Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"Does he always sleep naked?"

"Always."

"Jesus, I want to fuck."

"Shhhh…" Jessi reclosed the door. Grinning, her cunt oozing wetness, she asked: "Well, what do you think of him?"

"Oh, God, I'm so shook up. I want to suck his cock. I want him to fuck me. Oh, God. Let's go in now. Right now. Okay?"

"Okay. Let's get undressed."

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Cybill was pulling off her house dress. In another blink of an eye she was stepping out of her panties! Her hips were slender and boyish, and the hair on her pussy was sparse and dark. Jessi could see her fingering herself.

"I'm ready," she said. "Are you sure he's good?"

Jessi smiled, remembering the past few days. She unbuttoned her bathrobe and pulled it off. Under it she was naked, and Cybill moaned and licked her lips when she saw that.

"Oh, he's very good," Jessi said, carefully folding her robe. She draped it over the back of a chair. "God, you should have seen what he did to me last night. What they both did to me."

Cybill stepped over to her friend, running her fingers up and down over Jessi's firm, large tits. "Both?" she asked, pinching Jessi's nipples as she masturbated herself. "The both of who?"

"Doug and Walt." Jessi fondled Cybill back, idly stroking her small, firm tits. "God, what a night."

"What happened?"

"They both fucked me – at the same time. Doug fucked my pussy, and Walt did it to me up the ass."

"Oh – God!" Cybill began to suck on Jessi's long hard nipples. "Both of them at the same time?"

"It was wonderful."

Cybill kissed Jessi hard on the mouth, licking her tongue around the redheaded woman's lips. She ran her hands all over Jessi's naked flesh, over her tits, between her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass. She grabbed Jessi by the ass then, and rubbed her naked pussy against Jessi's cunt.

"I can't wait anymore. I want to come."

Jessi opened the bedroom door. "Go ahead. You do it until he wakes up. Then I'll tell him."

Cybill strode directly to the bed, flipping back the bedcovers with a nervous impatience. Doug was naked, one leg drawn up, his hard-on gone, the long pink shaft of his limp dick resting against his hairy, muscular thigh. Cybill threw herself onto the bed, picking up Doug's cock in her hand. Without a word, she lowered her face to his crotch, and began to suck the sleeping man's prick.

What a surprise Doug's going to have when he wakes up, Jessi thought, masturbating as she watched her friend sucking Doug awake. Two horny housewives at the same time. I think I'll sit on his face.

On the bed, Doug stirred, then awoke. Disoriented and confused, he stared down at Cybill, a woman he'd never seen in his life, the woman sucking his cock.

"Good morning," Jessi announced cheerily, fingering her redheaded snatch. "I'd like to introduce you to my friend. Her name is Cybill."

Val turned her first trick at the bar of the Bel-Mar hotel. The Bel-Mar was a big, expensive luxury hotel; about a half mile further down Collins Avenue from where she was staying. Following Alyscia's professional advice to the letter, she'd been sitting in the lounge a little more than ten minutes before the slightly paunchy, roughly handsome man tried to pick her up.

"Well; hello there, little lady," he said. Standing beside Val's table, with his drink in his hand, the other hand in the pocket of his flannel gray slacks, he seemed both wealthy and confident. Deeply tanned, graying around the temples, from the wide grin on his face, it was obvious he was hoping Val would invite him to sit down. "Don't tell me somebody as pretty as you has been stood up? Why, that's a crime."

Val pretended to be offended. "I beg your pardon. I'm not in the habit of speaking to strangers." She looked past the man, toward the entrance of the lounge, as if she were expecting to see someone appear at any moment. Inside, her stomach was tied in knots, and instead of feeling turned on, as she'd always fantasized she would be, she was terrified. "And as for being stood up, you're absolutely wrong. My friend will be along any moment."

It was the last night of Val's vacation; tomorrow morning she would board a jet and fly back to New York, and to Doug. Tomorrow she was going to have to make the most crucial decision of her life – whether or not she was going to remain married to Doug. Just thinking about it made her feel uneasy, for she still didn't know how she was going to decide. The two weeks had provided her with a much needed rest, a great and varied sex life, a renewed sense of confidence in herself as a person, but little else. She was no closer to her decision than she had been two weeks earlier. Only now she was all out of time.

But not quite. Tomorrow was still tomorrow, and tonight was only tonight. The decision would have to come tomorrow, but until then she refused to burden her conscience with her doubts and insecurities. The last night of her vacation was for celebration, a last fling, her last change to do whatever she wanted to do, no questions asked.

And what Val had decided to do was act out one of her sexual fantasies thanks to her good friend and lover, Alyscia. Her advice and help had been invaluable, and without her, Val would have never had the courage to do it. On the last night of her vacation, Val decided she wanted to be a prostitute.

"Well," the man persisted, taking his hand out of his pocket, straightening his burgundycolored sports jacket. On his pinky, set in white gold, he had an enormous diamond ring. "What if your friend doesn't show up? Could I buy you a drink then?"

Val turned and studied the man carefully, trying to remember everything Alyscia had told her to look for. There were so many things, she found herself growing confused, so she decided to use her own judgment only. She tried to decide how she felt toward the wealthy stranger, what her emotional reaction to him was. She concluded that he was a turn-on, and that he probably would be very good in bed. There was a roughness, a crudeness about him that all the money in the world couldn't hide. He probably even had a big cock.

"I suppose so," Val answered finally. "I can't see any harm in that. But I doubt if you'll have that opportunity. My friend will be here."

"Well, in that case," the man said, winking at her, "why don't you let my buy you that drink now? If your friend really does show up, I won't have the chance later. Besides, you look kinda thirsty to me."

Val tried to look thoughtful. "Well, one drink, I suppose won't hurt." She stared again at the door. "And he is late."

The man bowed. "May I sit?"

"Only until my friend comes."

"But of course." He pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down. His knee touched against Val's knee, but he made no move to take it away. "What would you like me to order for you?"

Val thought for a moment. "Let's see. I am thirsty. I'll bet a nice cold bottle of champagne would do nicely. If you don't mind?" She flashed her best, most seductive of smiles. Her false eyelashes fluttered.

"Champagne it will be." He waved over a waiter and, placed his order: another Scotch for himself and a bottle of their best champagne. His deeply tanned face cracked into a white, dazzling smile. "Money's no object."

The words made Val's cunt lips quiver.

"What's your name?"

"Valerie. What's yours?"

"John. John Miller."

Val smiled. How very appropriate, she thought.

A moment later, the waiter brought the bottle of champagne. He uncorked it, and poured a glass for Val. She picked it up and sipped it, the bubbles tickling under her nose.

"You know, I don't think my friend is going to come after all." She smiled at her John.

"I didn't think he'd show up." He drank down his Scotch, picking the glass up with the hand on which he wore the diamond pinky ring. The light caught in the stone and made it glitter. "So I guess that kinda makes you free for the evening. Ain't that right?"