Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

"Why don't you take off something," she said.

"Well," said Jimmy, nervously.

"Come on," said Debbie. "Don't be shy." And she advanced upon him steadily.

Jimmy stepped back as far as he could on the scaffolding until his safety belt stopped him. He was caught.

Debbie began unbuttoning his shirt, pulled it open, and tossed it over the scaffolding. Jimmy froze. But she quickly warmed him up by kissing his nipples, sponging her tongue around his stomach, running it along his stomach, and playing all the time with the buckle of his pants. Before he knew what was happening, his pants were down around his ankles and Debbie's lips were around his dick.

Jimmy was in such ecstasy that he did not notice the crowd of office workers gathering on the other side of the window. Here was a switch – people watching a window washer getting off. By the time Jimmy did look up, he was so aroused that he no longer cared who was watching. He didn't even care if he was sixty-nine stories in the air. All he wanted to do was give that Debbie Delirious a deliriously delightful fucking.

He beckoned her to her feet so that he could unbuckled the belt of her short little, mini-dress. He pulled it off her waist. She twirled around as he did so, then he tossed the leather garment over the side. She was wearing nothing but some bikini briefs, lacy things that were her favorites.

With a quick pull, he snapped off the bikini panties and she stood there naked in front of him. She had a gorgeous body, slim and slender, with a nice tan on her. Her tits and private areas, of course, were snowy white. This only seemed to accentuate their sensuousness and also their intimacy.

Debbie backed up to him. Jimmy had his cock in hand, ready for her. He leaned back against the side of the scaffolding and Debbie leaned back against him, taking all of his cock into her pussy with one smooth stroke. Then she began bouncing back and forth, her titties bouncing in accord. The office workers inside couldn't believe their good luck. Here it was, lunch hour, and the only thing they had been looking forward to was a hamburger and fries – so fries at that.

"Oh God, baby, baby!" cried out Jimmy. "You have such a nice ass. Let me feel your tits. Let me feel them."

Bent over as she was, he couldn't reach down and grab a handful of tit. He was still firmly attached to the scaffolding by the safety belt. Debbie stood up slightly so that he could reach around her and play with her nipples, which instantly responded to his touch.

"Oh Jimmy," she moaned. "I just love your cock. I just love fucking you. It gets me so high."

Jimmy looked over the scaffolding to where people on the sidewalk looked like ants. "We're both high, baby," he said.

Debbie stood up and turned around to face Jimmy. She wrapped her tan legs around his waist and slowly descended upon his prick. "Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, I don't think I can stand it," she moaned.

She didn't know if it was just the height, the swinging scaffolding, the face that so many people were watching her getting fucked or what, but she knew she had never fucked like this before.

"Oh, Jimmy, just keep it up, keep pumping."

Jimmy put his lips to hers, stuck his tongue into her greedy mouth so that she could suck on that while he gave her a good dicking below. He clasped his hands upon her bouncing buttocks and squeezed, harder and harder until Debbie arched back and cried out in orgasm.

Her wildly gyrating body, her frenzied hissing, her bouncing tits set off the orgasmic response in Jimmy's sexual organs also. "I'm cumming, baby," he cried. "I'm cumming."

He pumped her pelvis harder than ever before. "Oh, baby," she cried out, "give it to me, give it to me, give it to me…"

Tammy and Kim had spent the entire day and most of the evening shopping. There were so many things to buy and so little time. As the last shop closed its doors for the night, they got back into the limousine and headed home.

"I'm feeling rather tired tonight," said Tammy. "Conspicuous consumption can be so wretched on the system."

"Yes, I'm feeling a bit of buyer-burnout myself," complained Kim.

"I tell you what. Why doesn't James just drop me off at my mansion first, I really need to et to sleep. I've got another charity ball for one of mankind's many diseases tomorrow."

"But if mankind didn't have so many diseases," replied Kim, "we'd never be able to have so much fun and feel so self-righteous about it at the same time."

"True," said Tammy. "Anyway, I'll just have James drop me off and then he can drive you home." She then said in a low voice. "He can drive you home… alone."

Kim nodded as the smile grew across her face. Sure, she was tired of shopping, but she wasn't about to give up this chance to be alone with the splendid James. All day long, she had thought of nothing else but the chauffeur's prick and how large it was rumored to be.

"Will you be a dear and do that, James?" cooed Tammy.

"As you wish, ma'am," said James in his professional chauffeur's voice.

Tammy gave Kim a kiss at the front gates and sent her on her way.

James pulled down the driveway and onto Sunset Boulevard in silence. "James, you certainly are a very quiet sort, aren't you," said Kim.

"It is just part of the chauffeur," said James. "When I'm not a chauffeur, I'm considered quite loquacious."

Kim wasn't quite sure what loquacious meant, perhaps a trait of the loquations. Never mind, she lived only fifteen minutes from Tammy and she didn't have much time.

"I'm sure you must be quite a different person when you're driving lonely women like myself all around the city."

"Oh, yes," remarked James. "Quite different."

"I mean I'm several different kinds of people myself," said Kim. "I can be the obedient wife, the rich bitch, the shopper, the ditz. I can be a complete floozy, spreading her legs for any man who might want a taste."

"That's very interesting," said James, his eyes on the road.

Slowly, Kim let loose the straps of her dress from her shoulder and let it fall. She knew James could see her giant melons from his rearview mirror. She began circling the nipples with her fingers.

"I'm an interesting person," replied Kim. "I can do all sorts of interesting things. All sorts."

"I have not doubt about that," said James.

Kim shimmied out of her dress and folded it over the driver's seat. It was followed by a pair of pink panties, the only piece of clothing she had bought in "Her Majesty's Service" underwear shop. Although James kept his eyes on the road, she knew that he could not miss that.

"Oh, James?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Won't you just fuck me?"

James immediately pulled the limousine to the side of Sunset Boulevard. "Why, of course."

James got out of the front seat and into the back with Kim. He opened a compartment and pulled out a bottle of champagne. He reached under another compartment and turned on the tape deck. Frank Sinatra began to sing.

"What a car," exclaimed Kim. "Too bad you didn't have this car when I was younger. I was fucking in nothing but those damn crowded Porsches."

"That's not too shabby of a car," said James.

"On the raceway, it might be great, but it was not built for sex, no matter what those ads might have you believe."

James sat down on the limousine back seat with her.

"Well," said Kim, "how do you want to do this?"

"Like we did it when we were younger," replied James.

"Then you just sit down here and I'll act like you are my college sweetheart," said Kim. She got down on her knees on the limousine. Slowly she unzipped James' pants, reached in and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen. It wasn't fully erect yet, but it already topped the scales at a good twelve inches.

"Oh, Heavens to Betsy," cried Kim.