J Watson - Linda_s talented tongue

There was a timid knock on her door.

"Come in," Linda Kay said.

Judy Hunter was a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty with tits that threatened to bunt out of the tight blouse she wore. Linda Kay knew immediately that Judy Hunter would never get a real job. She was too big in the ass and her tits were just too big. But she would be perfect for porno-movies. Linda Kay could imagine her ruby red lips locked around some man's cock, while his cum dripped out of the corners of her mouth.

"Sit down, Mrs. Hunter," Linda Kay said crisply.

Judy crossed her legs and pulled her skirt primly down over her knees. Linda Kay admired Judy's legs. They were not too fat and were nicely turned.

"I've been looking over your application," Linda Kay said. "I see that you haven't been doing any model jobs for almost five years."

"Yes," the woman explained. "You see, I was married and we didn't feel like I should work."

"Yes," Linda Kay put on her most stony expression. "Well, you see, Mrs. Hunter. I just don't know of anything that you'd be suited for at this time. If we find anything, I'll be sure to call you.

Judy Hunter's expression fell as Linda Kay had known it would.

"Please! If you have anything at all. My husband lost his job and we're having a hard time."

"I'm sorry. Well call you if we find anything." Judy Hunter was crestfallen. She picked up her handbag to leave. She was almost to the door when Linda Kay looked up again."

"There is one thing," Linda Kay said suggestively."

"Yes," Judy said, with her eyes lighting up.

"No," Linda Kay shrugged. "On second thought, I don't think you'd be interested."

"I would," Judy said. "Tell me. I'd be interested in anything."

"Well," Linda Kay said. "We do have a few girls who work private contracts. They go out and model for men who aren't professionals. They do expect their girls to take off their clothes."

"My clothes!" Judy looked shocked. "You mean, they'd want me to model naked."

"Yes," Linda Kay said.

"But I couldn't do that."

"Okay," Linda Kay said. "It was just in idea."

Linda Kay started reading her folders again. She knew that Judy was not gone. The young married woman still stood, with her hand on the knob of the door.

"How much would these men pay?" Judy asked.

Linda Kay almost laughed out loud. Some of the women would simply walk on out the door when Linda Kay stated her terms. Same of them would ask leading questions. Linda Kay liked the women who came right out and asked about the money.

"Twenty dollars," Linda Kay stated. "But you're expected to take off all your clothes and pose in any way they want you too. You can't argue if he wants to put the camera between your legs."

Or anything else, Linda Kay thought, but she didn't voice her thought.

"Twenty dollars," Judy mused. "I could use the money. Could I have an appointment soon?"

"I can set it up today," Linda Kay said.

Judy Hunter looked at the address written on the slip of paper. It was the right place. It was a dirty hotel and it didn't look very impressive. But she had to have money. Her husband had given up looking for a job and she needed money and clothes for her children.

She didn't want to go through with it. Just the thought of taking off her clothes, of letting another man look at her body, made, her skin crawl. But it seemed she had no choice. She didn't have to tell her husband exactly how she had gotten the money.

She knocked on the door. A beefy-looking man came to the door dressed in jeans and a shirt. His hair was uncombed and he hadn't shaved in a while. There was the odor of whiskey on his breath.

"You the girl from the agency?" he asked.

"Yes," Judy said.

"Well, come on in, honey."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room. Judy saw cameras on a stand near a dirty bed. She almost turned to run away but she choked back her fear.

"Take off your clothes," the beefy man said. "I want to get started. I've only got an hour."

Judy's hands trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse. She kept thinking of the money. The money was all that mattered. It didn't matter that the man was ogling her as she pulled the blouse off and laid it on the edge of a chair.

"Goddamn!" the man roared. "I ain't seen tits like them in a long time! Makes my cock hard just looking at them. Get with it, honey. Get the rest of your clothes off!"

Judy looked at him in horror. She had not heard words like that coming from anyone. She didn't have the courage to lift her hands to her bra clasp.

"I said get with it," the man roared again. "If you can't do it, I'll help. Or maybe you want me to help."

Judy quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes except for her panties. The man stopped her there.

"Leave them on, honey. For a while."

He motioned for her to go to the bed. She climbed up on it and sat on her knees. He motioned her to squeeze her breasts and then he began to run the camera, posing her in unimaginable positions.

He offered her a drink before asking her to take off her panties. The drink was in a dirty glass, but Judy took it gratefully. Then she took off her panties and the man began to film her totally nude.

Judy began to pant. She wasn't sure what it was. Her crotch was beginning to itch, as if there was an uncontrollable fire inside her, and she began to squeeze her nipples, but this time it was in an attempt to stop her fire.

She forgot about the man. She was only concerned about the burning inside her. She forgot about him until she realized he was no longer taking pictures. She looked up to find him standing over hen He was naked, his cock swaying limply between his legs. Judy had never seen such a huge cock. Even soft, it was twice as big as her husband's. Suddenly she wanted that cock inside her. She wanted it worse than anything.

"There was something in my drink," she accused, as she realized what was happening to her.

"Possible," the man grinned, as he dropped down on the bed beside her.

He was ugly and he had a terrible body odor, but Judy no longer cared. The only thing she cared about was getting his cock hard. She placed her lips on it. She sucked it into her mouth, sucked it until it was hard and stiff. Then she drew back and pulled him on top of her, his hard prick positioned between her thighs. She tried to pull him into her, but he resisted. She could dimly bear him laughing at her.

"You hot, baby?" he said. "You hot for old Charlie's cock?"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Please give it to me!"

"You tell me what you want. You tell me what you want and maybe I'll let you have it."

"I want your cock," she said. She knew she was begging for it, but she-could not stop herself. She wanted his cock. "I want to be fucked. Please fuck me, please put your cock in my cunt!"

They were words she had never used, but she screamed them at him. She kept screaming them until he drove into her with his cock. She raised her legs and let him get deep inside, trying to find the place where his cock would ease her itching.

"You fucking housewives," the beefy man said. "I see you on the streets all the time. Twitching your asses and showing your tits. All of you are big fucking teases, but now Charlie's got you pinned and you're loving it. Aren't you loving it, bitch!"

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Oh, yes!"

He began to cruelly squeeze her tits. He fondled her nipple with his thumb and she cried out. His cock was pounding her nearly into the mattress and all the time he was laughing.

That's good little housewife. Your pussy is so fucking good. I love it. So tight and nice.

She realized that she was suffering the worst possible humiliation at the hands of this ugly man, but she didn't care at all. The only thing that mattered was the itchy fire in her cunt. If her husband had walked in, she couldn't have stopped, even though she knew she looked more animal than human with her ass coming off the bed and her legs high in the air.