Dick Slide - The Business End Of Her

An overcast November sky ladled a chilling downpour, sending wave after dark green wave of white-capped water crashing against the jagged rocks of the deserted beach. And in a house high up on the bluff, looking out through a mist-shrouded window, Paulette Bodine allowed her mind to wander, thinking back to the first meeting with the naked and sleeping man on the wide rumpled bed behind her.

It had been mid-July in Malibu, she recalled, watching the timeless undulation of the sea far below her. Bobby Fender, the man sprawled in exhausted slumber, his features satisfied and innocent, had suggested they have a drink after work to celebrate his promotion to Divisional Sales Manager of the entire West Coast branch of Astro-Pile Incorporated, makers of the green artificial turf that carpeted most of the major football stadiums across the country.

She folded her arms across her ample chest, looking out into the velvet night as she remembered her surprise and ready agreement to his invitation, gushing with obvious delight, "Just let me put on fresh make-up and I'll be right with you."

A small smile tugged at her scarlet mouth as she again pictured his soft eyes on her as she got from behind her desk and crossed the spacious office to the hall leading to the ladies' room, remembered the familiar warming along her thighs as she hurried the make-up onto her face and brushed out her flowing brown hair to splay regally across her slender shoulders.

"I'm ready," she announced, coming back into the office and spinning prettily for his inspection.

"You look great," he told her, letting his eyes travel over her smooth curves before taking her arm and guiding her out the door.

Paulette turned from the window and stood watching Bobby's sleeping form. A tiny smile caressed the corners of her wide-set almond eyes as she studied the features of the man who had changed her entire life. From an eighteen-year-old girl from Nebraska, she thought, to an experienced woman of nineteen had been no easy transition. But thanks to Bobby and America's growing support of football as the national pastime, she had been afforded the opportunity of womanhood, and she had taken it, gobbled it up, in fact.

She stepped lightly to the bed and sat gently beside him, careful not to wake him, and looked down into his sleeping face, seeing his slightly parted lips, his sharp cheekbones, so prominent when awake yet soft and gently rounded in repose. Using one delicate finger she pushed an errant wisp of hair back from his forehead, easing the lonely strand back into place among his wavy brown curls. She enjoyed touching him, caring for him, seeing him like this, so defenseless, so hers to fondle and hold and know every inch of his slender body.

The thin sheet that covered him was draped across his middle, no real protection from the cold, and certainly no protection from her probing eyes. Her mouth watered at the thick shape of his tool so clearly outlined against his thigh. Huge even in sleep, the shaft lay smooth under the thin sheath of material, the head a plum-sized lump in the sheer linen, sending shivering chills of anticipation coursing through her.

The tip of her coral tongue wet her lips as she stared at it, willing it to life with silent pleading, knowing the hard, rampant strength of it. And quietly, afraid to wake him, she slipped softly from the bed and slid her silver housecoat off her shoulders, letting it drop in a tangled heap at her feet before moving to the foot of the bed and slowly pulling the sheet from his body, exposing his blue-veined root to her greedy eyes.

She softly curled up near his legs, her pretty face etched with thoughtful hunger as she positioned herself, resting her head on an upraised arm only inches from his lolling tool She stared at it for long minutes, feasting on the details of the magnificent shaft, indelibly setting its flaccid size in her mind before bringing her hand to it with slow certainty, feeling the warmth of it as she hefted it into her small palm.

"You magnificent bastard," she whispered lovingly, accenting each syllable with coarse desire as she brought her lips to the wide tip.

Bobby awoke and looked down just as the ruby oval of her mouth closed over the broad head of his already lengthening prick.

"Aww," he sighed sleepily, blinking a few times to clear his fuzzy vision. "Now that my dear, is a nice way to wake up." He turned full on his back and relaxed back against the pillows, watching her consume more of his thickening shaft with each stroke of her hot and hungry mouth.

Paulette felt the surging throb as it grew, pushing further into her throat as it unlimbered its mighty length. And never taking the smooth purple tip from her mouth, she slipped between his legs and knelt, feasting on his standing manhood.

Bobby smiled lazily and interlaced his fingers behind his head, letting her have her way with his body, thoroughly enjoying her ministrations. He saw the glistening wide rim of his cock peek out from between her pouting lips as she completed each loving stroke, then saw it disappear again as she brought her mouth quickly down, attempting to take it all, delighting him and giving him a sense of power that her best efforts met repeated failure on the huge rock-hard shaft.

Paulette fondled his balls, gently rolling the smooth sac in her fingers as the slippery-skinned prick slid in and out of her willing mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft and tried to force more of the rampant tool into her throat. She moaned softly, thinking of the plum-sized knob that held her jaws wide, wishing he would stop her and throw her on her back, exposing her furry muff to his greedy eyes before plunging his eight-inch rod into her eager cunt.

Bobby raised himself on his elbows to watch more closely. He felt her soft tongue whisper along the underside of his standing tool, then a moment later it slowly curled itself demandingly around the tip as she altered the pace of her lovemaking, playfully nibbling at the glistening head for long teasing seconds before bringing her happy eyes up to meet his.

"You're doing fine," he informed her, adding with a contented smile, "You're getting better every day."

"That's because," she said in a little girl's voice, kissing the heavy rod, "I like what I'm doing, and most importantly, I like who I'm doing it to."

"Well quit talking so much and keep doing it," he chided at her teasing. Then seeing the red-rimmed helmet lose itself once again between her moist lips, he added knowingly, "You weren't so eager to suck a dick a couple of months ago."

She took a deliberate deep stroke, feeling the silken smoothness of his manhood slide maddeningly over her tongue and into the back of her throat, thinking of what he had said. Then backing off it slowly, letting her lips drag poutingly along the shaft, she grinned impishly up at him. "I just had to be coaxed a little bit," she said, talking into his throbbing organ as if it were a microphone. "Besides," she objected gently, "I didn't know a couple of months ago that I would enjoy selling Astro-Pile so very much."

He smiled appreciatively down at her, showing an even row of white teeth, knowing the brown-haired girl gently caressing his dick had done a hell of a job lately at the "public relations" end of several of his deals, and that actual sales were coming quicker, with higher commissions too, he thought. He silently thanked her for the help she had been and said, "I'm glad you're enjoying your work so much."

"Who wouldn't?" she asked in surprise. "I met you. I make good money. I meet a lot of athletes. I-"

"And you ball a few too. Don't forget that," he interrupted.

She was suddenly humble under his scrutinizing gaze, saying with mock servility, "I thank you, Lord and Master, for the opportunity of performing my meager tasks for you."