Gilbert Michaels - Society slut

"Have you decided what you want to do yet, dear?" she asked.

"No, not really. I suppose it'll take me a few weeks to get back into the swing of things."

"I could get you invitations to some parties and balls if you'd like that." "Yes, I think I would but not right now. I mean I'm not in any rush."

"Of course you're not. I just thought you were anxious to begin your life here, that's all."

"I am, but in my own good time."

So she has a mind as well as a body, thought Martha as she sipped her coffee while Caroline hovered in the background.

Well, we'll see about that after a few weeks of Cordova's cock therapy. We're both in a rush my dear, but you don't know it yet.

"Where's Cordova?" asked Samantha.

"He's waxing the Rolls. Why?"

"I thought I'd do some shopping. I want him to drive me unless you have plans for him."

"Me? No and even if I did I'm sure we could work something out whereby we could share him."

"Yes, I'm sure we could. I'll be in my room.

Could you send him up in about thirty minutes?"

"Caroline will tell him, won't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I think I'll go down to the club and lay in the sun. You're welcome to Cordova and the Rolls. I'll take my Thunderbird. Want to come with me or meet me there afterwards?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure."

"Then I'll see you at dinner," said Martha as she kissed Samantha lightly on her cheek.

"Yes."

Martha left and Samantha lingered over her coffee, smoking a cigarette. Ten minutes later Martha came down from upstairs, waved to Samantha and then went into the garage where she got into her car and drove away.

"Tell Cordova he can come up anytime, whenever he's finished," said Samantha.

"Yes, Miss Harding," said Caroline as she cleared off the table.

Samantha went up to her room where she puttered around for a few minutes as she tried to decide what she wanted to do.

After a few minutes she made up her mind.

So soon, thought Cordova after Caroline delivered the message.

"Tell her I have to clean up, then I'll come and fetch her," he instructed.

Caroline didn't bother to go up in person. Instead she called on the house telephone and relayed Cordova's message.

Cordova changed into a fresh uniform, wearing a plain black suit. The black cap gave him away though and as he walked up the stairs that led to the second floor he wondered what Samantha had in store for him.

Her room was airy and got a lot of light but it wasn't nearly as large as her mother's. He knocked on the door, cap in hand.

"Come in," called Samantha.

He went in but didn't see her. The room was neat. The larger bed was somewhat conspicuous but he was surprised. He had been expecting her to be very messy, with clothes flung all over the place but that wasn't the case.

"I'll be right out," she said from behind the closed bathroom door.

"I'll wait outside."

"Stay right where you are."

There was a chair by the window and he wondered if he should sit down or not. He decided not to. He felt uncomfortable.

Even though Martha had given him the green light he still didn't trust her one hundred per cent, not being able to tell for sure what was going on inside her head.

He knew there wasn't a way out so he decided not to worry about it, to do as he saw fit and to hope for the best, come what may.

"Do you like it?" asked Samantha.

She was wearing a string bikini. The bra covered her nipples and a little more. The bottom half just managed to conceal the vee of her sex mound and the crack between her buttocks.

For all intents and purposes she was naked.

She modeled it for him. She put her hands on her hips and turned this way and that, giving him a lot of different angles.

He could see her now better. The night before in the back seat of the Rolls Royce it was difficult but now it was very plain.

She had an excellent figure. The legs were long, the waist could have been narrower but she had nice hips and a good rib cage.

Her breasts were smallish compared to her mother's but they rode high on her chest, didn't sag at all and the nipples looked hard already.

"Yes, it's very nice?"

"I bought it just before I left. Think the boys will go for it?"

"I'm sure they will."

She came over to him, swinging her hips provocatively. "New uniform?"

"I like it." She ran a finger down his chest. Then she turned and walked over to the window and looked down into the spacious backyard. "Mother's gone, she'll be gone all day?"

"I know."

"Does that please you?"

"It makes no difference to me."

She turned, resting against the window sill. "It does to me."

"Why?"

"Why do you think, silly?"

"I have no idea."

"Because now we can be alone for a while."

"I thought you wanted to go shopping?"

"I do but we can do that later, afterwards?' "After what?" he asked, trying to play it as straight as possible.

"You don't think that last night was a one night stand do you?"

"I didn't think anything about it."

"Well, it wasn't. You're too good for your own good," she said.

He couldn't argue with her there so he said nothing.

"Besides, now we can take our time?"

"I still don't know what you're talking about," insisted Cordova.

"This is what I'm talking about."

Samantha pulled down the spaghetti straps and let her bra slide down her arms. She dropped it onto the bed and thrust out her breasts defiantly at him.

"Aren't I making myself clear enough?"

"Yes, you are."

"You know that there are thousands of men who'd like nothing more than to fuck me?"

"That's a reasonable assumption."

"And I'm practically throwing myself at you and you turn your nose up."

"No, I'm not."

"What then?"

"Trying to get out of a difficult situation," lied Cordova.

"Well, unless you come through for me, you'll be in a worse situation than you imagined."

"I don't want to hear anything about that?"

"I don't blame you. I could press charges against you, you know?"

"No, I don't."

"Well officer, I was trying on this new bikini and the chauffer came into my room and ripped it off and violated me against my will. What do you think it's worth? Ten years in San Quentin? Fifteen?"

"No one would believe you."

"I wouldn't chance it if I were you?"

"I don't intend to."

"And don't tell me you haven't got the beginnings of a nice erection either, I can see it from here?"

"You're right."

"Good, now take off your clothes and let me see it all," she snapped.

Anger flashed in his eyes as he stripped. He stood naked before her, pissed off. "That's better, isn't it?" she asked sweetly. "I have a feeling the best is yet to come."

"That's the way I like to hear you talk."

"See how much better it is when you're nice," cooed Samantha.

She stood in front of him and reached down so she could gently tug on his limp dick, gradually turning it into a full erection.

"Ah, that's better, such a nice cock."

She put her hands behind his head and drew his mouth down to hers so she could kiss him, thrusting her tongue into him.

She pressed her almost completely naked body hard against him, her breasts flattening out against his chest as their tongues dueled.

She felt his rod dig into her and it excited her so that when she finally broke the embrace she was already panting.

She stepped back and leaned over, her breasts swinging free from her body as she took off the bottom half of her body.

"You're going to love this," she said as she led him over to the bed. "Now just lie down and I'll get you even harder."

Cordova did that and watched as she positioned herself between his legs. She held his cock by its base so she could swirl the flat of her tongue all over the head a dozen times.