Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

But nothing could prepare her for the next surprise.

She got down on her knees in front of the older gentleman and with a naughty little giggle, unzipped and unbuckled his pants. He was wearing red polka-dot underwear.

"Okay," she said, "Iet's see what we have here."

"Oh," he said, "you're such a nasty, nasty little girl."

She took hold of the red polka-dots and pushed them down to his ankles. And there, just inches from her face, was a twelve-inch cock. A superb cock. The biggest one she had ever faced.

"Oh, my gracious sakes alive!"

"It's okay, Nancy," he said. "It won't bite you."

"Yes, but it might fuck me."

The older gentleman laughed and nodded. "That it might, lassie, that it might."

But if the older gentleman was up to it, so was she. His prick was harder and bigger than any young man's. She opened her lips as wide as they could go and took it into her mouth.

"Oh, that's good, lassie, that's good," he moaned.

Nancy, could never believe that when she first came to Beverly Hills that she'd be doing some so, well, so Beverly Hills as sucking off an older gentleman in a dressing room of the most expensive store on Rodeo Drive. And it was a good cock, too, long and thick.

He put his hands behind her head and pressed her back and forth on his cock, fucking her face with gusto. She loved every lusty minute of it.

Then she bent down slightly so that she could lick his dangling balls. To supply such a large cock, they, too, were enormous. And filled with cum to boot. But the only concession the older gentleman made to his age was to sit down on the chair while Nancy blew him. She straddled one of his legs, rubbing her pussy against his knee and thus getting quite excited as she sucked him off.

"Suck it, baby, suck it!"

He urged her to go faster and faster. She sucked away, up and down, taking it all the way up to his cum-holding balls, then back down again. She bounced the mighty head of his dick against her lips. He reached down and grabbed a nipple, gave it a gentle tug, which really turned Nancy on.

"Oh, Nancy, Nancy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum right in your pretty little mouth."

"Oh, yes, yes," cried Nancy. Well, he wouldn't be fucking her with that big dick, which Nancy surely would have loved, but at least she could take his cum in her mouth. She'd have to find someone else to fuck her later on, maybe during her lunch break.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

He held her head down to his dick while he lapsed into spraying jism all about her tonsils. "Suck it, suck it."

"Aaaah," moaned Nancy. "Aaah."

"Ohh," said the older gentleman, slumping in the chair. "That was great."

"Yes, it was," agreed Nancy.

"Okay," he said. "Now we fuck."

"What?"

"I always like to start my sex with oral sex, kind of like warming up. Now we can fuck."

Nancy couldn't believe it. "That would be wonderful!" she gushed.

They exchanged places, only the older gentleman had Nancy kneel on the chair, acing away from him, so that her creamy white buttocks faced him. He inserted his finger into her honey pot and finger fucked her for a bit.

"Ooh," she moaned. "That's it. That's it."

He was so smoothed, she didn't even realize he had taken out his finger and inserted his twelve-incher until, of course, he began to push into her.

"Oh, my word!"

"Am I… too big?"

"No, no," said Nancy. There wasn't any such thing as being too big in her books. "Fuck me, please."

The older gentleman took hold of his tool and began moving it up and down her pussy lips. This got Nancy more excited than ever. She really needed some cock jammed into her now and she called out, "For crying out loud, just fuck me."

The older gentleman just laughed, knowing how impatient the young were. He had pleasured so many women in his life, he had lost count. The best lovers were the most patient, who took things step by step. Oh, well. If this young lady wanted a good hard fuck, why not give it to her. She had plenty of time in her life to learn patience.

"Hang on, lassie, here it comes."

Nancy grunted and groaned as the big thing plunged into her, inch by inch. While he was pushing in his dick, Nancy began massaging her own breasts, circling the red nipples with her fingers, wetting her fingers then playing with the tender buds.

At last the older gentleman had given her all the tremendous cock he had to give her. Her butt bounced up and down as she wriggled and reared up like a wild horse. Oh, that felt good. He began fucking the living heck out of here. Who would have suspected some old dude would have so much stamina, so much strength, so much dick?

The older gentleman grabbed her buttocks and squeezed. What beautiful bounteous bundles they were. Every time he plunged his dick in all the way, he felt his balls bounce against her pussy and he watched her buttocks quiver in delight.

"Ooh, this is so good," said Nancy. She held her butt up higher so that he could give it even a better fucking.

She began bobbing back and forth, up and down, getting every bit of pleasure from the gigantic cock as she could. Her clit was on fire. Her tits were on fire. The orgasmic response began swelling inside her, growing stronger with every thrust, until it took off, like a wildfire, consuming her whole body. She shook convulsively, wiggling her ass back and forth in such a delightful way that the older gentleman came himself, pumping her pussy full of sticky jism juice.

The older gentleman leaned against the wall, his dick so long that it still remained in Nancy's glistening pussy. "Oh, that's all for today," he said. "After all, I am ninety-two years old."

Tammy and Kim bid goodbye to Nancy and the three judges. James, at the wheel of the Rolls, roared off down the street.

"This is why I love shopping so much," exclaimed Kim.

"Yes, I agree wholeheartedly," said Tammy, and they both laughed for some time. What a wonderful day it had been. Kim had already been fucked twice and it wasn't lunch yet. This, she realized, was nothing unusual for Beverly Hills. After all, what was the use of having money if you couldn't fuck as much as possible.

"You know," said Kim, "I've developed quite an appetite. Let's do lunch."

"Splendid," said Nancy, "though I don't know why I should be so hungry after all I've eaten today."

The women erupted into such shrieks of laughter that they startled poor James at the wheel and he almost crashed the Rolls into a Mercedes. A fat little man in the Mercedes rolled down his window and yelled at them. Kim and Nancy turned around in their seat and gave him the finger out the back window.

"Those poor slobs in those pesky little Mercedes," said Nancy, "who do they think they are?"

While the ladies were heading off to lunch, Kim's husband, William Dunlop, was hard at working, or perhaps one should say, he was working to make it hard. For on the other side of the fair city of BH, he was in hard negotiations with a woman of real estate, the queen, actually, of Beverly Hills real estate, BJ Stickman.

BJ Stickman had risen from being a mistress of a movie producer to the top of the real estate ladder, no easy climb, especially for a woman. But she was smart and crafty, well aware of most men's weakness and ready to take them apart as soon as they exposed themselves, so to speak.

William and BJ met at her office on the top floor of a gigantic office building. Her office, actually, was the top floor, reached only by an elevator and she controlled the doors. From the windows of her office, she could look out and see her vast holdings and properties. She loved to wheel and deal.

William, too, loved to wheel and deal. He owned several businesses and needed a new office to expand his operations. He was getting bigger all the time. He was especially getting bigger in the office of BJ, for he couldn't help but notice her big tits beneath her silk blouse. When she made an especially serious point, she would lean forward so that he could get quite a pod shot of them down her blouse. He could almost see the full swell. He craned forward trying to get a glimpse of the nipples. He bet they were big red and juicy.