Norma Egan - Wet and ready wife

"Okay," he said, "but let's try just one other way."

"All right, but just one," Judy moaned.

"Great," Howard said, pulling his stiff cock out of her. "Go over and sit in that chair."

Judy staggered over to the easy chair he'd indicated and sat down, still gasping for breath. Howard followed, his giant prick wagging heavily before him. He got on his knees in front of her and raised her legs up over the chair arms, thoroughly exposing her soaked red pussy. Grinning, he plunged his cock into her again.

"Ohhhhhh," Judy gasped.

Howard always seemed to choose positions in which he could stuff her breathless with his giant prick. He started balling her furiously, red-faced and panting, and with that kind of friction it was no time at all before Judy had her fifth climax of the night. But this time, to her great relief, Howard came, too, yelping and pumping her little cunt full of steamy jism.

When Judy returned to the club she was so sore she could hardly walk. Rossi noticed her difficulty and gave her an approving grin.

"You better take the rest of the night off, kid," he chuckled. "Looks like old Howard gave you a real workout."

"Tell me about it," Judy sighed.

She was glad to get off early because she really was tired, but she was also nervous that Joe might still be awake. And he was. She found him lying on the couch and watching a late movie on TV. He looked up in surprise when she walked in.

"We had some electrical problems," Judy quickly lied, "and the boss let everyone off early."

"Oh, great," Joe said, "it'll give us a chance to be together."

Judy didn't find it great at all. She loved Joe dearly, but she felt guilty as hell sitting next to him on the couch and pretending that everything was just as usual between them. She could hardly tell him that the boss had let her off early because she'd been fucked sore by a customer.

Well, she'd just have to live with her guilt, because she wasn't about to quit her job. It was the ticket to all the sexual adventures she craved, and she had a feeling that her adventures were only beginning.

When Judy reported for work the next evening she found two other cocktail waitresses in the dressing room putting on their costumes. Judy eagerly introduced herself, since she hadn't had a chance to talk to the other girls yet and wanted to know how they felt about working for Tony Rossi.

"Do you really like working here?" she asked a tall blonde named Carol.

"Are you kidding? I love it," Carol said enthusiastically. "Where else could you make so much money for so little work?"

"The tips are great, too," said Barb, a statuesque brunette.

"I suppose you're right," Judy sighed, "but I feel kind of strange doing – well, you know. I'm married, and it would kill my husband if he found out."

"Honey, we're married, too," Carol said. "What your old man doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Yeah, don't worry about it," Barb said. "Both Carol and I had to go back to work when our husbands were laid off. We're just making the best deal we can for ourselves, that's all."

"Besides," Carol said with an impish grin, "sometimes the work here can be a helluva lot of fun."

Judy blushed because secretly she agreed with Carol. No matter how guilty she felt about being unfaithful to Joe, she had to admit that she really loved getting it on with other men. As she slipped into her black bikini costume, she could hardly wait to discover what man Tony had picked for her tonight.

"Hey, honey, a word of advice," Barb said as they left the dressing room. "Once in awhile you'll get a real rough customer, somebody who likes to hurt women. Don't put up with it. Get out of there, tell Mr. Rossi, and he'll take care of the guy – and I mean good."

Judy shuddered.

"Thanks," she said, "I'll remember that."

She'd worked the floor for a couple of hours when Rossi appeared and signaled her to step into the alcove for a conference. Judy obeyed eagerly. She'd been horny since the moment she woke up, and she could hardly wait for her next "assignment".

"There's an older guy I want you to entertain," Rossi said. "White hair, black suit, sitting over against the wall. He may not be pretty, kid, but he's loaded, so be real nice to him. Do whatever he wants, no matter how weird it sounds."

Judy felt nervous. Rossi had said the same thing to her yesterday regarding Howard, the mouse who turned into a tiger. "Mr. Rossi," she said, "what if I happen to run into somebody who tries to hurt me?"

Rossi frowned.

"It won't happen with this old dude, believe me. I know him. But if it ever does, you tell me and I'll see that he never hurts anybody again."

Feeling reassured, Judy went over to the old man's table and delivered his free drink. The guy was probably in his early sixties, with a thick head of white hair and a face like Santa Claus. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and portly, and despite his age he was still a very attractive man.

"Good evening, sir," she said, "my name is Judy. May I sit with you?"

"We needn't bother with that, my dear," he said. "I can see already that you'll do just fine. Come on, my car is right outside. By the way, my name is Miles."

Judy never did learn if Miles was his first name or his last, the guy moved so fast. They were out of the club and into his car before she knew what was happening. Miles took her to his penthouse apartment, which had a rug about a foot deep and a magnificent view of the city. He mixed up a pitcher of excellent martinis.

"Some people would call me a dirty old man," he told Judy, "but I like to think of myself as a fancier of lovely things. I think girls are lovely things, especially with their clothes off. So if you'd oblige me, my dear, I'd like you to undress and lie on the carpet over there."

Things seemed to be moving too fast for Judy. In the car Miles had slipped her a hundred dollar bill, and she knew she was supposed to earn it by doing whatever he wanted, but she'd hardly had time to catch her breath before he asked her to strip. Nervously she kicked off her four-inch black heels and started to untie her top.

"I just want to look at you for a while," Miles said, settling into a big easy chair and sipping his martini. "You may take your drink with you."

Judy shucked her bra and quickly skinned out of her panties and stockings. Miles watched her with a blissful little smile. She went to the place he'd indicated, just a few feet from his chair, and lay down on the thick deep carpet. She reclined on her side and tried to look cool and professional as she sipped her drink.

"Lovely," Miles sighed, "just lovely."

It made Judy nervous to have to just lie there while the old man ogled her naked body. His bright little blue eyes flickered back and forth between her round ripe tits and the flame-colored triangle of her bush. Long minutes passed and Judy had finished her martini before he spoke again.

"Tell me, my dear," he said, "do you like to fuck?"

Judy blushed hotly. She still wasn't used to hearing such words.

"Why, uh, yes, of course," she stammered.

Miles chuckled, "No, I mean really. You don't have to lie to me, because I paid for your services and I'm going to have you anyway. I just want to know if you really, honestly enjoy sex."

Judy's blush deepened as she replied shyly, "Well, yes, I do."

"I believe you," Miles said. "That's good. I hate phonies, girls who just fake it. I like a naturally lusty woman. And now I think it's time we went into the bedroom. Tony only lends his girls for an hour, you know."

Judy was glad it was only an hour. Something about Miles gave her the creeps. It wasn't just that he was old enough to be her grandfather. There was something very strange about his manner. She shuddered as she recalled Barb's warning about weirdos.