Unknown - She loves to orgy

His cock shoved in her throat still faster and faster, mashing his groin-hair into her lips harder and harder while he still fingered her clit. He moaned slightly while his cock strokes turned slower and harder.

With a grunt, he lunged his cock deep in her throat and mashed his rough groin-hair hard on her lips. She swallowed his hot jism as it spurted in her throat, hoping his cock would soon shrink and she could breathe again.

His cock did shrink and she breathed past his prick, still swallowing against the cock-head in her throat. It was a relief that he'd quit tweaking her clit and just stood there while his cock shriveled in her mouth..

Finally, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down on the bed, still breathing fast. She sat up and reached for her robe and used it to wipe her mouth.

"Well, did I earn a good report from notebook B?" she asked.

"Honey, as long as you deliver like that, Mr. Cuyler will always get good reports-no matter what you've done."

"Then you wouldn't use the true facts in notebook A?"

"Not as long as you fuck me like that."

She smiled as sweetly as she could.

"It's nice that you like me, but that's the last chance you'll get to fuck me-ever."

"What… "

Still sitting on the bed, she reached out for the telephone. It was amusing to see the pencil roll out from under the handset when she picked it up.

"How did I do?" she asked into the handset.

"Linda, you did just great," Dave said. "I got every word on tape."

"I don't know how to thank you enough.?

“You already did enough-more than enough," Dave said. "Have a happy life, nice lady, and call me again if you need help."

Max was sitting up on the bed, his face incredulous.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Why Max! I'm surprised at you. You're supposed to be a detective. You don't realize it, but I just beat you at your own blackmailing scheme."

"You mean…?"

"I mean the phone's been live since before you came in. The person at the other end has recorded everything we've said. While you were following me this morning, you might have noticed I went to see a lawyer… "

He nodded, his expression glum.

"Well, that lawyer had some interesting things to tell me. If your activities can be proved, you can be convicted of blackmail and fraud. The two charges together could put you behind bars for eight to thirteen years. It isn't that bad, though. You might be out in five with good behavior. You'll never get a detective's license again. All I have to do is turn the tapes over to the lawyer and take my chances with Joe."

"You wouldn't do that."

"No," she said, "I wouldn't do that on two conditions. One, you will continue giving Joe good reports on my behavior-no matter what I do. Two, you will never bother me or any other woman again-ever. Otherwise, I tell Joe everything I've done and everything you've done. He'll be outraged with me and hurt, but he'll get over it. Which is it going to be?"

"Okay on both conditions."

"Good. Now please get dressed as fast as you can and get the fuck out of here. I'm sick of looking at you-from any position."

"The dinner's just great, Linda," Joe said when he'd finished the steak. "You're a terrific little cook."

"Thanks, honey," Linda said, putting the little glass cups of dessert out. "I like to do things for you."

She thought he was looking appreciatively at her ass as she wiggled it, strutting to the kitchen for the coffee.

After dinner, she had his paper waiting for him beside the TV set, and his favorite show was about to begin. While Joe relaxed in front of the TV, she brought her purchases in from the car and concealed them in the apartment bedroom. The long packages she simply stood on edge against the inside wall of the closet. The little package fit in the nightstand. She found room for the larger package in the dresser.

An hour later, she was back in the bedroom-while Joe was running the shower. She looked down past the hem of her black silky dress at her ankles and the way her matching high-heeled shoes made her calves look so trim.

She opened the long packages from the closet and took out the mirrors. They were about three by six feet, but they were light and easy to handle. Joe always took a long time in the shower. There was plenty of time.

Peeling the tape from four adhesive pads, she stuck the pads on the back of one mirror. Carefully holding the mirror straight, she stuck it on the wall at the side of the bed. When she tested the strength of the bond, the mirror wouldn't move.

Quickly now, she prepared three other mirrors and stuck them to each of the other walls. Then she pulled out a chair and, slipping off her shoes, stood on it, reaching for the ceiling. With her small frame, she could just barely reach up to the, plasterboard.

Finished, she climbed back down and admired her work while she slipped her shoes back on. The mirrors were all straight and clean. Quickly, she stuffed the wrapping material in the back of the closet and shut the door. She sauntered to the dresser and picked up a brush and worked on her gleaming blonde hair.

When Joe came in. he was humming an old tune but he dropped the towel and whistled as he inhaled.

"My God!" he exclaimed.

Linda looked up from the bed where she was lying and smiled and said, "Like it, honey?"

"My God!" he said again walking slowly through the room while he looked at the mirrors.

He stopped at one place where he looked back at her through two mirrors. He stared at her body for a few seconds while her heart hammered away in her small chest. She felt her heart pound faster and harder, as though it would hammer its way out of her little chest.

Then he turned to her and grinned.

"I like it!"

"I did it for you, honey. I'd have died if you hadn't liked it."

Naked, he came to the bed and sat down just beyond her feet. He ran his hand over her ankle. She turned her leg slightly so he could run his hand up as far as he wanted.

"I'd like to strip you down naked," he said.

"I'd like to have you do it."

"This time, do you mind if I get a little… well, more physical?"

"I'd love it," she said.

"When I have to turn you over, do you mind if I sort of hold your leg and… well, flip you right over?"

She couldn't stop from wiggling her hips a little at the thought.

"I'd love to have you do everything to me you like. I like it when you really handle my body."

"It's a nice little body," he said.

While she lay on her back, he held her by one ankle and ran his other hand up under her calf. stopping just under her knee. He bent her knee a little and started twisting gently.

As the pressure on her leg increased, she made herself squeal a little, as though in delight, and rolled over on her stomach. He put a knee up on the bed and put his warm hand inside the back of her dress, drawing the zipper down to her hips. She shivered with delight when his lips brushed the back of her shoulders. He came back to her leg and bent her knee and twisted her over on her back.

While she smiled up at him, he bent and kissed her lightly, took the silky material in his hands, and drew it off her shoulders and down off her arms, peeling it all the way to her waist.

A shiver of pleasure ran through her body as he took her leg and again rolled her over on her stomach. He ran an arm under her waist, raised her ass a little, and pulled the dress down her legs and off her feet.

He ran his warm hands up herstocking-clad legs and up over her panties as he pushed the slip up to her waist. Pulling her up from the bed with an arm under her waist, he worked the nylon garment up over her tits, pausing to squeeze them through the flimsy little bra.

After rolling her over on her back once more, he straddled her waist and worked the slip up over her arms and head. It whispered as it fell to the floor.