Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

Jose positioned his dick at her mouth and fed it in. Kim hungrily took it all. His large balls dangled in eyes. She opened her mouth as wide as she could in order to take all the Mexican meat she could. Jose was gentle. He took his time, easing it past her teeth, over her tongue to her tonsils. He still had a few more inches to go.

Kim couldn't believe this was happening to her. Just a few minutes ago, she had been wishing with everything she had just to have a big dick inside her. Her dreams had come true. That, she guessed, was just the Beverly Hills kind of lifestyle.

Jose fucked her face for some time, until she finally pulled his long hose out of her mouth for a bit and said, "Jose, you've got to fuck me in my pussy. I really need to get off this morning."

"Si, Meez Kim," he replied. He moved off of her, then knelt between her legs, holding them wide for a good look at her red pussy.

"Oh, me, Jose. Please. Please."

"Un momento," said, Jose. He knew how to tease a woman into cumming. He wanted Kim to have the full advantage of all the tricks he had known with the girls of his mountain village.

He stuck a finger in her moist pussy and began fucking her with that.

"Oh, Jose, lose, you're driving me loco," she cried out. "You're fucking me loco."

Then Jose knelt down and stuck his mouth to her pussy lips, soon licking up all the honey juices that were spilling forth there.

Kim, who had been almost on the verge of cumming before on the mattress. Now Jose had driven her to that edge once more.

Then Jose flipped her over on her stomach. He grabbed her by the ass cheeks and with a sure quick movement, thrust his big manmeat into her pussy.

"Aye, aye, aye," cried Jose.

"Oooh, Jose, fuck me loco, Jose. Fuck me loco," moaned Kim.

He fucked her with the strength for which he had been famous in his little mountain village, the strength which even married women often sought out when their own husband's peters had petered out. His thighs slapped against her white creamy ass. The outlines of her bikini could plainly be seen on her otherwise tan body. It was obvious she wore the teeniest bikini, and so being totally nude was not that much different really.

Kim reach between her legs and founded his jingling balls. They were filled with cum juice, she knew. She couldn't wait until it would cum spurting out of his dick so that she could slurp down every last drop.

Kim stretched out farther on the air mattress, thrusting her randy butt higher into the air to receive the tremendous dick of her Mexican gardener. He grabbed her by a shank of her red hair and pulled her head back, kissing her hard on the lips.

"Ooh, mi hombre," she purred. "Mi hombre with el grande cock."

"I fuck you good, Meez Kim," he said, "just like the virgins in my village."

Then he pressed her flat down against the air mattress and fucked her for a while that way, howling like a wild animal.

"I've got to suck you some more," said Kim. "I need a taste of your big cock right now."

She got up on her knees and turned around. Jose lay on his back down, his dick sticking straight up like one of the palm trees around the pool. Kim began sucking away at his cock, up and down, pushing her mouth all the way down to his cum-laden huevos, then back again. His prick was red and shiny and primed to cum.

"Ooh, Meez Kim, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

"Si, Jose, si! Cum in my mouth, please."

She kept sucking, harder and faster now, and also using her hand to give him a hand job at the same time, her mouth lightly capping his cockhead to catch all the spunk that would soon be spewing. "I'm cumming, senorita!"

His dick shot cum like a geyser. Kim tried to take as much as she could in her mouth, but soon it was drooling out of the sides.

"Oh, Jose, Jose," she moaned.

"Meez Kim, that was muy wonderful."

"Yes, it was. And now about those rose bushes against the wall…"

After her little morning pick-me-up with the gardener, Kim decided to take a shower and head down to the stores to get some shopping done before the whole day was a total waste. She called up her best friend, Tammy Vanderhosen, wife to Hugh Vanderhosen, heir of the department store estate.

"It's such a glorious day to be up and around in Beverly Hills," said Kim on the phone, "what do you say we do a little clothes shopping."

"That sounds wonderful," said Tammy. "I haven't bought anything since last weekend and I'm about to die."

"Don't die when you can still shop," said Kim with a giggle.

Tammy arrived at Kim's mansion in her Rolls Royce. Kim couldn't help but admire Tammy's chauffeur. Tammy had already told Kim all about James. Tammy claimed that James had a cock so big that she could not get her mouth around in during his job interview.

"I almost didn't hire him because of that," said Tammy, "but he did come with some sterling references, and good help is so hard to find, that it did seem a shame not to hire a man just because he happen to be born with a huge schlong. I mean, it with wasn't his fault, was it?"

No, a man couldn't be faulted for that, thought Kim, but he could be faulted if he didn't work to overcome his handicap. Maybe she could lend him a hand someday.

The Rolls took them down Rodeo Drive, past some of the most trendy and expensive stores in the world. "You know," said Tammy, "sometimes I think I love shopping more than screwing."

"Well, you can shop longer than you can screw, that's for sure," said Kim, "but I don't wake up in the middle of the night horny to buy something."

"Now that I'm older, I don't either," said Tammy. She was at least twenty-five years old. She already had some surgery on her huge tits to keep that at the proper angle. "No tilt for tits is my motto," she said.

As they drove past a shocking pink building with a huge neon sign on it, Tammy cried out, "Oh, James, stop! Stop here."

"I don't think I've ever shopped here before," said Kim. The neon sign said, "Her Majesty's Service."

"It's the newest on the block," said Tammy. "I've heard some divine things about it."

"What do they sell?"

"Why don't we go in and find out," said Tammy with a wicked laugh.

While James waited outside in the Rolls, Tammy and Kim entered the pink store. It was a lingerie store – a very nasty lingerie store.

All of the shop girls wore the merchandise. Sometimes that might include a pair of panties with a slit in the middle and a bra that was also cut out in the center so that the woman's large red nipples stuck out for all to see.

"I don't think I've ever seen a store like this before," gasped Kim.

"Oh, come on," said Tammy, "don't you wear any little hot nighties for your William?" William Dunlop was Kim's husband.

"What would be the use? He would just rip them off."

"Oh, but you must learn to tease your man," said Tammy.

"I'm Nancy," said one of the shop girls. "Can I help you two ladies."

Nancy was wearing a very small bikini panty bottom, so narrow that her pubic hair had to have been shaved. From behind, it could barely be seen, the fabric going up the crack of her ass. She wore a bra that had tassels on each tip. On top of her panties, she wore garter belt that held up black mesh stockings, and, of course, she wore the requisite high heels.

"Well, Nancy," said Tammy, "my friend here is looking for a little something to put some spice in her marriage, if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean," said Nancy. "This is the number one reason why people come here."

"Do you have anything that might set off those wonderful breasts and her red hair?"

"Let me check in back."

Nancy returned with several outfits. "If you'd want, we have our dressing rooms in back. We also have a special service that's designed to tell you which of your costumes are the sexiest."