Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

Bill had never given head before, only heard about it, but he knew it would take something extraordinary to distract this hot little chick. He intended to blind her with pleasure, bring her off, and then get the hell away from temptation.

"Oooohhh!" Tina squealed. "Oohh, I just love that!"

Bill lashed his rough wet tongue around and around the hot shaft of her little clit, and he got a faceful of steamy pussy-juice in return. The girl was highly aroused, moaning, squealing, creaming like crazy, bucking her slim hips. It wouldn't take long to make her come.

But Tina distracted him. In her excitement she fumbled around till she was touching his erect and aching prick again. Her fingers curled around his cock, began to pump…

"Awwwww," Bill moaned.

He did his best to keep her aroused and distracted. He sucked her tiny hot joy-button into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. He sucked the squirming little organ till Tina was screaming shrilly with pleasure and her cunt-juice was squirting out in hot floods.

But she never stopped pumping his swollen dick. It was a race against time, trying to bring her off before he shot his load. Bill felt sweat breaking out all over his body as he struggled not to come. He drank in her fragrant cunt-juice, sucked her little hot clit for all he was worth. He was trembling right on the brink of climax, when Tina suddenly gave a piercing squeal, threw her legs wide apart, and began to come.

"Ohhhhhhh, Dad!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh! Ooohhhh!!"

Her little hand squeezed tight around his achingly full cock, and Bill gasped blissfully as he felt himself starting to come. He clapped a hand over his squirting cock-head-what would Lynn think if she found dried jism all over Tina's bed?

"Dad," Tina said dazedly, "what happened? I felt so good!"

"You came, baby," said Bill. "Had an orgasm.

"Oh, wow," she sighed, "so that's what it's like… Man, it's out of sight."

"Yes," Bill agreed, "but now it's time to go to sleep."

He got up and started for the door. Tina was frowning. At last she said, "Hey, Dad, wait! That wasn't fucking. What we did-it wasn't what I wanted to know about."

"That's right," said Bill, "and I can't teach you. Someday your husband will."

He left her pouting. He had heavier things on his mind right now. What if Lynn found out that he'd made love to their daughter? My God…

He'd just have to trust Tina to keep their secret.

When Lynn arrived for her second evening of work at the Pussy Cat Club, Ed Green called her into the office. He didn't seem happy, frowning at her as he chewed his big black cigar.

"Look," he said. "I had a complaint about you.

"A complaint?" Lynn was surprised. She'd only had one customer, fat little Arthur, and he'd seemed quite pleased with her.

"Yeah," said Green, "that customer yesterday said you weren't adventurous enough."

Lynn's heart pounded. She didn't want to lose this job. "I'm sorry, Ed," she said, "but since it was only my first night, I really didn't know what to do. How can I improve?"

Green flashed her an evil grin. "It's simple, baby. You gotta put out."

Lynn blushed. She remembered Hazel's remark:

"This ain't nothing but another cathouse." Lynn had tried to forget that remark. But now Green was reminding her.

He laughed harshly. "What's to forget? You gotta fuck if the customer wants it. You do anything the customer wants. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Lynn said miserably.

She could admit to herself that she hadn't minded jacking off Arthur the other night. It had been something she'd wanted to try, and it wasn't going too far. But to actually fuck other men? That was more than she'd bargained for.

There had to be some way around it. She planned to get the men so aroused and excited that they'd be content with a hand-job. She was bored with Bill in bed, true, but that didn't mean she was going to be unfaithful to him. She loved him and didn't want to wreck her marriage.

After her talk with Green, Lynn went back to the massage rooms to change into her costume. Hazel was there, working a big wad of gum as usual.

"Hi ya," said the big blonde. "How's it going?"

"I'm not sure, Hazel," Lynn said nervously. "Ed just chewed me out. He says I didn't do enough with Arthur. To tell you the truth, I didn't really expect I'd have to, well, go all the way with the customers. Do very many of them ask for that?"

"Nah, not too many," said Hazel. "Most of 'em are like you-they think it's just a massage place with some jacking off. They don't know enough to ask for more. But when a guy does ask, you better come across. Ed would can you in a minute if the customer isn't pleased."

"Oh, God," said Lynn. "I don't know if I can do it. I've never been unfaithful to Bill."

"Well, take my advice," said Hazel. "Do it. You need the money, and-" she giggled- "it really ain't that bad. Sometimes a girl needs a little variety, you know?"

Lynn blushed. Hazel had hit the nail on the head. If anyone needed variety and novelty, it was Lynn. Bill had fucked her exactly the same way for fifteen years. Still, she felt very uneasy about cheating on him. She really didn't know if she could do it.

Her first customer that evening was a gaunt lean man in his fifties, so silent and sour-faced that Lynn imagined he must be an undertaker. He responded with occasional grunts as Lynn massaged his cold smooth back. She wondered what he was doing here. He didn't seem the type to get aroused by massage parlors.

"You can turn over now, Mr. Hinley," she said when she had finished with his back. He was the formal type and hadn't told her his first name.

Hinley rolled over, and Lynn couldn't help gawking at his prick. Other men's cocks were still a novelty to her. Hinley was really well-hung. Even in its limp state, his long pale dick seemed huge to her. What a waste, she thought.

She began massaging his thin chest and shoulders, wishing he was friendly fat little Arthur instead. At least Arthur had let her know she was pleasing him. Hinley only stared coldly at the ceiling. He might as well have been a corpse.

Lynn's hands approached his crotch, and she felt her palms growing sweaty with nervousness. At this moment she always had a frightening fantasy of Bill walking in and catching her in the act of pumping a strange man's cock. She also felt a little prickle of naughty excitement.

She picked up Hinley's long drooping prick and laid it on the palm of her hand. Like the rest of him, his cock was cool and lifeless. She began to pet it softly but got no results. He didn't make a sound.

Christ, she thought, what does this guy want, anyhow?

The terrible notion came to her that Hinley might ask her to fuck him. She shuddered. Not with this sour-faced skeleton… She determined to jack him off quickly, before the idea entered his head.

"Uh," Hinley grunted.

Lynn had wrapped her fingers snugly around his long limp dick and begun pumping it swiftly. Remembering what she'd learned with Arthur, she used her other hand to cup his balls and gently and rhythmically squeeze them. At last Hinley showed some signs of animation. His bony face colored slightly, and the faintest smile twisted his thin cruel lips.

Lynn pumped harder. In a moment she felt his cock growing stiff and hard in her fist. Good. She'd be rid of him soon. His pale prick swelled to impressive length and girth, and she felt his huge nuts ballooning in her palm.

"Uh, uhhh," Hinley grunted.

Hot cock-juice bubbled out of his slitted knob and ran over her fingers. Lynn was very pleased with herself. She kept one eye on the Kleenex box, expecting to use it soon.

"Wait," snapped Hinley.

Lynn frowned at him. It was a bad time to stop, when she had him so near coming. "Yes, sir?" she said.