Jason Cannon - Nooner wife

"Yes?" She said in a low, melodious voice. "Can I help you?"

"I… I'm Patty. From Madame Noon's agency."

"Oh, yes. Come in. Harper is waiting for you."

The woman ushered Patty into a wood-paneled hallway dimly lit with Tiffany-shade lamps hanging from the high, vaulted ceiling. There were wide sliding doors, dosed, on either side of the hail, and a carpeted stairway that led to the floor above. At the end of the hallway, just behind the stain, was another door that Patty guessed must lead to a kitchen.

"You're new, aren't you?" the woman said.

"Uh… yes. This is my tint time."

"Good. Harper likes the new girls. He thinks he can shock them. But don't worry. My son is just another man, and it all comes down to plain fucking eventually."

"You… you're his mother?"

"Does that shock you, dear? Don't let it. I sometimes call Madame Noon's girls for myself, too. You're very lovely. Maybe I'll call for you sometime. Patty, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"My name is Mona. Follow me, please."

She led the way upstairs to another hallway with several doors on either side.

"It's a big house," Patty commented.

"Yes." She stepped in front of a door at the very end of the hail. "Go right in. Harper will be with you in a moment."

As the door closed behind her, Patty found herself inside a huge, high-ceilinged room furnished in plush Victorian chairs and couches. The walls were wood-paneled, like the halls, and the room was softly lit with more Tiffany lamps. The strange colors and the twisting designs of' glass gave the room an eerie feeling. She noticed a low couch near one wall, upholstered in wine-red velvet.

A door opened behind her. She turned, and there he was.

Facing her was a tall man, dressed in a white shirt made of silk, tight black trousers and polished boots of black leather. His face was darkly handsome, with piercing eyes. His hair was jet black, like his mother's. His body was slender, but extremely well-built, and he had an air of calm strength about him. His appearance was so forceful that Patty found herself gasping slightly when she caught sight of him.

"Why are you afraid?" he asked in a low, smooth voice, noting her anxiety. His eyes seemed to burn into Patty's, as if he could fathom her most secret, hidden thoughts.

"I… I'm a little nervous, I guess," she said, blushing slightly.

"There's no need to be," he said softly, moving toward her with slow deliberation. "You're Patty."

"Y-yes," she replied.

"Sit down, won't you?" He pointed to a large armchair.

At his instructions, Patty sat in the chair as Harper pulled another chair dose to hers and sat in it, facing her. He leaned back, crossed his lap and let his hands rest languidly on the upholstered arms of the chair.

"What do you like to do?" he said bluntly.

Patty was taken a little aback by his forthrightness, but she decided to plunge right in. "Everything," she said, finding her voice surprisingly calm.

"Everything that has anything to do with fucking."

He smiled. "Good. Then I suggest we begin. But first, a glass of wine to relax us both."

He stood and moved to the far end of the room where a table stood. On it were several bottles of wine and liquor.

He poured two glasses of wine, then, turning his back to Patty, he opened a small box, took out a few grains of white powder, and dropped them into one of the glasses.

Smiling, he turned and walked back to the young wife, extending one of the glasses toward her.

"Drink this," he said. "It's a very light wine."

She took the glass from him.

"To love," he said, toasting her with his glass.

"To… love… " she replied shyly.

She sipped the wine slowly as Harper again sat in the chair opposite her.

Almost immediately she began to feel calmer. There was a long silence as they drank.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Good." He leaned back in the chair, and as he did he uncrossed his legs, spreading them apart. Patty found her gaze riveted to his crotch, for the tightness in his trousers fully revealed the enormous mound of his cock. She could clearly see the line of his prick, huge and thick, under his trousers, and the round bulge of his testicles. Nervously, she tore her eyes away, but not before he had noted her reaction.

"Don't turn away from my cock," he said. "I'm proud of it. I like girls to look at it."

Ah, Patty thought, perhaps that's part of his weirdness; he digs being an exhibitionist.

Slowly she turned and gazed directly at the bulge in his pants. He had spread his legs wider now, and slumped his hips forward slightly so that she could have a full view. She found herself stunned at the sight of his cock and balls tightly encased in the trousers. They seemed to throb and glow before her eyes.

She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She found herself gazing in near-adoration at his crotch. Her mind reeled in a drug haze, thrilled by the obscene sight.

It's beautiful, she thought, so beautiful! "Don't you think my cock is fantastic?"

"Uh… yes… whatever you say," she replied. Her eyes traveled up to meet his, and as they met, her breath came faster and faster. He was the most mysterious man she had ever seen, so handsome and strange with his dark eyes, yet he was warm and gentle, too. She was elated to discover that her mind was soaring like a cloud in a dear blue sky, and her body was trembling with a warm excitement. She wanted to… to drift into his arms and kiss him, kiss him torridly on the lips… hold him.. embrace him… What the hell is wrong with me? She thought Then she realized that he had put something in the wine.

"You want me to fuck you now, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Say it, dammit!"

"Yes. I want you to fuck me now."

Smiling at her, he began to remove his shirt, slipping it over his head and revealing his tightly muscles upper torso with a thick tangle of curling chest hair. Patty's drug-fogged eyes eagerly drank in every naked inch of his tanned, lithe torso. Deftly, he took off one boot, then the other, and placed them nearby, while She watched him, completely fascinated and unconsciously growing more and more aroused.

"Soon you'll see my beautiful, big cock, and you'll be able to love it."

Slowly he unhooked the top of his trousers and began lowering them. He wore no underwear, and as he eased the tight-pants down his slim hips, his cock and balls were completely exposed to her gaze. His prick was unusually large and thick, and swung heavily between his legs as he stepped out of the trousers.

The hairy balls beneath bounced freely.

"Am I not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? Isn't my cock splendid?"

Patty found herself totally agreeing with him. "Yes… oh yes I.. your cock is big and thick and wonderful!"

He began to run his hands over his entire hard body, in an almost obscene manner, and Patty thought she detected a devilish glint in his eyes. Then he grasped his enormous cock with his bands and began caressing it, stroking it.

"Every part of me is beautiful, Patty… every part! You must learn to love my cock! Love it!"

"I want to… " she said in a tiny voice. "Show me how…"

There was a moment's silence. Harper stood erect, so that he looked like a bronzed, naked god standing in the bizarre colored light of the huge room.

"Now… you must take off your clothes also… and lie back on the couch."

Patty obediently, began to unbutton her blouse. He watched with beady eyes as she removed her blouse and skirt. Within moments she stood only in her white bra and panties, her cream-white skin gleaming, her proud breasts thrust outward like two shimmering melons. With trembling hands she removed the bra and placed it nearby on a table, fully freeing her firm, wide-set tits to his gaze. Her skin quivered and tightened, and the buds of her nipples grew taut and stood out from the dark rings of the surrounding areolas like large buttons.