Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"I do it for the money," she admitted. "I like nice things, and fucking is the only thing I really do well. Besides, most of the times it's not so bad. I've even got a few regulars I enjoy making it with."

"Can you come from fucking with a man?"

Val's cunt began to grow wet again, slowly, but very definitely. Deep inside her, like a small, flickering flame, her passion began to spread and grow hot, fueled by her consuming fascination by Alyscia's career as a prostitute. She wanted to know more about Alyscia's job. She wanted to know everything there was to know about being a prostitute. It turned her on almost as much as making love to a woman had.

"Oh, yes; certainly." Alyscia nodded, running her fingers down over Val's belly, massaging her clitoris with a light, delicate pressure. "I can come with a lot of them. I really like sex – I like it a lot. It's just that I enjoy it more with a woman than a man. There's something about a pussy…" – she slipped her finger into Val's cunt – "… that no cock can ever compare with."

Val closed her eyes and began to hump up and down on the probing finger. Her nipples tingled, as she felt herself building incredibly again toward orgasm. Her head spun madly, giddily.

"Why were you staring at me this morning at breakfast?" Val asked, remembering how Alyscia had watched her from across the hotel dining room, her cold blue eyes never leaving her face for an instant. "And why did you come over to my table at dinner tonight?"

"To meet you, of course."

"You mean you picked me up?" Val asked.

"Of course."

Val smiled: it was a strange idea to get used to. She'd never been picked up by a woman before.

"Why are you in Florida?" she asked. "Working?"

"Oh, no. I'm strictly on vacation," Alyacia moaned when Val touched her cunt. The two women fingered each other. "Why are you here?"

"I'm on vacation, too." The wide, blonde fullness of Alyscia's cunt, the palm of her hand nearly drove her mad with passion. In her whole life, Val had never touched another woman's cunt before. It felt so different from her own, so much wetter, softer, her lips so thick and furry. Even her clitoris was larger.

Val pushed two fingers up into Alyscia's cunt, stirring the fingers around inside the other woman's body. She thought of Doug. "This year my husband and I decided to take separate vacations."

"I see," Alyscia observed, moaning tensely as her own excitement began to mount under Val's inexperienced stroking. Sometimes fumbling can be more of a turn-on than sterile, efficient skill. She began to hump her pussy into Val's fingertips. "Having marital troubles?"

"Sort of." But Val didn't want to talk about herself. She wanted to hear more about Alyscia and about her exciting, cunt-tingling job. "How did you get to be a prostitute?"

"The usual way." Alyscia closed her eyes, sucking in her breath tensely as Val rubbed her clit. "I was in college, didn't have enough money for tuition, so I did some tricking on the side. I got really good at it, and liked it a lot. So I dropped out of school and have been… oh! Ohhh… I've been doing it ever since."

"I bet you've had a lot of interesting experiences?" Val asked. She sucked Alyscia's nipples, first the right, then the left. "Why don't you tell me a few?"

Alyscia groaned. "I will on one condition."

"What?"

"If you lick my cunt."

Val gasped. "All right… I will!"

She began to slide down in Alyscia's arms, licking her tongue across the blonde woman's stiff brown nipples, running her lips across her belly. Inside her skull, Val's head seemed to be exploding.

Alyscia stopped her for a moment. "Have you ever licked a cunt before?"

Val shook her head.

"It's easy," Alyscia assured her. She settled back on the bed, spreading her thighs, offering her blonde-haired pussy up toward Val's open, eager mouth. "Just lick me the way you like to be licked. You know what feels good."

Pulling the lips of Alyscia's cunt open, exposing the wet red underside, Val pressed her mouth into the oozing, yellow-haired snatch. She began to eat her first pussy.

"Once I made love to Leigh Bradley, the movie star," Alyscia said, moaning softly. She ran her fingers through Val's long brown hair. Val's tongue lapped up and down over her clit. "Leigh's a lesbian you know…"

"Are you sure it's all right?" Doug asked.

Jessi laughed, tossing her long red hair. "That's the tenth time you've asked me that question. Did you know that? At least ten times." She sighed with mock exasperation, her big firm tits straining at the material of her pink sweater. "Yes, darlin', it's perfectly all right. What do you think I am, crazy? Surely I couldn't be getting you in dutch without doing the same for myself."

It made sense. "No, I guess not." Doug tapped his fingernail against the side of his glass.

"You just take it easy and relax, honey." She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "Want me to freshen your drink?"

"No… thanks." Unconsciously, Doug began to pull at his sideburns, twisting and twirling the short dark hairs around his fingers. "You see, it's just that…"

The doorbell rang.

Doug's mouth dropped open and his face paled. "Oh shit."

"Darlin'…" Jessi cast a stern green eye at him, positively perplexed by his inability to trust her word. A last gulp of her gin and tonic, and she put the glass on the floor next to the sofa. "Don't you think I know my own husband?" she asked.

Doug drained his Scotch. The ice cube rattled coldly against his teeth. "I sure hope you do," he muttered into the glass, feeling very fatalistic suddenly. "Oh, well…"

"You going to walk me to the door?" she asked.

"No, that's all right. I'll wait here. I'll let you tell him… about this, afternoon."

Jessi shook her head and smiled. "Darlin', one of these days you're going to learn to trust me."

The doorbell buzzed again.

"I hope so." He tried to smile, but it came out a grin.

Watching her firm, full ass disappearing through the living room arch, headed toward the door, Doug felt as if he were shrinking into his chair. A wave of pure anxiety swept him, and he mentally kicked himself, wondering if he were a fool. What was he doing there?

With his ears attentive to every sound, he could hear Jessi open the front door, greeting her husband Walt. He couldn't make out their words, but he could hear them talking. They seemed to talk for a very long time. Doug began to sweat under his armpits. The roof of his mouth got very dry, and there was a metallic taste on his tongue. Incredibly, he got a thick, pounding hard-on, throbbing through his pants, even after the exhausting morning and afternoon he'd spent with Jessi. He squeezed it unconsciously, then realized what he was doing, and went back to wishing the damned thing would go away.

By the time he realized they had stopped talking, it was too late to panic. In a kind of numb detachment, he glanced up at the living room arch, just in time to see Jessi and her husband walking toward him.

Walt Holbrook was tall and slender, with a delicate, almost sensitive face. Thin-lipped, with large, round brown eyes, with long brown lashes, his narrow, high-cheeked face was topped with sandy-colored brown hair, which he wore cut short. Handsome, but almost in a feminine way, he wore a dark blue sweater with an open vee neck, and a pair of faded, tight-fitting jeans.

Instinctively, Doug stood to greet him, thankful his hard-on had shriveled back down to nothing. He found himself breathing a small sigh of relief, thankful that Walt looked as he did, and not as he imagined him. The thing he felt best of all about was Walt's face. He was smiling.

"How ya in there buddy," he said, his hand extended toward Doug in greeting. His voice was kind of twangy and thin. "Pleased to meet ya."