James Barton: Door to door teaser

"Come, come, my child… it's only a gin and tonic – does wonders for you in this heat."

Pam looked up at him hesitantly, then tasted the cool liquid. It was refreshing and the sudden warmth that spread from her stomach to her limbs had a calming effect on her. As she set her glass aside and opened her display case, she remarked, "Marge said you might be interested in our summer specials, Colonel… Peter."

He laughed a deep, throaty laugh as he stood before her, then he said mysteriously, "Marge always manages to get my business one way or the other – and she always has something of a surprise for me…" He touched his chin with the rim of his glass and added, "But what say we get this relationship off on the right foot… I have a surprise for you!"

"For me?" she said, unsure as to whether or not she could accept something from a customer. "Marge didn't mention…" she began, then he cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Just take a sip of your drink, then close your eyes – and I won't take no for an answer, young lady – don't you know the customer is always right?"

She flushed again and knew what he said was true – they had repeated that, time and time again during her training course. She picked up her glass obediently and drained it, then sat back and closed her eyes as the warmth of the gin spread even further through her lovely young body.

The Colonel smiled down at the beautiful young thing and recalled his telephone conversation with Marge: "And do I have a surprise for you, Peter… just wait until you meet her – she's quite a package!" And to that, Mitchum had to agree. She was quite a package!

Pam closed her eyes tightly and wondered why she couldn't look – it seemed so strange to be in a bachelor's home, drinking gin and accepting a "surprise".

"Now, my dear, under no circumstances are you to open your eyes… do I have your word?" he asked as he moved directly in front of her. "Y-yes. I promise," she replied.

She felt her hand lifted then and she wondered what on earth he was going to give her. Then, Pam felt her fingers wrapped about something smooth and warm and soft. She tried to imagine what it might be as the man's hand closed around hers and held it lightly.

"What I'm giving you has been coveted by many, many women, my dear," she heard him saying, and she sensed the nearness of his body to her own – in fact, he was standing directly in front of her. "It will be yours for as long as you want it – to do with as you wish… just treat it gently!" he told her in a soft voice.

Pam gripped the strange object in her palm, and as she did, it twitched… then she felt it beginning to swell under her fingers and suddenly she realized what it was she held in her hand! Oh, God! she thought. It was… it was… was his penis!

Pam could not believe what was happening to her – this gentleman… this customer… his.

God – his prick! And she shuddered slightly as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes… you're bringing new life to the old staff, my dear… and for that you deserve yet another reward."

Pam felt him move even closer and as her hand bulged about his growing prick, she felt it brush her lips and she recoiled in sudden shock. "I… I… ohhhhh…" she muttered as she felt his hand on the back of her head pulling her forward. "Please…" she whimpered, and she was tempted to open her eyes, but she did not, for she had given her word.

"There, there, my child… indulge an old man in his final days… we can be such good friends… such good friends," he said, and rubbed the tip of his swollen prick over her mouth as he held her head firmly in his free hand.

Pam swallowed as she felt the pressure at the back of her head and her thoughts were a jumbled confusion as she tried vainly to think of something to say to this man – this customer – but she could not, and she felt a strange surge of heat in her loins as she felt the man's prick grow to a velvet hardness in her hand. Just this one, she told herself, but she would certainly have to have a talk with Marge about the situation – after all, what would people think?

And as her thoughts raced helter skelter, she felt the smooth, bulbous head of the man's prick push against her lips, and unable to draw back, she opened her mouth slightly and found it suddenly filled with his throbbing prick. My God! she thought frantically. He expected her to suck it!

"Oh, yes, my child… do that for me… it's such a lovely warm mouth you have… how utterly happy you're making an old man… how wonderful…"

And as he spoke, Pam felt his stiff prick shoved deeper into her throat and she nearly gagged as it brushed the roof of her mouth and bent slightly as it filled her mouth to capacity.

"Ummmm… uggggh… uhnnnn," she moaned as he filled her mouth completely.

Then he drew back and she moistened her tongue with saliva before he shoved forward again. She swirled her tongue about the satiny head and felt the tiny slit of his glans. A faint salty taste came to her and she wondered just how far he expected her to go with this ridiculous charade. Then he began stroking in and out of her obscenely ovaled lips and she heard his breath coming in short gasps as his stiff prick fucked in and out of her mouth slowly.

She felt the hand on hers move then, and as she gripped the thick base of his prick, she felt the wiry pubic hair and the slap of his huge balls against her hand. My God, she thought, he had removed his trousers! And the vision of him standing there naked from the waist down came to her – and strangely excited her.

She felt her own juices begin to flow and the crotch of her panties felt suddenly warm and sticky as she became aroused by his nearness. Experimentally, she reached out with her other hand and found his great, hairy balls and she stroked them, feeling on fire inside. Then she ran her hand around his naked thigh to cup his slender ass as his prick was driven ever deeper into her mouth and throat.

"Ohhhhh… Godddd… uhnnnn…" she whimpered as he reached down and found her braless breast and fondled it through the thin material of her blouse. His fingers excited her and as they rolled her nipples against the material, she felt new waves of pleasure break over her heated young body.

Then, without warning, he pulled back and extracted his prick from her sucking mouth and told her softly: "Stand up, my dear… but keep your eyes closed."

Pam did as she was asked and she heard him sit on the leather couch. Then his hands were on the backs of her legs and she felt him as he drew down both pantyhose and, panties in one swift movement. She kicked off her shoes as the garments were peeled from her body, then she felt her brief skirt lifted to her waist. A chill went through her body as she felt herself lifted, then she was lying beside him on the wide couch.

With her legs spread lewdly, she felt him nuzzle her crotch, then his mouth came in contact with her pussy. She gasped loudly and found her head forced down on his throbbing prick again as he began to suck her cunt.

My God! she thought. This couldn't be happening! Why, he was old enough to be her father! But still, she filled her mouth with his huge prick and sucked it lovingly as he nestled his head between her legs and licked from the top of her cunt to her tiny, pinched anus to send chill after chill through her vibrant young body. She felt him suck her erect clit into his mouth, and as he caught it between his teeth, she cried out from around the head of his cock.

"Yeek!" she thrilled loudly, then moaned deeply as he laved her pussy with his hot, wet tongue. Good grief! she thought, he was going to make her cum! And she did! The orgasm washed over her naked loins as the Colonel cupped her ass cheeks and drove his tongue deeply into her cunt like a tiny pistoning prick, and drove her over the brink.