A. Bissell - Doing It The Gay Way

But of course it was his handsomeness that brought the cunts around. He knew how to act, how to dress, how to talk. Candi loved to be seen with him: other dames drooled with envy. He was a regular Tom Jones with the charisma of Joe Namath-but of course he never touched her. His charm was a great asset to Candi's business. When those country-dub society twats wanted a portrait or needed pictures of a party Candi's studio got the work. She had some very good, attractive assistants. An all-feminine operation was rather a novelty; most broads felt more at ease around a girl.

Laura Wheeler was the only employee Candi had ever fucked; ordinarily business and pleasure didn't mix. The models were her specialty, and Nancy was just right. After some training and coaching, she would be a sensational piece of ass.

Now a new girl was exciting her glands, and that tucker of a Cleve had spotted her first. He had found her lots of pussy, it was part of his work; at times like this Candi did not mind picking up most of the bills. They had a fine arrangement. That he could be classed as a society-type pimp did not bother him at all. Candi had heard him called Mrs. Candi Jones,' and that failed to bug him. Most men were just envious; they thought he was fucking his 'wife,' too.

A few more moments of listening gave Candi the main program. He was going to give this blonde named Mia a good fucking and then give her husband golf lessons. Mia's car out front, the way she was dressed, said her hubby had plenty of money. Too busy making it to take care of his homework-an old story.

Jeeese, I've just got to screw that big-titted beauty, she thought. I'll keep Nancy busy unpacking and doing little chores for me. I have to see Cleve pour the cock to Mia. She sure is in heat. After I get another good hard-on I'll give Nancy another fuck; she expects it.

Mia finally had Cleve down to his shorts and socks. The big pillar of his prick riding up inside the briefs sent achy shivers along her body; the spicy man aroma from his crotch made her dizzy. Touching his legs and hips and chest was just agony! No one had ever teased her this way, she had never been forward in her sex play, letting the man or other girl do most of the work. But oh, how stimulating. Her knees were weak her pussy-hugging bikini panties were a mess.

He moved in front of her and reached for her skirt, his hands sliding underneath to caress her ass then around in front of her crotch. He tickled the silky-hot flesh near her cunt. She clutched at his shoulders spreading her legs and tipping her pussy at his hand.

"Get me naked, honey," she breathed.

He stared at her swollen. tits, his left hand came up and unfastened her bra, his right hand continued to fondle her moistened cuntmound. As the scented cups slid from her achy mounds, his dark eyes flamed. His cock tensed inside his briefs.

"Terrific," he grinned, undercupping a bare swell of flesh, a finger trailing out to a tumid, pink nipple. She had never seen them quite so stiff and long. The wide bands of tender flesh surrounding them were a deep crimson; her tits were on fire!

"Oh, you bastard!" she gasped, curving her breasts forward. She could not resist what she did next; she reached her right hand to his covered prick and gripped it, wave after wave of animal need fanning out from her juicy cunt. God, what a cock!

"That's the way," he chuckled, pressing her cunt harder. "Bring it out and get the feel of it.”

"I-thought you were going to undress me!" she breathed, her ass writhing and her clit so excited she wanted to seize her cunny and bring the fun herself.

"Okay, in the bedroom," he said, his voice thick His hands came away from her body, leaving a fierce unrequited bum. He steered her toward a half-opened doorway. Every move of her ass and legs, the rub of her thighs together, built her anticipation. Her hips wanted to move in coital thrusts, she was simply dying for cock!

The room was luxurious. Deep red carpet, a wide king-sized bed, heavy drapes that let in enough light for good viewing. On the walls were colored photos of very beautiful girls, some nude, some in almost nothing, posed in a highly provocative fashion. One pix showed two girls fondling each other…

"My wife's a professional photographer," he smiled, reaching for Mia's skirt. This time he unfastened it and let it drop. He stood back, looking at her in panties, nylons and heels. "Very good. I have an idea she'd like to use you for a model.”

The bastard, Mia thought, shivering. I need prick and he's just teasing me. But I'm flattered! Naturally, he's married! The sexy ones always are.

"I'm too plump," she said, reaching for her panties. If he wouldn't take them off, she would. "When does she come home?”

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "She has her life, I have mine. She prefers pussy.”

"God, you're awful," Mia breathed. "Come on, honey. Are you going to fuck or just look?”

His eyes changed, he lowered his briefs. He saw her expression of avid interest and pushed his hips out, tensing his prick. Oh, it was a beauty-big and at least seven inches long, with a huge circumcised knob, shiny with his pre-coital juices. She had never seen such a cock!

"Ohhhh!" she breathed, yanking her panties down from her ass. Her drippy cunt was really puffed out. This slow buildup and anticipation were turning her really on. She kicked her sandals away and ran to the bed, sliding over to the center with her thighs sprawled wide.

"Eager beaver, huh?" he chuckled, walking to the bed, his dark eyes flaring with need. He was so different from other men, so controlled. She wondered bow many other girls had been bounced on this very bed. Dozens, probably! She wished she had had more experience; most of hers had been with her fingers. And with Pam Nugent. But she was not proud of that. She wondered whether he could guess about her Lesbian screwing. If only she did not have to think so much, if she could just relax and enjoy…

"Come on!" she urged, arching her achy cunt upward. Her whole body screamed for release.

Grinning, he crawled on the bed, between her legs, but instead of mounting he sat back on his heels, looking down at her cunt. His hands crept along the heated, silky inner zones of her thighs, on the dark nylon, and then up to the flesh near her puss. He touched her labia gently and opened them, tracing a hot pathway up and down her swollen crevice. A finger found her clit and she shuddered. Dreamy stings of pleasure spread through her crotch.

"That's a nice one," he said, rolling the tip of her femininity, drawing her achingly toward a climax! He eased the finger away just in time…

"Nnnnnnnn!" she panted, shaking with lust. Even Pam had never played with her like this; it was wild! There was almost a feminine softness about his hands, even his approach. He was a pussy teaser from way back. He had her all spread out for prick and he was using his hands. She had always wished that Alvin would take more time with her before he got his cock in her, but this was torture!

"OHHH, please!" she gasped, pulling her thighs back the way she did for her husband. Her knees touched her swollen breasts, her ass was lifted high. His hands drifted from her cunt, he spread her legs so her tits pushed up between them. That was different; it opened her pussy farther!

"Beautiful," he muttered, finally moving forward. She reached for his cock with her right hand to steer it home, she touched the tumid manflesh at last, and the sensuous feel of it started her dreamy, stinging, burning delight!

He trembled, his cockhead sank juicily between her labia and the big knob oozed snugly deeper, deeper! She moaned fiercely as the bunched lust in her pelvis began to throb from her clitpeak! His cock was spreading her the way no cock ever had! Her inner cunt was twitching, her clit was pouring jets of honey at his manhood, and just as he shoved the whole big prick in deep the pounds of her fun sucked a yell from her lips.