Gilbert Michaels - Society slut

She felt her clit begin to assert herself.

Is it my imagination or is it real? No, it was real, there was a sleeping tiger there and the only thing she had to do was to wake it up.

"I used to go to the waterfront too when I was a little girl," she said.

"Oh."

"My nanny used to take me. I remember seeing the families of the fishermen waiting for them to return. Some of the women didn't look too happy."

"They probably weren't. A lot of fishermen don't know how to swim."

"They were big families and they all seemed to live in small houses."

"They did."

"There were a lot of kids running around, dirty little things but they looked happy."

"They were."

Cordova played her along like a fish on a line, wondering what kind of game she was playing and was she playing with him or herself or both of them.

He wasn't sure he wanted to get too involved with her. He had heard stories and they were all the same and they all had the same ending.

The young mistress of the house comes home. She's hot and horny, gets the good looking chauffer to fuck her. The mother or father finds out and if they don't slap a law suit on you-you get fired at the very least.

And all for a piece of ass.

Still, she was a good looking girl. Cordova knew she was eighteen and how much experience could she possibly have gotten by now? Her breasts were smallish but firm and her legs long and her whole figure was willowy and he liked the way she carried herself.

She was proud and haughty but at the same time there was something else about her, another quality. Was it the quality of a bitch, a whore?

"I wondered how they ever got any privacy," she said looking out of the window.

"What do you need that for?"

"Well, for-for…"

"For making babies?"

"Yes," answered Samantha evenly, "for making babies, among other things."

"It was all quite open in our house."

"You mean you used to watch?"

"At times it was hard not to."

"Did it."

"Turn me on?"

"Yes."

"Every now and then it did but it also did something else," he said.

"And what was that?"

"It made me realize at a very young age that a woman is a beautiful thing."

"I think I understand what you mean." Samantha was in no hurry to get home to the stuffy atmosphere which she knew awaited her.

Besides, she wanted to talk to Cordova some more. Who knew when the next opportunity would present itself? She had to do it now.

"Do you know a place called Rainbow Cove?"

"Yes."

"Take me there."

"It is getting late. Your mother will be worried," said Cordova.

"Let her worry, I don't care."

"She will be angry with me. Maybe she'll fire me and I need this job Miss Harding."

"Well, I'll fire you if you don't take me there. How does that sound?"

"Like you are a very determined woman."

"I am. Are we going?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"I don't know about that."

"Don't worry about my mother. I'll tell her I was hungry and that we stopped off to get something to eat," she reassured him.

"I feel better already."

Rainbow Cove was on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was popular during the day.

There was a small beach there and the view of the San Francisco skyline was unmatched.

It was also popular at night too. Lovers parked their cars there. The police didn't bother any one and so far there hadn't been any reported incidents of anyone getting raped or mugged or murdered.

Cordova stepped on the gas and the Rolls Royce responded, gliding between cars, intimidating them so that they moved over and let it through.

Samantha had something on her mind. She wasn't sure what it was, it hadn't taken form yet but she was curious to see how far she'd go.

She wanted to stroke the tiger, see if she could wake him up. And then what? Why, what do you think, she asked herself.

"Here we are," announced Cordova as he stopped the car and shut off the engine.

It was deserted. There was a slight rise that led to a two lane highway. You could hear the cars above but you couldn't see them.

Perfect, thought Samantha as she got out of the

There was a breeze off of the bay that ruffled her hair. But it wasn't cold. The lights were on in the city and the sight never failed to amaze Samantha.

She could look at it for hours.

"So you learned a lot about sex."

"Yes, I did."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty five Miss Harding"

Samantha stood with her arms folded under her breasts. Cordova was to her rear and left, leaning against the side of the car.

"Are you any good?" she asked.

"At what?"

"You know what I mean."

"I suppose I am."

Samantha had a wild impulse. Why not go all the way? What was preventing her? She didn't have anything to lose and everything to gain.

"Do you like to see me happy?"

"Of course."

"Then I have a job for you."

"A job?"

Samantha turned and closed the distances between their bodies. She drew his face down close to hers so she could run the tip of her tongue across his lips before she slithered it in.

At the same time she rubbed his groin with a knee, thrilling as she felt his hardening cock. His tongue poked at hers.

"Make love to me," she said after she had broken the quick but passionate embrace.

"I don't know."

"Why not? Don't you think I'm attractive?"

"Yes but…"

"But what?"

"I don't want to be fired."

"Then do as I ask," she snapped.

Samantha got into the spacious rear seat and took off her skirt and blouse, draping them over the small vanity table that folded out.

"Don't you like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes, very much."

"There's more."

Cordova stood and watched as she unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms. The breeze made her nipples get hard and erect.

Then she hooked her thumbs into the elastic that supported her panties so she could slide them down over her thighs.

There was no danger of anyone seeing them. The car had tinted windows and if she remembered correctly, her mother always made sure that their drivers knew how to handle a pistol and were licensed to do so.

Cordova's eyes ran up and down her lush body, lingering on her breasts before moving down to the hairs bulging vee of her sex.

"Well?" she asked.

"I'll be with you in a minute."

Cordova quickly stripped off his uniform, glancing up at the highway. There was a pistol in the glove compartment and his license was*in his pocket.

He was trapped and he knew it. Samantha meant business and he knew she could easily have him fired. So he decided to make the best of it.

He knelt on the carpeting beside her and ran his hands up and down her body. Then he leaned over arid licked one of her nipples.

Samantha ran her fingers through his fine brown hair as he chewed gently on her. She arched her chest upwards, forcing him to take as much of her breast flesh as he possibly could.

This was going to be it. This was going to be the time she had been waiting for-for her entire life and nothing was going to spoil it.

"Yes, yes," she panted as he sucked on her other breast and nipple.

His hand rubbed her cunt mound, making her spread her legs as she got more and more excited. He thrust a finger up into her slit and started to ream her out.

Samantha pulled him up so that he was able to sit on the side of the seat. She stroked his cock up and down before she held it, thrilling at its thickness, admiring it as if she had never ken a cock before.

"Such nice looking meat," she said softly.

She leaned over, her breasts swinging free from her body, her hair grazing his thighs as she snaked out the tip of her tongue.