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Dawn Lends A Hand
by Stam (jcorboy4679@hotmail.com)

***

Harry is the #2 man at a company in the sex-supply 
industry. He feels he deserves more and makes plans to 
move up. He makes a move on the #1 man's wife first and 
receives some unexpected help in his quest to take 
over. (MF, wife, cheating)

***

I lay back, my head on the pillow and let the hot 
blonde nuzzle my nuts. My legs were trembling with the 
thrills that were racing up and down my spine as her 
talented lips and tongue sped me toward my cum. The 
blonde's soft, wet lips kissed my sac, with tingling 
tongue action and then I felt her kissing and licking 
her way back up my shaft to my throbbing, drooling 
knob. I was confident that she would get there in time 
for my cum-squirt.

My name is Harry. I am a handsome fucker, if I do say 
so myself. I stand 6 ft. 3, weigh 220. I am strong and 
in shape. My ladies say I have prick to spare.

I have to be in shape for my job. I am the ram-rod of a 
string of strippers and whores and I have to be ready 
at all times to handle unruly customers and johns. And 
there are always some of those assholes. You know the 
kind; bastards that abuse the girls or after getting 
their jollies, threatening the girls to get their money 
back. Or try to temp my girls with drugs.

The overall owner of our little 'Pussycat' enterprise 
is a rat bastard by the name of Tony Damaso. He is a 
prick; a real prick. He is married to a fox named Dawn, 
but he is always grabbing freebies from the girls. He 
treats me like shit. He treats the girls like shit 
also, keeping most of the money they earn on their 
backs or their knees, still using them for his own 
pleasure but always looking down on them. His 
condescending attitude was to make sure they knew he 
was doing them a favor by letting them work their pussy 
for him!

I am second-in-command but that means exactly nothing. 
Not in money; not in respect. At least, not from Tony.

The girls were a different matter. I found most of the 
girls and they all love Harry! Of course, before I 
agreed to let her join the organization, I sampled the 
goodies of every girl. We were high-class, first-class 
and I wanted nothing but the best. The girl not only 
had to be gorgeous, she had to put out one hell of a 
hot fuck!

I often dip amongst the girls for my action. With the 
prick I'm packing, the girls really don't mind. If I 
have the scratch I pay them but, more often, because 
the girls appreciate the things I do for them and the 
respect I pay them, my whores will offer up a freebie 
to old Harry. We charged big bucks and the girls knew 
that ass-wipe Tony didn't always give Harry his due. 
But even though Tony didn't always give me what was 
rightfully coming to me, my girls look after old Harry. 
After all, I threw them a pretty nice fuck, fucking was 
their business and, trust me, my Pussycat girls knew 
their business.

Right now, for instance, as I said, Lorie, a stacked 
blonde, was kissing my knob and slurping up cum-flow. 
Squirt, squirt, squirt my cum just kept pissing out in 
ropey spurts and Lorie, like her life depended on it, 
was sucking it down and making sexy noises and 
generally making me believe that drinking my cum was 
the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. 
It was the reason she was one of the most high-priced 
and in-demand girls in the Pussycat stable.

Every john likes to think he is special. You know, that 
if the girl met him at a bar or something that she 
would fuck him for nothing and the special whores could 
make him feel like that. No matter how many other guys 
they might have fucked that day! Lorie was just such a 
whore!

Later, after she had licked up all my cream, we cuddled 
and Lorie enjoyed a cigarette. She leaned her head on 
my shoulder.

"Harry," she asked, dragging on her cigarette, "why 
don't you and I and some of the other girls go out on 
our own? We don't need Tony, the bastard." I snuggled 
her closer. This was not the first time we had this 
conversation.

"Sweet-ums," I said, squeezing one of the beauties on 
her chest, watching that nipple pop out, eliciting a 
whine from Lorie, "Tony, has some very dangerous people 
working for him. I'd like to live at least long enough 
for another one of your super suck-jobs!"

She giggled, leaned over and breathed a big lungful of 
smoke onto my cock as she stroked it thoughtfully. She 
squeezed my prick right under the knob causing my piss-
slot to open up and smile for her. Fuck-juice drooled 
out and she massaged it around my sensitive prick-head 
with her thumb, causing me to shiver.

"You know I love your cock-cream, Harry," she sighed, 
"How about an encore performance, right fucking now? 
Give Lorie what she likes!"

I grinned. Her silky hands and hot breath on my rod had 
my nuts boiling with more cum for her!

"Sure thing, hot-stuff," I chuckled, "Help yourself! 
You've got my motor running, now another oil-change, if 
you please, ma'am!"

Lorie giggled and somehow her mouth became hotter on my 
cock!

After she drank down another big mouthful of my cock-
juice, we rested again. "Seriously, Harry, why don't 
you go and have a word with Dawn? I've talked to her. 
She doesn't think much more of that prick of a husband 
of hers than we do! And I know she'll like you, stud. 
You are just her type."

"And just what type is that, doll?"

"From what I hear, she likes big, strong guys who can 
throw her the prick all day. That's you, Harry!"

"Yeah, sweetie, maybe, but rumor has it that she is 
also in love with money, of which I have none, 
remember, baby?"

"True, but if we can get rid of Tony, you'll have lots 
of bucks!"

I rolled sweet Lorie over and prick-stabbed her right 
in her snuggly cooze! "Bucks for fucks!" I chuckled as 
I grabbed her lush ass-cheeks and pulled that creamy 
pussy right up to me, "That's our business, sweetie!" 

As I boned the dickens out of Lorie, I reflected that 
talking to Dawn Damaso might not be a bad idea. She was 
reputed to be smart. And beautiful. I arched my back, 
drilled deeper into Lorie and took another thrilling 
nut right in her boiling snatch. She whined and wiggled 
and her nails raked my back as she told me again and 
again how much she loved what I was doing to her. Man, 
she was one hell of a whore! And smart too.

***

The next afternoon, I drove up to Tony's house. I 
admired the mansion he lived in and parked my Chevy 
beside a BMW convertible which I presumed belonged to 
Dawn. I had made damn fucking sure Tony wasn't home. 
Right now, Lorie was balling his brains out and had 
promised that my conference with Dawn would not be 
disturbed. I knew the way Lorie slung her cunt around 
and I was sure Tony would not be leaving her soon! Not 
many men with enough money to afford the bill, could 
tear themselves away from that hell-cat!

I rang the bell and a sexy maid answered. I told her 
who I was and said I wanted a word with Tony's wife.

She made me wait while she went away, presumably to 
check with the mistress of the house. When she returned 
she said that Missy Damaso would see me. 'Shit,' I 
wondered, 'Should I feel honored?'

As I was ushered into the living room of the mansion, I 
stood up a little taller at the sight of the woman 
lounging on the couch.

She was a stunner! I'd heard Dawn Damaso was a foxy-
looking dame, but that didn't nearly cover it. There 
are a lot of beautiful women in the world that one 
might not glance at twice, but this broad was in a 
class by herself. I don't know any other way to put it. 
She was just fucking sexy gorgeous! I know that sounds 
lame, but it's true. It would be hard not to look at 
her and not pop a rod.

The first thing I noticed, as they were stretched out 
on the couch, was tantalizing glimpses of long, sun-
kissed, luscious legs. Dawn had on a silky negligee and 
the filmy silk was thrown carelessly over those legs 
for an exciting, sexy effect. It was easy to imagine 
what a thrill it would be, throwing those legs over my 
shoulders.

The silk of the negligee bulged out enticingly around 
her ass as my eyeballs continued their pleasant walk up 
Dawn Damaso's hot body. She narrowed in nicely at her 
waist and from what I could see through the negligee 
she had a nice flat tummy. There was a dark ring of 
black material by her breasts, hiding her nipples, but 
that in no way concealed the generous mounds of tit-
flesh. The whole negligee was tied by her neck with a 
red ribbon and I could easily see that if she stood and 
a guy, say me, was to untie that ribbon, the whole 
silky negligee would kiss that luscious body all over 
as it slid to the floor.

But it was more than just her beauty. Before Tony had 
plucked her to be lady of the manor, it was said Dawn 
Damaso, Pussycat whore, threw out one hot, honey of a 
fuck! My trained eye for bedroom talent could easily 
see that it was true. She had the same complete self-
confidence; the same way of looking at a man, promising 
naughty treats to come, as did Lorie, my #1 whore, whom 
I had balled into the wee hours of the morning.

Dawn gazed up at me now with her pink-glossed lips 
parted and shiny and wet. She had a sultry look about 
her and a way of looking me over that told me that I 
was being appraised and judged, not just for my look, 
but for indications that I had the bedroom skills that 
might make me worth some of her time.

I smiled confidently and boldly adjusted my swelling 
prick. I knew I measured up!

"So you're Harry." Dawn said, taking a Virginia Slim 
from a case on the table beside her, "I've heard a lot 
about you."

As she slid the cigarette between those sexy lips I 
made like a gentleman and clicked my lighter for her.

"Good or bad?"

Dawn leaned forward slightly, causing the negligee to 
part a little, giving me a bone-stirring glimpse of her 
monster left boob, as she took the light I offered her.

She dragged hard, "What do you think? Sit, Harry."

I watched Dawn's generous chest heave as she filled her 
lungs and then blew smoke right at me. The casual way 
she did it announced that she did not care if it 
bothered me and that she was in charge here. This was 
Dawn's castle. She was queen. She was used to men 
worshipping at her feet and kissing her ass for a 
chance at a piece. But, behind her sexy look I could 
tell she was shrewdly appraising me, beyond my 
potential as a sack-mate! I had to play my cards right.

I sat.

"What is it you wanted to see me about, Harry?"

I leaned forward. "I just wanted to apprise you of a 
few facts, Dawn. I'm getting a little tired of doing 
all the work and your husband taking all the money. I'm 
thinking it's time for Harry to step up a little in the 
world."

Dawn gazed at me, coolly, as she dragged deeply on her 
cigarette, then she said, "It seems to me, Harry, for 
you to step up, the only place you have to step is 
right on my husband."

I nodded. "If that is what it takes. Would that bother 
you?"

Dawn smiled slightly and blew more smoke at me. "Not 
necessarily, Harry. I think you should pour us a drink. 
I want to hear more."

As I stood up, I could feel Dawn's eyes roaming up and 
down my frame. I went behind the bar and poured us each 
a scotch without asking her what she wanted.

I placed her drink just out of her reach on the table 
beside the couch, so she would have to lean forward to 
take it. I grinned at her.

Dawn smiled right back at me and deliberately leaned 
for her drink causing her silky negligee to part more, 
exposing more titty for Harry. She knew it, but said 
nothing, just carefully watched my eyes.

"Not very polite, Harry," she said as she sipped the 
scotch, "not even asking me what I want. And I'm used 
to getting what I want!"

"But only what I want!" she added.

The implication was that you should feel very lucky if 
you happened to be one of the things Dawn Damaso 
wanted! I judged her to be only interested in a very 
select group of rich, take-charge men. I wasn't rich 
but I figured I should show her how I could take charge 
of a situation.

"I didn't come here to ask you anything, Dawn. I came 
here, as a courtesy, to tell you certain things."

Her eyes were watching mine as she leaned forward again 
to sit down her drink and pick up her cigarette from 
the ash tray. Both her tasty-looking nipples were now 
peeking out at me! Dawn must be having hot thoughts, 
like me, as I could see those nipples stretching and 
starting to harden and poke out at me! My mouth was 
watering to get on them. She fucking knew it, the 
bitch, watching my eyes and smiling. I took a long slug 
of my scotch, trying to be nonchalant, trying to ignore 
my throbbing cock.

Dawn seemed totally oblivious to the fact that her 
knockers were now mostly bare, as she leaned back, 
exposing even more of those first-class boobs and 
exhaled smoke at the ceiling, "Well then, Harry," she 
said in a throaty voice, "Tell me interesting things."

I took a sip of my drink. "I'm taking over Pussycats. 
The girls are mine and your husband is through taking 
all the money. What do you think of that, Dawn?"

She laughed. "Do you think you are the first guy to sit 
there and tell me that? And you might have noticed that 
they are no longer around. Do you think you are tough 
enough, Harry? Do you have a plan? Tony won't go 
easily. He isn't the smartest guy I ever met or the 
best guy in the bedroom, but he has some tough guys 
working for him and he is not going to just hand things 
over. No way can you do it without my help."

I stood up, knowing my tight pants would out-line my 
package and I watched Dawn's eyes this time. "I guess 
we'll see if I am tough enough. And I don't need 
anyone."

Dawn shrugged, causing her big guns to jiggle 
enticingly. "I know lots of things, Harry. Useful 
things. But I'm not going to back a loser. Tony might 
be a bastard but, so far, he has been the winner. What 
about you? Are you a loser, Harry?" she teased.

My palms were itching to grab her knockers and show 
her. "What would you want in return?"

She gestured around the room. "I wouldn't want to lose 
all this. If I was to back you, Harry, you'd have to 
guarantee me that! I'd have to be sure. Are you the 
right man, Harry? Do we have a bargain?"

I stood, strode over, reached deliberately down and 
untied the ribbon holding her negligee.

"You have tempting knockers, Dawn-baby." I told her.

She chuckled, "Just how do they tempt you, lover? What 
do they make you want to do?"

"I want to squeeze them and bounce them and put them in 
my mouth!"

"Ooooh, big-man Harry! You're making me sizzle just 
thinking about it! You say you are out to destroy my 
husband. So why are you hesitating to throw a fuck into 
his wife? I can tell everything I need to know about a 
man by his performance between the sheets!"

I grinned and reached down to fill my hands with Dawn's 
hot tits! Her arms went around my neck and pulled my 
lips to hers! Her lips were soft and sweet and warm. 
Our tongues tangled in some naughty, slippery games!

I squeezed and juggled her firm tits and pinched the 
nipples making her squeal and chuckle. Then I gathered 
Dawn up in my arms. I heard silky sounds as the 
negligee slid from her body, when I lifted her, and 
remained draped on the couch. "O.K. sweet-stuff, - 
partner, - let's seal our bargain in bed!"

"You're pretty confident, Harry," she whispered, biting 
lightly at my lips, "I love that in a man!"

One of my hands was cradling Dawn's smooth, naked back 
and my other hand was cuddling and squeezing the nicest 
ass-cheeks I had grabbed in a long time! Her lips 
remained glued to mine and, as experienced as I was, 
her hot tongue was teaching mine some new tricks as I 
carried her down the hall.

I ripped my lips from hers. "Which room?" I asked.

"The spare room is there," she panted.

"Not good enough! I want his bed!" I kicked open the 
next door and something in the way her kiss got even 
hotter told me this was it. Ass-wipe Tony Damaso's bed. 
The bed he shared with his sex-pot wife that I had 
cuddled in my arms!

I slung her on the bed.

I stood beside the bed and, calmly as I could, undid my 
tie.

"You bastard," Dawn whispered, writhing, pussy leaking, 
naked on the bed, "Hurry up, stud! I'm on fire! I'm hot 
for your cock!"

I chuckled, "Easy, doll!" My prick was throbbing, my 
balls were churning but I forced myself to take it 
slow. I hung my pants neatly over the back of the 
chair. "Lot's of time for Harry to take care of 
business!" Something told me it was important that I 
stay in control.

When I got naked and joined her on the bed, Dawn 
slithered that hot body to me and rubbed it all over 
me. It was creamy and warm and her hands and lips were 
all over my body. "Harry-baby", -a kiss here -, "Harry-
honey", - a suck there -, Oh Harry!" 

I threw my leg over her and pinned her back on the bed 
presenting my prick to her mouth. 

Dawn had left whoring to be Tony's wife before I had 
come along and now Lorie was #1 at Pussycats. But as 
Tony's wife's silky lips gobbled on my cock I decided 
that, - no offense Lorie, - if Dawn wanted to start 
tricking again Lorie would have to resign herself to 
#2. The dick-slides into her hot, wet mouth were 
indescribable.

I let her lick and suck to her heart's content while I 
leaned back and had a hand squeezing cream from her wet 
crack.

Dawn was whimpering and squirting and I slid down and 
rubbed my cock between her fine breasts. Taking my 
pecker in hand I decorated both her nipples with cock-
drool.

Then I continued sliding down her body until I was 
lined up with that oozing crack.

She hugged me and kissed me and I rubbed my cock-head 
around in love-cream that was oozing out of her. She 
was so snug and her loving kisses on my knob had me 
swelled so big with fuck-lust, I had a hard time easing 
my pecker into Dawn.

But, with lots of sexy whimpering from Dawn, her fat, 
wet pussy-lips spread to accommodate my prick. I pushed 
with my hips and she whined and wriggled and thrust 
back at me as a few inches of cock disappeared into 
her. Her hands were clawing at my back and her lips 
were hot on mine and then her luscious legs wrapped 
around my hips and squeezed urging me to fuck her to 
her depths!

I teased her by pulling back slightly and she whined, 
"Oh, Harry! Stop fucking teasing and start fucking 
pleasing!"

I chuckled. Her big tits rode high but I shoved them 
higher to my mouth. I pressed her pink, door-bell 
nipples with my tongue.

"O.K., sweetie-pie! Let's fuck with gusto!"

Dawn groaned as I gave a mighty prick-stab and nine 
solid inches of cock slithered into her cooze! My ass 
became a spinning crank-shaft as I pistoned my pecker 
in and out of one of the creamiest, clingiest, hottest 
snatches I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking.

And it was that prick Tony's wife that I was making 
howl with my fucking. That made the fucking all the 
better!

I rammed-jammed it to her over and over and her pussy 
squirted and clutched at my prick bringing me, faster 
than normal, faster than I would have liked, to 
blasting my balls.

As I fucked I thought, 'What a fucking whore she must 
have been! Guys would pay a fortune for a chance to 
bust their nuts in this doll!'

My stinging nuts moved up tight. I sank deep to the 
hilt inside Dawn and stiffened. She moaned and kissed 
me and whimpered into my mouth how much my fuck-pokes 
were thrilling her. She caressed my head as my body 
trembled with the thrills of sending salvo after salvo 
of creamy cum into her.

When I was done my goodies I pulled out of her, pecker 
dripping, and panting, I collapsed beside her. Dawn was 
panting and sweaty too and rested for a minute before 
reaching for a cigarette.

"Harry-boy," She dragged deeply as she lit her 
cigarette, trying to quit shivering. Did anyone ever 
tell you that you put out one hell of a first-class 
fuck?"

I looked over at her and grinned. She looked damn sexy, 
lounging with her cigarette, still trembling from the 
warm cums I had fucked into her.

I chuckled, "Glad you liked it there, partner. You 
throw a pretty mean fuck yourself. Pussycats could use 
another girl like you!"

Dawn dragged on her cigarette and blew a stream of 
smoke over at me. "I've thought about it," she 
admitted. "But for every good fucking you get, you have 
to put up with a lot of duds. And ass-holes." She added 
slyly, "Like my husband."

"What about your husband?" Tony's voice came from the 
doorway.

Dawn looked over at her husband standing in the 
doorway, took another drag on her cigarette and said 
calmly, "Harry and I were just discussing ass-holes. 
How appropriate you should come in, Tony!"

He didn't look at her but at me. "And what do you think 
of my wife, Harry?" That is when I noticed the gun in 
his hand!

"Are you going to shoot me, Tony? Your wife's a hell of 
a piece, but you knew that, didn't you, Tony? How many 
times did you fuck her when she was whoring for you?"

He smiled. "I'm not going to shoot you, Harry. I might 
shoot her later but, first, I think I'll just enjoy 
beating the crap out of you. You are my employee, 
Harry. Your pay does not include my wife."

I stood, naked, and wondered if I could take him. Big 
as I was, Tony was bigger. But I was in better shape. I 
was out, every day, slugging, while he sat on his fat 
ass and got soft.

Tony dropped the gun on the bed, stepped forward and 
swung a roundhouse right that connected with my gut and 
knocked the wind out of me.

I doubled over and he brought his knee up and smashed 
it into my face.

That's when I heard the shot. 

I straightened up, gasping for breath. Dawn Damaso was 
standing, holding her husband's smoking gun. He had a 
surprised expression on his face as he vainly tried to 
reach around his back for what had hurt him. 

Then with a thud he landed on his face on the floor.

"Fuck, Dawn, what the hell did you do?"

She was calmly lighting a cigarette. "He came in here, 
wild, caught us in bed, and threatened us with this." 
She brandished the gun. "He hit me and started beating 
you. He dropped the gun, I grabbed it and shot him." 
She shrugged. "Simple."

"You killed him," I gasped, "Nothing simple about 
that!"

She smoked and laughed. "We're done with him, Harry. 
Pussycats is ours. And no jury will convict me. It was 
self-defense."

I sat on the side of the bed and shook my aching head 
from when Tony had bashed his knee into it.

"I don't know, Dawn. What about the cops? You know what 
cops can be like."

She laughed. "Yes I do, Harry. I know all the cops in 
this town from my hooking days. I bought most of them 
off by throwing them a hot fuck, just like the one I 
just gave you. Trust me, partner. It'll be all right."

She sat beside me and put one arm around my shoulders. 
I was still struggling to get my breath. Her other hand 
reached and juggled my balls.

"Oh, poor Harry. Did my husband," she laughed, "that 
is, my now expired husband hurt you?"

"Fuck, Dawn, this is serious."

She laughed and blew smoke, "Relax, I'm calling the 
cops myself."

When she finished on the phone she came back to the 
bed. "They'll be here in twenty minutes. It'll take 
them that long to get out here from the city. How are 
you feeling, Harry?"

"Sore."

"Then lay back, Harry. Let Dawn make you feel better 
while we wait for the cops."

I lie back on the bed. My head was aching. My mind was 
whirling. Way off the distance I could hear cop sirens.

But, suddenly, nothing mattered, not even my dead boss 
on the floor. I decided I couldn't lose here. I hadn't 
touched the gun. Dawn was one sweet fuck and I could do 
worse for a partner but if she got locked up for doing 
me a favor and shooting Tony, well, sorry Dawn, but 
Pussycats was just full of pussy for Harry! Either way, 
I was now head honcho of the classiest sex operation in 
town. 

So, feeling pretty pleased with myself, I tangled my 
hands in Dawn's silky hair and, with Dawn's drool 
wetting my prick, I grinned, lay back and enjoyed her 
blowing my nuts again!

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