Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

The limousine slowed. Ninety… seventy… sixty…

Debbie fell back into her seat, still breathing hard. Her graduation dress was wet and lifeless, wrapped around her waist like a rag.

James elected the cassette.

The limousine was soon back in front of he Beverly Hills mansion where the Dimitris live Debbie started to exit the limousine, but then crawled back.

"How fast did we go?"

"Somewhere over a hundred," he said.

Debbie smiled. She kissed James and got out of the car.

James parked the limousine and walked through the ground of the Dimitri Mansion. He found Jeeves the butler soaking his feet in the pool.

"I've been on my feet all night," explained Jeeves. "I was hired to serve various liquors on a yacht party tonight given my Master Dimitri. All was going well until Mrs. Dimitri pulled me into her private stateroom. I fucked her while she stuck her head out the porthole."

James pulled a pair of blue panties from his pocket. Jeeves laughed. James threw them into the pool.

The panties glided across the surface of the dark water. Wisps of steam rose from the warm pool into the summer night air. "Most nights are so damn forgettable," James said.

The butler nodded.

They watched the torn patch of blue silk gradually fill with water. It slipped beneath the surface and slowly sank, vanishing near the bottom of the pool.

The fact was, James had fallen in love with Debbie. He had always been in love with her, ever since she was a freshman in college. This was why he had always keep a respectable distance between them. He, after all, was a chauffeur. He did the driving; she was the driven.

That night, he wrote out his resignation and put it in an envelope which he left on Mr. Dimitri's desk. By morning, he was gone.

Debbie was shocked, of course, when she found out about his defection, but she understood. She was of the Beverly Hills class and he was a mere servant. Granted, he fucked like nobody else. But standards had to be maintained.

Four years later, Debbie still fantasized about James and his amazing dong. She imagining that her trusty college chauffeur was fucking her while she sat at BJ Stickman's desk.

She heard something behind her and to her great embarrassment, came face to face with Jimmy the window-washer.

They both turned a deep red. She smiled wickedly at Jimmy.

Red-faced though he was, Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off her blonde twat. Debbie didn't actually have to work, but her father, the filthy rich movie producer, decided she should have some working experience before she began a life of charity balls and weekends in Canes.

Debbie was about to have another experience she wouldn't have had if she had not becoming a working stiff for a few months.

At that moment, Georgie the office boy came sneaking into the reception area. Debbie quickly turned her back on Jimmy and faced Georgie. The office boy could not see that her dress was pulled up about her waist because she sat behind the desk.

"So, Georgie, what brings you here?" she asked.

"You said I should come with you at lunch sometime."

"So I did, so I did."

"I thought today might be a good time."

"Oh, it is."

"Where do you want to eat?"

"Right between your legs."

She stood up from the desk, her dress falling from her hips, revealing her lacy panties beneath.

"What?" gasped Georgie.

She slid her hands into the office boy's shirt. She felt his hard nipples; his ribs. Georgie ran his hands down her back, then squeezed her plump buttocks. Suddenly, Debbie grasped Georgie's arm. He thought that perhaps she didn't want this after all, but he was wrong. She wanted this very much.

She pressed the palm of his hand to her lips, then ran her fiery tongue about it. His hands were well callused from his frequent jacking off. And most of the time he was beating off, he was thinking of Debbie Delirious. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

Then Debbie took his hand, held it to her mouth, and began sucking his long fingers one by one. Georgie's dick got so hard, he thought he might cum right there. No use wasting any more time on this, though, and he began unbuttoning Debbie's blouse. He quickly pulled off the silky thing and undid her bra. He tits bounced outward, ready for action. He looked at her large nipples, surrounding by rosettes of pink flesh, outlined against the creamy skin of her tits. He instantly pressed his mouth to a nipple and began sucking on it as if he were a little nursing baby.

"Oooh," moaned Debbie.

"Shit," cried Georgie. "The guys said you had great tits, but, well, man, these are great tits."

"Then you better show the proper reverence, you cruddy little office boy, and lick them until they're good and hard."

Georgie sucked one nipple, then the next. Debbie gasped for breath. Georgie played with the other breast with his hand. He gently rolled the nipple between his fingers until it too stood out.

Debbie's engine had really warmed up by now. "Listen, little office boy, sit down on the desk here. Sit down now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Georgie did as he was told, his prick sticking up like a flagpole when he sat down. Debbie put her ands on the desk on either side of him and brought her lips a half inch above his dick. There, she stopped.

"What are you doing?" cried Georgie. "Come on. Suck me. Suck it. I'm going crazy."

Debbie's eyes look off to the side of Georgie. There she saw Jimmy the window-washer, his dick in hand, watching her every move.

Debbie licked Georgie's thigh, then his stomach, being careful not to touch his dick yet. She knew he would enjoy it all the more if he was forced to wait. Georgie, meanwhile, began stroking Debbie's dangling breasts, pulling on the nipples. Then he reach over and stroked her pussy, just around the pubis area but never quite entering her until Debbie was squirming around like a cat on a hot tin roof.

"Oh, for God's sake," she cried, "at least stick in your finger."

"Not until you start sucking me," replied Georgie.

"Okay, okay," said Debbie and instantly engulfed Georgie's dick in her mouth. Then she ran her tongue up and down the prick. As he started leaking pre-cum, she flicked her darting like tongue around his large head. She then tried to swallow as much as his dick as she could, until her lips were bouncing against his balls.

Georgie, at this time, moved his leg between Debbie's spread legs and began massaging her pussy with the toes of his feet. Debbie squirmed and wiggled. Ooh, it felt so good. She knew his foot had to be covered with juices. She tried to trap his foot between her thighs, so that she could ride his foot like a large dick, but he moved too quickly for her and she was left constantly trying to get something inside her. Nonetheless, she was becoming more and more turned on.

"I can't believe it," she cried out. "I'm going to cum on your foot."

"Some guys have a foot-long dick," said Georgie, "other guys have a foot for a dick."

"Ahhh," screamed Debbie as the orgasm burst inside her. Through half-opened eyes, she stared at Jimmy as he watched her cum on the office boy's foot. Something about allowing a man to watch her in such an act turned her on even more.

Georgie reached for Debbie's buttocks and pulled her up his legs until her pussy was directly over his dick. "Sit," he said.

Debbie gently eased herself on top of the office boy's turgid tool. He fucked her a while like this, then pushed her off and made her lie back on the desk while he knelt before her and started licking her sweet juicy pussy. "Oh, Georgie, Georgie, you nasty little office boy," she said.

By now, Georgie was ready for the main course – a good hard fuck. He stood up, spread Debbie's legs wide open as she lay back, on the desk, and thrust his dick up her willing pussy.