Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

"Well," he said, "I've read about it, but I never tried it."

Linda just grinned, not wanting him to know that she'd never tried it, either. When his limp nub of a cock was deeply lathered with the thick cream, she bent down and sucked it hard into her mouth. She began gobbling up the cream with a loud wet gurgling noise, squeezing and sucking and lapping Ross' fat little cock.

"Oh, Christ," Ross yelped.

Linda chuckled to herself. Her crazy trick was working even better than she'd dreamed. Ross had obviously enjoyed having the cool cream spread all over his dick, and he was getting off even more on her noisy hard sucking. His pudgy face flushed with lusty excitement, and he moaned steadily, hoarsely, as she sucked his cock clean of the whipped cream.

"My God, my God," he muttered, "this is incredible."

Linda reached up and tickled his flaccid red balls as she sucked his cock. Ross flinched and moaned, and his face split in a horny grin. Linda's glossy brown head bobbed furiously up and down over his lap as she sucked his cock faster and faster.

"You crazy little cunt," Ross chuckled, "I think you're actually going to do it. I think you're going to get me hard again.

Linda sincerely hoped so. It could mean a big break for her career if she won Ross' bet and got his cock stiff again. She sucked the rubbery meat hard, drawing it out, releasing it, repeating the motion again and again. Ross slumped lower on. the couch, trying to feed his dick right down her throat.

"Jesus, yes, suck it," he moaned.

Linda obliged, drawing his soft cock-meat right into her tight silky throat. She tickled his flopping balls faster and faster. Ross yelped with pleasure and seized her head again and started to fuck her mouth.

"Umpf," Linda gasped.

She could hardly breathe with him holding her head in place and slamming his pudgy belly against her nose. He waked his cock frantically in her mouth and throat, and just when Linda thought she'd suffocate, his cock finally began to stiffen.

"Yes," Ross panted, "yes. Oh, Jesus."

With great relief Linda felt his dick growing long and thick and hard in her mouth. Her ordeal couldn't last much longer now. His balls ballooned into taut fat bags, and his cock-head swelled up hard and knobby in her throat. At last Ross sighed and sat back, his erect cock popping out of her mouth and slapping wetly against his belly.

"Well," he laughed, "will you look at that?"

Linda was looking. Ross had a rather thick and stubby five-inch cock, not as big as the others she'd seen, but plenty hard and ready. Her pussy moistened and swelled as she thought of taking that fat dick into her needy little cunt. Ross himself didn't turn her on, but she was overdue for a good hard fucking.

"You did it," Ross was saying in amazement. "Even my wife can't get me up twice in one evening. So, my dear you won the bet. Frank gets our business."

Linda beamed. Now all her trouble and effort were rewarded. All she had to do was finish the job. "Would you like me to suck you off again, Mt Green?" she cooed.

He chuckled and said, "No, I'm ready for something different. Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Linda jumped to her feet and quickly drew down the long zipper at the back of her dress. The long black gown puddled at her ankles, and she stepped out of it wearing only her little black lace panties. Quickly she wriggled out of the panties and stood before Ross stark naked.

Ross was speechless with awe. His eyes swept feverishly over her tall voluptuous figure, taking in her big melon-shaped breasts and the pretty little puff of her glossy brown bush. Linda knew by now that she had a fantastic body, and she flaunted it, turning slowly in front of him.

Finally Ross found his voice. He flopped onto his back, erect prick pointing at the ceiling, and said hoarsely, "Get on top of me. Fuck me."

He wasn't the most enticing sight, a pudgy red-faced balding man still fully clothed except for the obscene protuberance of his prick. But Linda didn't hesitate to spring onto the couch and straddle his belly, bringing the moist little mouth of her twat down on the stiff pole of his dick.

"Jesus, yes," Ross whined.

Linda had never fucked in that position before, and it made her feel self-conscious, for Ross could watch her big heavy tits wobbling as she fucked him, and he could watch his own pale stiff cock zipping in and out between her fur-fringed pussylips. But Linda did her work, jerking her hips up and down, working his rigid rod in her juicy snug box.

"Christ, yes, it's good," Ross gasped. "Your cunt is really tight, baby. Fuck me hard now."

He didn't do a bit of work, just lay back grinning and panting while Linda slammed her juicy little twat up and down the stiff pole of his cock. It was a new experience for Linda, but she enjoyed it, for her little greedy box was overdue for a stiff poking.

'It didn't take her long to come, either. Men used her, but she also knew how to use men, frigging her horny little cunt furiously on the stiff impalement of Ross' dick. As she got off, her powerful young cunt muscles tightened around his cock and squeezed hard.

"Ahhhh," Linda sighed, "Ummmmm."

"JESUS," Ross yelped.

Her squeezing cunt brought him off, too. As soon as he finished coming, Linda got off him and dressed. Her work was done, and she wanted nothing more to do with the man. She wondered wistfully how it would be to make love with a man she actually liked. Maybe she'd never know. Ross dressed, patted her on the ass, and left without a word.

The next morning she was called into Frank Brooks' office right away.

Frank was beaming. "You must have done a helluva job, Linda," he said. "Ross Green called first thing this morning and bought a lot of space in the magazine. This means a raise for you, honey,"

"Thank you, Frank," Linda said.

She should have been pleased and excited, but somehow she just felt empty. She'd done it again, prostituted and humiliated herself in order to advance her career, and though her efforts were rewarded, she didn't feel very good about it.

Then Linda sighed and straightened her shoulders, and marched back to her desk. She had her job, after all, and wasn't that all that mattered?

A few weeks later Frank Brooks invited several of the girls on the magazine's staff to spend the weekend on his yacht. Linda was included, and she was very excited. Very few girls were given this privilege.

When Linda arrived aboard the yacht, she immediately noticed two things. Only the most beautiful girls in the office had been invited. And Frank had other company-half a dozen middle-aged men, who looked prosperous and ready for fun.

The explanation wasn't long in coming. Frank herded the girls together at one end of the yacht and told them, "These guys are the leading ad executives in New York, ladies, and we've got to do our best to impress them. I hope you all understand what I mean."

The girls understood all too well. Some of the more experienced of them groaned. And when Frank had strolled off to rejoin the executives, a tall young blonde named Millie spoke to the other girls.

"Why doesn't he just hire a bunch of call girls?" she said disgustedly. "He's so damned cheap, I can't believe it."

Linda was shocked to hear Millie being so outspoken. It could have cost her her job if her words had gotten back to Frank. But the other girls only nodded and laughed, obviously in agreement with Millie. Linda worked up her courage and spoke.

"Excuse me," she said, "but I guess I'm the newest staff member here, and I really don't know the ropes. What did Mr. Brooks mean when he said we had to impress those men?"

"Oh, honey, don't be naive," Millie said. "He already sent you out with Ross Green, didn't he?"