Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

It was not long before she felt a tremble of life in the wet noodle. Yes, yes, that was it. She felt it swell as it pushed back and forth between her tits.

"Oh, Mrs. Vanderhosen," cried out Dr. Dickson. "What is happening to me?"

Soon, the dick was stiff as a doctor's golf club. It was almost TOO big, and Tammy wondered if Dr. Dickson had ever considered penis reduction surgery.

As the dick came surging through the valley of her boobs, she bent down her head and save the head a little lick. Soon the dick slid through her tits, then came to a stogy in her mouth. While she held her tits firmly about the shaft of the dick, she began sucking at its head with all her might.

"Ahhh, Mrs. Vanderhosen, you're sucking me, you're sucking my dick."

"Yeth, dawctor," she said, her mouth cock-crammed.

"I'm going to cum! Oh, my God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

Dr. Dickson was almost hysterical and Tammy worried that this hysteria might cause his dick to wither before her very eyes and between her very tits.

Not to worry, because the dick grew hotter and stiffer, the head blowing up, every vein bulging. Now Dr. Dickson was thrusting mightily between her tits and jamming his dick into her mouth.

"Stand back, stand back, Mrs. Vanderhosen," cried out the doctor, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming right now!"

But after all this work, Tammy was determined not to miss the payoff. As his dick came hustling between her tits, she saw the first spurt of white cum shoot out. She opened her mouth just in time and caught the whole load. She left her mouth open while Dr. Dickson shot spurt after spurt of salty cum. She thought he was some kind of freak, but then she remembered that he had not cum in five years.

An orgasm shot down through her body. She trembled and shook her beauteous boobs about, shocked by, the belief that she could get an orgasm just by manipulating her nipples. It was like getting two extra clits. No wonder Dr. Dickson was the toast of the town's tits.

Dr. Dickson was in tears afterwards. He helped Tammy up from her knees and hugged her tenderly. "Thank you, thank you," he said. "I have tried everything to get an erection – blowjobs, dirty movies, even pornographic works by Emile Bosch, but none of them worked."

"You should have known that your own weakness was tits," said Tammy.

"I always thought they held a purely clinical and professional interest for me," said Dr. Dickson, shaking his head at what a fool he had been, "but now I realize, well, tits are my life!"

"And what a fulfilling life it can be."

"Yes, thanks to you," said Dr. Dickson. And so, even as Tammy pleaded and pleaded for the middle-aged man to give her a good fucking, she knew that she would soon orgasm just by his manipulating her nipples. If he thought he was going to tease her all day long, he'd soon realize she could cum in several different ways.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried out. "I'm cumming. I'm…"

And then she moaned and screamed while a terrifically strong orgasm emanating from her nipples and, like a lightning bolt, passed through her body and out her pussy.

"You're the most orgasmic woman, I've ever met," said the middle-aged man.

"No, no," said Tammy. "That's all I can take for one day."

"Hah! We'll see about that," said the middle-aged man. Back and forth, he began moving his hips. Already, Tammy was juicing up for more action. Just knowing that he was going to fuck her but good filed her with renewed pleasure.

Faster and faster his dick thrust inside her, then, moving his hips sideways, he would slow down a bit, then speed back up.

"Oh, you feel so damn good," moaned Tammy. "I just love your dick. I do need dick in my pussy," she admitted.

"I'm going to fuck you with your legs spread wide," cried out the middle-aged man. "You're going to be decked like you've never been decked before."

Tammy could hardly expect that to be true, since she had fucked a lot of world-class cocksmen, but if this middle-aged lingerie judge wanted to take his chance at the brass ring, well, then, more power to him.

His big deck slid in and out of her slick pussy. He moved faster and faster. He pulled out almost until his deck fell out of her pussy, then he would shove it back in like a freight train in a tunnel.

Tammy knew she was losing all control. Okay, okay, he was a world-class cocksman. "Please, don't stop fucking me. I really mean it this time," she pleaded.

He knew now that to stop fucking her would only be cruel. It was one thing to tease, another to deliberately be mean. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved his deck in faster and harder than before.

As the excitement mounted once more in Tammy's clit, he bent over and gave her nipples one lick each. That was all it took to send Tammy on a roller-coaster spiral to the big cum.

"Ahh, ahhh, oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming again."

The orgasm exploded inside her. She shook her tits furiously, back and forth, gasping for breath, moaning and squealing with so much pleasure.

Harder than ever, he slammed into her, his big deck taking no prisoners. "Ooh, ooh, baby. Baby!" He roared as his cum fired into her. Mingling with her own joy juice, it oozed out of her pussy.

His thrusts slowed down until his deck finally began to shrink and dropped out of her puss. He fell back against the wall of the dressing room, absolutely soaked with perspiration.

"Would you be ever so kind," said Tammy, "to unhook my high heels from the wall?"

Behind curtain number three, shopgirl Nancy was with the older gentleman. He was a kindly old man, almost like her old friend, and Nancy didn't know if she could really get off with someone this old. He probably had a withered old dickie and wouldn't be able to get off himself.

Nancy might have just quit, but it was with the same determination that got her a job in Beverly Hills that kept her going. Besides, she was so horny!

"Well," she said, "let's get on with it."

"Oh, yes, of course, my dear."

His hands went for her breasts, which were small, perky things but very sensitive. He seemed to have plenty of experience, at least. He knew exactly how to caress a woman's boobs. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. She was wearing one of the store's most expensive silky bras.

"Ooh, dear, I remember this one," said the older gentleman. "We judged that matron from South Pasadena gust last week."

"Yes," said Nancy, "this is the flagship of our 'Sweet and Sassy' line." She posed back and forth for the older, gentleman.

"Ahh," said he, "just the way I like them, sweet and sassy."

He reached behind her back and expertly picked the latch. The bra fell to the dressing room floor, while the older gentleman gazed upon her perky titties. "Oh, we're going to have some fun," he said.

Yeah, thought, Nancy, if you can get it up.

Next, his hand went up her dress and, traveling up her thighs, came to her moist pussy. He massaged her pubis for a while, and soon her panties ($69 on sale) had a large wet spot in front.

Well, she thought, maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Before she knew it, he had her dress down, her garter unsnapped and her simply ripped off her string panties. She was left wearing nothing but her black nylons.

"Oh," he said, "don't you look the nasty girl."

"I am nasty," she replied teasingly.

"Then if you're so nasty, why don't you suck my dick?"

Nancy was a bit shocked hearing such straight forward language coming from a guy who should be retired, but she had to admit, it did turn her on. Maybe he could get it up. She would find out soon enough.

He hugged her to his chest, kissing her furiously, and grabbing her ass cheeks so hard they left red marks on them. He had the strength of ten younger men, it seemed to Nancy.