Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

"I want two million five," she said. "That's my final offer."

"I can't go any higher than two million," said William. "That's too high as it is."

"Two million? You're robbing me blind. I might as well give it away."

Boy, did William wish she did give it away, or give him at least a little piece. What was he thinking? He was in the middle of serious real estate negotiations, he shouldn't be thinking about porking this dame.

"All right. All right," he said, "two million, two-hundred fifty."

"I'm still taking a two-hundred and fifty thousand dollar loss," said BJ. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on this."

"If you can't come down lower, I can't meet your price."

"Well, Mr. Dunlop," said BJ, "because I like you, I'll tell you what I'll do. Two million, four-hundred and ninety-thousand."

"You're taking off ten thousand dollars in a two and a half million dollar deal? Thanks a lot."

"You can't meet it?"

"No, not even close."

"Well, then," said BJ, "I'm afraid I'll have to call Max Honeycutt. He wanted this property, too, for my price. I just happened to like you better."

"Max Honeycutt!" William Dunlop was angered. Max Honeycutt was his chief business rival. It seemed like every time William was ready to start a new business or expand into another market, Max Honeycutt was there in front of him. "No, forget it. All right. You win. Two million, four hundred and ninety five thousand. That Max Honeycutt isn't going to interfere with me again."

BJ smiled. "Mr. Dunlop, you have a deal." She stood up from her massive oak desk and extended her hand. William shook it.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, as usual," said BJ.

"You're a hard woman," said William begrudgingly. "But I respect that in a woman."

"I respect hardness in a man, too," said BJ with a mischievous smile.

William could have sworn she looked right at his cock when she said that. He hoped she didn't look too hard, for his cock was throbbingly hard at that moment. Those big tits of BJ's were driving him crazy. He had to touch them, suck on them, heft them. Something. Before he wet his pants with frustration.

"Now that we've got the work out of the way," said BJ, "why don't we have a little champagne to celebrate."

"That sounds wonderful," said William. "I could use a drink." And I could use a good fuck, too, he said to himself.

BJ picked up her phone and ordered the office boy to bring in the hospitality cart. In the next moment, he arrived on the elevator with a large cart filled with ice and several bottles of champagne. A special tray contained caviar.

"Thank you, Georgie," said BJ, sending him on his way. The kid had a nice ass. And probably a pretty good cock, but BJ moved in more elevated circles. Though, a nice young cock might be a change. The kids were so anxious, they practically came off when you touched them. She'd wait on Georgie. Maybe the secretary could take him on. He was her class. Well, not exactly.

BJ popped open a bottle of champagne and poured the bubbly into two crystal glasses. She handed one to William.

"Mr. Dunlop."

"Please, just call me… call me Bill."

"All right, Bill. And please, just call me BJ."

"BJ, it is," said William. "Well, then, a toast, to us."

"To us," said William. They clinked glasses. Then BJ did a most unexpected thing. She wrapped her arm around Bill's, so that their arms were entangled as they drank their first sip of the champagne.

"Ahh," said BJ, "nothing like a five thousand dollar bottle of champagne to cement a deal."

"Five thousand dollars?" exclaimed William. "And here I thought you were so tight."

"Oh, I am tight," said BJ, curling her lip.

At that, William was so startled, he accidentally dripped champagne on his pants.

"Oh, Bill," cried BJ, "you've wet yourself."

She immediately pulled the silk scarf she had been wearing around her neck and began brushing William's pants. The champagne had fallen right on his crotch, and so this is what BJ started brushing.

"Um, um, let me get that," said William.

"No, no," said BJ. "There are some things only a woman can handle. Or should handle."

"Well…"

William was so hard, he was ready to burst. And BJ kept brushing the front of his ants. Then she stopped brushing and boldly grabbed his cock inside his pants.

"Bill, what is this?"

"Uh, well…"

"Never mind. But if I brought the champagne, I should think you could at least contribute your dick."

William was flabbergasted. "I guess I was just being selfish."

"It feels like you have quite some holdings down there yourself," she said. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Oh, oh, uh… not at all."

BJ knelt down before William and unzipped his pants. His dick sprung out like one of his racehorses from the starting gate.

"Oh, Bill, Bill," exclaimed BJ. She took a sip of the five thousand dollar champagne, and then, with it still bubbling about her tongue, stuck Bill's cock into her mouth.

"Ahhhh," moaned Bill. "What is that."

"My favorite," said BJ, "a champagne cocktail."

"Oh, that feels wonderful."

The frizzly liquor tickled his cock, while BJ worked it back and forth in her mouth. "Oh, yeah," cried out Bill, now losing control, "suck it, suck that champagne cocktail."

It was at this moment that Jimmy the window washer was starting his daily rounds. As he lowered the scaffolding from the roof of the building, he couldn't help but notice his boss on her knees giving William Dunlop a terrific blowjob. He stopped right there.

BJ took another sip of champagne and, with her mouth full, gulped down more of William's cock, letting her frizzy little bubbles do their job while William thrashed about in pleasure.

"Ahh, BJ, BJ, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

"Not yet, not yet," said BJ. She took another quick sip of champagne, then opening her mouth wide and positioning it in front of William's cock, she began jerking him off with her hand.

"I'm cummmg, I'm cumming," he cried.

Jimmy the window-washer had gotten so excited by this time, he had his own dick out and was furiously masturbating himself thirty-three stories above the ground.

William's cock spurted forth its goo right into the pool of champagne in BJ's mouth. She kept her mouth open until she was satisfied she had milked every drop of cum from him, then she swallowed the champagne and cum together.

"Ah," she said, "better than any Rothchild's."

During this little interlude, William had gotten some ideas himself, and he decided to see how they'd work.

"Get up here on the desk," he ordered.

"What are you going to do?" asked BJ.

"You'll find out."

BJ did as she was told. William unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off. She was wearing nylons hooked to garter belts, something that had become quite rare in the age of pantyhose. William, however, became quite excited, though his dick remained limp after all it had just been through. He could see that BJ's panties were wet, that she had really gotten off on her champagne cocktail. He pulled off her panties and sent them sailing across the room.

"Oh, Bill," said BJ, panting, "you're not."

"I am."

He took the bottle of champagne and poured just a dribble onto her pussy. It was a delightful pussy with quite a bush. The champagne bubbled and fizzed on her pussy lips. Bill bent down and, began furiously lapping up the champagne as it dripped through her pussy. "A champagne cunt tail," he pronounced.

"Oh, Bill, Bill," moaned BJ. She laid back on her desk, legs spread wide, her arms out, letting him do with her as he liked. She felt him pour the frizzy champagne on her stomach, and then lick it out of her navel. She tensed up with excitement. He moved slowly and with a great deal of experience, for he knew exactly how to tease her the best. He poured more champagne on her pussy and licked that up, too, then he gently, slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. She just about spasmed right then. For while he pushed and pulled his finger in her pussy, his tongue was always licking away at her clit. This was just too much for BJ. He kept her right on the edge of orgasm, but just when she felt she was going to cum, he drew back just a little, began licking her thighs or her stomach, and pulled back from the magic button at the head of her pussy.