Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

She looked different, very different, than when Wiley had seen her the previous afternoon. She was stark naked.

Her arms were raised and her conical breasts and furry crotch were thrust forward as if she were about to receive a man. Her breasts were full with long nipples. Her belly was flat, her thighs lush, the legs supple with finely curved calves. She stayed the way she was, as though Wiley were just another piece of the furniture.

Celeste Harper looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Yes?"

Wiley mumbled something about having a portrait painted and waiting in the other room. He backed out, feeling like an idiot.

He smoked and waited for about half an hour. At last she came out, tall and coldly beautiful, with raven black hair loose and swinging around her shoulders.

"I don't like to be disturbed while I'm working. What do you want?"

"I'm thinking about having a portrait done… of a girl."

"I charge five hundred dollars here in the studio."

"This girl can't come to the studio. It would have to be done from a photo." Wiley opened the envelope he carried and withdrew an 8x10 glossy. He held the picture side toward himself.

"In that case, it would be more… perhaps a lot more. It's hard to capture someone from a photo."

"It's a very good photo."

"Is that it?" She held out her hand.

Instead of giving it to her, Wiley flipped it around and pushed it in front of her face.

Bingo.

If Celeste Harper would have had weak bowels, Wiley was sure she would have shit right there in her mannish slacks. Her face went stark white. Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her tits and she took two steps away from him. "Who… who are you?"

"You're not painting me."

"How do you know this girl?"

"Why? Do you know her?"

"No! No, I… I've never seen her before. I'm sorry, I… I can't help you. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to work. Good day."

She hustled back into the studio room before Wiley could say or do anything to stop her. The door locked behind her. He debated breaking it down and then thought better of it.

He'd found Celeste. Now he would take his time and find the man through her.

The elevator door was just opening when the little girl ran down the hall and slipped her arm through his. "Boy, did you get to her!"

"Why?"

"Because she kicked me out without gettin' any!"

"Huh?"

"Use your head. I'm a working girl. I make a buck any way I can. Celeste has me model for an hour or so a week, and then pays me fifty bucks. But it ain't for the modeling."

"What's it for?"

"She's gay. She digs my pussy."

"Oh, shit."

"After you left she practically dived for phone. I got the name and number."

Maybe this was it, Wiley thought. "Give."

"No. You give. What's it worth?"

"Fifty."

"Boy, you want it bad. But I can't take money under false pretenses."

"So, give it to me."

"You're a hell of a good-looking guy. I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you in my apartment. Right after you give me fifty bucks for my pussy."

Her name was Edie, and Wiley found out fast that she was not only a part-time hooker. She was also a part-time nymphomaniac.

They were in the bedroom of her apartment, naked. Edie was oohing and ahhing and working his swollen dick like it was the first one she'd ever seen.

"Jesus. Damn. My fucking instincts are never wrong. God, what a cock! Beautiful, beautiful big dick!"

Her wide eyes on his cock made it harder. She stood directly in front of him, and he could almost smell her need. She could see his. Putting his arms around her, his hands moved lower, cupping her fleshy buttocks.

He pulled her to him. His hands began to move slowly around and around on the cheeks of her ass. The motion caused her full, flaring hips to rotate against his body.

He looked down between their bodies, between the heaving swell of her breasts. His cock was mashed against her belly, pointing straight up, the head pressing against her navel.

His mouth found her waiting lips. They kissed slowly, passionately. His tongue wormed its heated way past gleaming teeth into her mouth. He found a tongue as eager as his when they met and licked at each other furiously. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended, they were panting heavily.

"God, let's fuck," she crooned. "I wanna see what that big son-of-a-bitch feels like inside me!"

Wiley kissed the tip of her right tit. It swelled to an even greater size. Slowly he moved his lips around the bobbing nipple, then brought his tongue into play.

Edie squealed in delight and her hands became a blur on his cock.

He pulled her backward with him onto the bed. He rolled her over beneath him and slid one hand down between their bodies until he felt the swell of her belly and then the smoothness of her ass. His probing fingers continued on. When he could feel the softness of her dark, softly curling pubic bush, he paused.

Gently, he caressed, and his fingers combed through her pubic hair until he found the peak of her wet slit.

"Oh, Jesus… oh, sweet Jesus, you're turning me on," she moaned.

"You got a lot of nice body to turn on, honey," he said. "Just relax and enjoy it."

She was beginning to writhe and hump her cunt against his exploring fingers. Her frantic hands surrounded his rigid cock. She pumped the throbbing shaft furiously, expertly.

"Now, honey… do it to me now!" she begged, her voice barely audible in his ear. "Put it in me… fuck me with it!"

Her aroused body twisted and writhed in need beneath him. Moving a little to the side, he allowed her to lie flat while he moved between her legs.

Her thighs parted eagerly. His cock, already wet with his own desire, slid from the mound of her belly. His seeping cockhead slithered down and came to rest lightly in the gap between her parted cunt lips.

"Oh, God, now!" she gasped. "Give it to me! Just hump and ram your prick into me!"

She was arching toward him, shoving the mouth of her cunt toward his cock. He settled himself deeper between her thighs, and his chest slid over the hard tips of her thrusting tits.

"Ohhh, that feels good," she cried, as the huge tip of his cock tickled the tender lips of her soaking cunt.

"Put it in," Wiley commanded.

She guided his cock into her cunt in one smooth, long stroke.

He paused, grinding his pelvic bone against her hardened and exposed clitoris, and then he began a smooth, in-and-out pumping motion.

"Good?" he said, panting slightly with exertion.

"The best," she replied, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting her ass high in the air. "Oh, yes, like that, baby. Oh, honey, you got a nice cock! Feed it to me good… yes… yes!"

He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her roughly up to him. His throat erupted in animal grunts of desire as he pounded his thick meat into her wet pussy.

Her face became contorted with lust, and her head moved wildly from side to side on the pillow. Her big tits rolled back and forth, the nipples brushing and heating up against the hair on his cheat.

She was climbing toward her peak and he knew it. He felt her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him to give her everything he had.

"You got it?" he panted.

"Oh, y-yeah," she stammered. "I'm right there, baby… I'm so close… don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

Her body tightened and arched up against him. Her bone ground violently against his as her pussy sucked and swallowed the full force of his hammering cock.

"I got it… I got it… nooooow!" she screamed.

Her release was violent as only a professional whore's can be. When a pro gets it, she gets it good, whether it's on the end of another woman's tongue or, now and then, on the big shaft and head of a good cock.