally are. You're something, darling, you are really something."
Now he had her down to her panties and bra. He always enjoyed seeing her in her sparkling white panties and bra, since it brought out his strong voyeuristic bent.
"Oh, you look so good," he said, his hard cock bulging. "I've got to get that underwear of yours off, baby. We've really got to tie into each other."
Now he reached out with the fingers of both hands, undoing the bra quickly.
"Oh, I've got to get it off," he said. "I'm going to take the bra off, then I'm going to take off your panties."
"Go ahead, sweetheart. Cut loose, darling."
Now he undid the bra, letting it drop to the floor. He looked at her breasts.
"Oh, I've got to lick those breasts of yours," he said. "Let me lick them right now."
"With me just standing here?"
"Of course, baby. You're damned right. That's the way I'm going to do it."
He slid his head forward, letting his tongue slide over her left breast. Back and forth he slid that hot tongue, and Leslie became a little more excited as he shoved into high gear.
But she realized that there was something definitely missing from the old magic that they used to possess together. For one thing, she was used to his routine, whereas, when she had gotten together with Charlie and Eddie, she was involved in fascinating new situations with men that wanted different acts performed.
"Oh, baby, you're really letting the tongue roll," she said, trying her best to get as excited as possible.
He slipped the tongue around both breasts, giving each of them the once over, then swiftly removed the tongue from her breast altogether.
"Oh, now I'm going to get the panties off," he said. "I'm going to guide your body downward, baby. I'm going to guide you into bed, sweetheart. Then I'm going to remove those panties. Oh, am I ever excited, baby. This is really excitement. I really like you, darling. Oh, I like you so much. I just had to get back to you, sweetheart."
Now he guided her downward into the bed, reaching out and grabbing her by the elastic which held together her panties. He pulled downward quickly on those panties, enjoying the sensations attached to letting the silk slide against her beautiful firm legs.
"Oh, I've got to get you naked," he said hoarsely. "I've got to fuck you, baby, oh, am I ever burning with desire. I've got to screw you, honey, oh, are we ever going to screw. I'm going to cut loose with you, sweetheart. Oh, baby, I can hardly wait. "Oh, honey, this is too much. It's going to be so fantastic."
Now he completed the act of removing those panties, after which he let his fingers come to rest against her legs.
He squeezed her thighs gingerly, and as he did so he looked at her with burning desire.
"I've got to kiss you," he exclaimed. "I've got to run those burning lips against yours."
Now he was plunging those lips of his intensely forward, letting them come into fervent contact with her lips.
He let those lips remain frozen, one against the other, for several lengthy seconds.
He then released his lips from hers, after which he decided that it was time for him to kiss her vagina.
"I've got to kiss that pussy," he said. "It's such a beautiful pussy. Oh, baby, everything about you is beautiful. I've got to run those lips of mine against your mound. That's a beautiful mound, baby. Oh, I love it, sweetheart. Oh, I really love that mound."
He kissed it several times in rapid succession, after which he released his lips from her pussy.
He then decided that it was time for him to remove his own clothes, so he jumped up from the bed and quickly began to strip.
Leslie kept waiting for the hot passions to begin circulating through her body in the manner that they had on so many previous occasions when she had had sex with her husband.
But there was still something lacking that afternoon. She just couldn't get as excited as she would have liked.
By the time he had removed his shorts and showed her his hard penis, she had to do a little bit of play acting to make it appear that she was hot as she knew he wanted her to be.
"Oh, what a nice cock," she exclaimed. "What would you like me to do with it?"
"I would like for you to run your fingers over it while I'm fingering your pussy."
"Oh, so you want a mutual jerk action."
"That's right. We can exchange jerks. While I'm toying with your mound, you can toy with my cock."
"I guess turn about is fair play."
"Sure it is, especially in finger fucking," he laughed.
"You really are horny. When you start making with all this dirty talk, I know just how excited you are."
"Right on, baby," he laughed. "This is it, sweetheart. Oh, I've just got to fuck you. But first let's let those fingers go to work. Let's toy with each other, darling, and that will make us more excited than ever."
Back and forth he was working those fingers inside her hot mound. While that was happening, she was exercising her fingers briskly in up and down fashion over his searing rod.
The action was accelerating now, and he was breathing heavier than usual. The heart was palpitating, and he felt a tremendous sense of exhilaration.
"Oh, honey, do I ever dig playing with your pussy," he said. "Ah, I can feel some moisture there. That feels so good, to feel that moisture there. Baby, you're too much. You really are. I like fingering that mound of yours. Do you like fingering my cock?"
"Oh yes," she exclaimed. "I really do. I love that finger action. You've got such a beautiful cock too, honey."
"I'm very proud of it."
"You have every reason to be proud of it."
So now the fingers were working at an intensive clip. Leslie was finding that the longer that he worked his fingers around her mound, the greater the degree of excitement that began to generate throughout her body. She still wasn't as hot as she had been on certain previous occasions, but she was becoming a lot hotter than she had been earlier.
"You've really got magic in those fingers of yours," she sighed. "You really know how to work them over my hot love nest. Come on and keep those fingers going over my pussy. Drive those fingers, baby, oh, you know just how to turn your wife on. Oh, what a husband you are. You really know how to make with the pussy action, baby. Play with my mound, darling, oh, I want you to play with it."
Now he was really bearing down hard, exercising those fingers at a tremendous clip, letting them manipulate enthusiastically over her hot furry mound.
While that was occurring, she continued to run her fingers eagerly up and down his fiery rod.
"You like fingering that spear," he laughed.
"Oh yes, you've got quite a cock on you. Oh, Mr. Giant Cock. That's the guy I'm married to. Oh, you really are horny. You've really got a hardon, baby, and the longer that my fingers go to work on it, the more turned on I get."
Now they were both manipulating those fingers so quickly that they were pushing each other toward climax.
"Oh, take the fingers off," he finally said. "I want the sixty-nine action, baby. Let's get rid of the finger action now and start working those tongues around each other."
"You like the tongue action?"
"Hove it."
"That's beautiful."
Now they began to work those tongues of theirs around each other.
He was working his tongue over her mound, while she in turn was manipulating her tongue with great eagerness over his huge penis.
The activity was becoming increasingly more brisk as they exchanged hot movements.
Back and forth those tongues worked, and as they did so he was drawing ever closer to a dramatic and triumphant orgasm.
They were driving those hot tongues, letting them slide ever so eagerly around each other's organs.
Their bodies now were twisting and turning, and Leslie had finally become a little more passionate. After all, with her husband directing that much in the way of vigorous attention toward her mound, it was very simple for her to become that excited.
But there was still a little something of the old magic that was lacking, and she didn't know if it would ever return. It bothered her, since, on other occasions, she would have been going out of her mind with ecstasy. Now she was just hot, and there were not those tremendous burning desires present that had been there on so many occasions.
Stroke for stroke, however she matched him, letting her tongue circulate freely and excitedly over his hot rod. And while that was occurring, he was manipulating his tongue with the same degree of eagerness over her mound.
She finally reached the point where she was unable to retain her juices any longer, and at that juncture the pussy juices spilled out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
While he swallowed the load joyously, he then went back to the pussy licking again, determined to get a second joy shot from her.
In the meantime, Leslie continued the fervent licking of his cock. Up and down she manipulated that tongue, providing him with all kinds of fervent sensations.
Up and down the action continued, and as it did so his legs began to tremble from the excitement that was generating down there between his legs.
She knew now how close he was to unleashing his hot sperm inside her mouth, and that made her all the more desirous to finish the action. She wanted to make him happy, and there would be no better way of accomplishing that particular objective than by licking him to a triumphant climax.
At that point she exploded a second time, and the pussy juices were shooting into his mouth.
After she gushed a second time, he did not go back to the pussy licking. He recognized that he was just a few seconds away from shooting.
"Oh, lick my cock, baby, oh, lick that hot cock juice out of me," Bruce exclaimed. "Come on and lick, baby, come on and tongue my penis. Come on and lick that thing, baby, oh, I want you to lick it. Drive that scorching tongue of yours around my penis. Oh, come on and move that thing, baby, Oh, I really want you to drive that tongue. Come on and slip it up and down my hot rod, baby, oh, I need it."
A few seconds later she tasted a few tiny droplets of hot white juice that spurted out of the end of his penis. She knew that the deluge would be following shortly thereafter.
"Oh, stay with it," he said, "I'm going to be shooting the hot juice into your mouth quickly, baby. Stay with me, darling, oh, and stay with it. Oh, I want you to lick me dry, baby, I'm going to really spurt the hot white juice into your mouth. It's going to be a fantastic load, baby, a great load."
Several strokes later, the hot white liquid began to spill out of the end of his searing penis and into her mouth.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," he said triumphantly. "Come on and eat that juice. Come on and eat it, baby. Eat every drop of cum. Go after that juicy hot load. Come on, baby, and eat it. Eat it. Lick me dry, baby, oh, am I ever shooting. This is a gusher, baby, and you're going to swallow every drop of it."
He reached out and guided his fingers over her head, as she continued to swallow the hot juice that was spilling inside her mouth.
"Oh, that was fantastic," he exclaimed. "Baby, you really did a great job."
As she turned her tongue loose from his cock, she felt that he would be satisfied for the moment.
But she noticed that his cock had gone down very little. Apparently he had become so excited away from her that once he was back on the scene he just couldn't get enough of her. Now he would apparently want to shoot off his penis one more time.
"I've got to shoot it off again," he told her, just as she had anticipated. "I want it inside your mound, baby. I'm going to explode inside that mound of yours. I really am, baby. I want to fuck you, sweetheart, I want to fuck that mound of yours. I've already fucked your mouth, honey, so now I'm going to fuck you in the mound."
"I'll tell you one thing about you, baby. You know what you want."
"When it comes to fucking, I sure as hell do. I want inside that mound of yours and I want in there now."
"Then I guess I should just ease into the middle of this bed and spread my legs."
"That's all you need to do. I'll take care of the rest."
"Very well. I'll just bet you will."
"You're damned right."
He flipped her legs over his shoulders. She could tell from his first charge just how excited he was.
"Oh, I'm in you," he gasped, "I'm really going to slide that thing in there. I'm going to plunge it in all the way, baby. Oh, I'm really going to give it to you, sweetheart. Oh, honey, this is too much."
Now he was rocking that body of his back and forth as he kept delivering those hot stabs, driving that fervent penis of his high and deep inside her mound.
She was already moist down there, and that made it all the more fun for him as he plunged that penis of his relentlessly forward, letting it slide around inside her burning mound.
"Oh, honey, you're so tight in there," he said. "I'm glad I married you. I'm glad I married a woman who has such a nice tight vagina. That makes it so much more fun to fuck you. Oh, what a fuck you are. That's it, wiggle that cute little fanny of yours around like that. I like the way you're always wiggling those asscheeks."
"I'm doing that so I can match your strokes."
"I know you are, honey, and that makes it beautiful."
He kept on tearing that penis of his relentlessly inside her mound, driving it fervently in and out of that vagina.
"Oh, I've never seen you more excited," she gasped. "This is something, darling, I really love this fuck."
"I bet you do," he laughed. "You've got a super cocksman, who is plunging it to you."
"Oh, you're plunging it, all right."
"You're damned right, and I'm going to keep on plunging it until I've shot."
"Doesn't look like you're far off."
"I know I'm not," he sighed. "Oh, just a few more strokes."
Now he was really plunging it into her all the way, driving that penis deep inside her hot fervent mound.
"Ah, there I go," he gasped, as the juices began to spill out of the end of his penis. "I'm there, baby, oh, am I ever there. It's beautiful, baby, oh, what a great fuck. Oh, what a woman you are. Oh, I love being inside your vagina."
As he turned his cock loose from her mound, he could think about only one thing. Getting some sleep. After all, he had expended himself to his very limits. When a man got that excited, there just had to be a let down after that second orgasm.
A few moments later he dropped off to sleep, and he left the room, still feeling a bit confused about everything.
Sure, she had managed to get her job done, but she wasn't feeling that same degree of intensity, not even when she was at the height of intensity.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
For the next two weeks, Leslie led a double life.
Her husband would go on trips, then return. He went on a number of short excursions, and it made it difficult for Leslie to anticipate when he would be gone and when he would be at home, so she had Peggy constantly juggle her schedule.
She began having sex with a number of different men, and as she did so, she developed a real facility for moving those fingers around over their bodies.
She would give them thorough massages, rubbing their backs, their legs, and their buttocks. Then she would get involved in the actual sex with them, and most, of them ended up paying the same two hundred dollar price that Charlie and Eddie had.
Even though she was doing her best to keep Bruce happy, he could sense that there was less enthusiasm on her part. In addition, whereas she had formerly wanted him to have sex with her quite frequently, now she was not nearly as demanding. She would not ask him to go down on her as she once had sought from him on so many occasions.
He was becoming skeptical, and at first he thought that maybe she was just going through a phase. But when the pattern continued, he was beginning to feel that the situation was of critical importance. The kind of critical importance that needed some kind of immediate resolution.
So unknown to her, he hired a private detective to follow her actions.
He was fearful that perhaps his wife was engaging in sex with another man, but he hoped that that was not the case. He wanted to prove to himself that his doubts were baseless. So for that reason more than any other, he sent out the private detective for purposes of checking out her actions.
For the first few days the private detective did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Then he observed her going to the massage parlor for appointments with various men.
The private detective checked out the massage parlor locale. He found out about the fact that an advertisement was being constantly run in an underground newspaper, and also learned that some of the most prosperous men in the community were going there for secret rubdowns and sex with beautiful women. The private detective called Bruce at the bank one afternoon.
"I've got a report all made out, Mr. Davis," he exclaimed.
"Okay, Pat. I'd like to talk to you about it."
"The phone isn't the place. I'd like to meet with you."
"Fine, you know where I work."
"Sure I do."
"There's a bar and restaurant on the first floor. How about meeting there at five o'clock."
"All right, I'll be there," the detective said.
"Fine, Pat. I'll see you then."
At five sharp, Pat, a bulky, red-faced man in his late thirties, arrived at the bar. Some ten minutes later Bruce Davis appeared. , "How's it going, Pat?" he greeted the detective with a smile, shaking his hand.
"Fine, sir," Pat said.
"How's the report?"
"Could I buy you a drink first?"
"I was going to buy you one."
"That's okay. I'll buy you one. But please sit down."
"From the expression on your face and the way you're talking, it sounds like you're about to tell me something pretty serious."
"I hate to have to say it, but it's very serious," Pat said with urgency.
At that point the bartender arrived.
"I'll have a vodka gimlet," Pat said. "What will it be for you, Bruce?"
"Well, I'll have the same. I'm actually a pretty light drinker."
"Okay, two vodka gimlets," Pat said.
A few moments later the bartender arrived with the drinks.
"Well, Pat, don't keep me in suspense any longer," Bruce said. "Out with it."
"All right, I'll give it to you straight. Your wife is working at a massage parlor."
"A what?"
"A secret massage parlor. She's been taking appointments while you were out of town, or, on some occasions, while you were in town and at work."
"She works at a massage parlor?
"But that isn't the worst part. It isn't just an ordinary massage parlor."
"What kind is it?" Bruce looked at him with concern.
"It's a massage parlor that some of the wealthiest men in Miami attend. They don't go there just to get their bodies rubbed down."
"Are you trying to tell me?" Bruce's eyebrows popped upward noticeably.
"I'm sorry, but that's exactly what is happening," Pat nodded sympathetically. "You wife is apparently having sex with these men."
"But how do you know that?"
"Because of the nature of the operation. It's run by a gal named Peggy. She's very well known around these parts. You see, she advertises in an underground newspaper. I can prove all this to you. And I've seen the guys leave the place with your wife. They'd be in there sometimes for an hour or two."
"My God, I just can't believe it," his head dropped.
"You don't know how hard this was to tell you."
"You don't know how hard this is for me to take."
"I can certainly appreciate what you're going through." Pat nodded. "You see, I've been married three times. Twice I've been exposed to the indignities of having my wives play around on me. But with you it's much worse. I know that. In your case your wife is doing it with a number of guys, and she's being very well paid for it."
"Gosh, I don't know of her coming into any money."
"I checked on that too," he nodded. "You see, she had a separate bank account at another bank. Not this one. She did this on the sly."
"Oh, I just can't believe it," he shook his head. "I'm in shock."
"Maybe if you'll just drink that gimlet. That might help you a little bit."
"No, that won't help at all," he said sadly. "Thanks for telling me, Pat. I know you had to do it."
"It really wasn't easy."
"No, I know. It wasn't easy on either one of us."
Bruce got up slowly from the barstool, then walked out of the bar.
As he headed toward the parking lot, he was in a daze. He didn't know what was happening in the world around him. He was insulated from everything and everyone else. All he could think of was that the woman he loved had betrayed him.
He drove home immediately, then got out of the car and entered the house.
His lovely wife Leslie was just finishing the act of preparing dinner, and was setting the dishes down on the table as he arrived.
His face was as pale as that of a ghost as he entered the house, his hands trembling. As Leslie came out to greet him, she observed the crestfallen look on his face.
"Hello, dear," she said with concern. "What's wrong?"
"It's all over between us," he said. "I found out all about you."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about what you're doing behind my back. I sensed that you were lacking in some of the enthusiasm that you had demonstrated before. I figured that there was another man. I was hoping that I was wrong, but I had a private detective check out your actions just to be on the safe side. Well, it isn't another man. But I almost wished that that was it. That would be a little easier to take than what you've been doing. My God, my own wife turning into a whore."
"What are you saying?"
"There's no use pretending. I know all about it. And, baby, I'm going to see to it that you wind up with nothing in the divorce settlement. You don't deserve a thing after betraying me like this."
"But I can explain, honey. You've been away too much of the time. I just got bored and I needed something to do."
"Oh sure, that's a great excuse," he snarled. "The wife is a little bored, so instead of joining the local bridge club, she instead goes to work at a red-hot massage parlor where she takes on every guy in town. Or at least every guy with enough dough to make it worthwhile. Just how much money did you make anyway?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"No, but I guess you can talk to the judge later. The judge and my attorney."
"Let's talk this over, honey. Let's talk it over now. I don't want to divorce you."
"You're not going to divorce me," he said coldly. "I'm going to divorce you. That's the way it's going to be, baby. You're going to get the short end every which way. What an act of deceit. I would have done anything to preserve this marriage. If you had really been feeling that terrible about everything that was happening, all you would have had to do was to tell me. If need be, I even would have quit my job at the bank. I would have done any of those things to save our marriage. But here you went ahead and torpedoed the whole thing by behaving like a tramp. No, it's all over."
She looked at him in the eyes. There was a look of searing determination in them. Now she was able to see things as they really were. No longer was she operating under an illusion. She recognized that the man who truly loved her, and the man she loved, had been alienated by her conduct.
She had received some pleasure, certainly. But it was the kind of pleasure that was obtained at a very costly price.
Now he was through with her, and she was very well aware of it.
She thought about Peggy, and about the men that she had performed sex with, like Eddie and Charlie. No longer did those acts appear beautiful. Now they seemed every bit as ugly as they way her husband had described them.
