Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

Linda's face flamed as she prepared to make the most shameful admission of all. "I wish I didn't have to do it," she said, "but I don't mind all that much if it helps my career. I'll do anything for my career."

White smiled grimly. "You're a very determined young lady," he said. "You'll probably go very far. I just wonder if it will make you happy in the long run."

Linda was to remember that remark for a long time. But at the moment she didn't think much about it. She drew off her blouse and displayed her tightly-packed white lace bikini bra. She thought she detected a flicker of interest in White's eyes as he glanced at her ripe cleavage. She reached for the zipper of her skirt and tugged it down.

The skirt wafted to the floor, and Linda stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes. Now she was wearing only her bra and a pair of white lace bikini panties. White didn't move or look excited, but he didn't take his eyes off Linda's tall lush figure as she reached around and unhooked her bra and drew it off

Linda's magnificent big breasts tumbled out of their tight confinement and settled into their natural firm thrust. Harrison White coolly eyed the large creamy-white melons and the soft little light brown nipples. Linda moved slightly, making her big tits quiver enticingly, but still the old man showed no sign of lust.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly drew the little lacy garment down. As the first glossy brown muff hairs popped into view, she thought that once again White showed a trace of interest. It was hard to tell, though. He was used to hiding his real thoughts.

Linda slipped the panties down over the delicious little rounds of her butt, down over the fluffy brown triangle of her bush, and let the little garment slither to the floor. She stepped out of her panties stark naked and stood before the cool-eyed aid publisher.

"Very nice," White said at last, though he didn't sound enthusiastic. "Now kindly take my clothes off. I'm an old man, and I'm lazy."

Linda instantly knelt and removed his shoes and socks. Then White got to his feet and she removed his jacket, tie and shirt. He proved to be quite tall, over six feet, and his arms were well muscles for an elderly man. Linda drew off his t-shirt and found that his chest was lean and hard and matted with silver hairs.

Her hands began to tremble as she reached for his belt buckle. The crucial moment was about to come, and still the old man hadn't shown my lust for her. He seemed faintly amused, that was all. But Linda had to get him really hot for her if she wanted to impress him.

She drew down his pants and helped him step out of them. His jockey shorts came next, the last garment of all. Linda got them oft then glanced quickly at his cock. The long thin rod was limp and dangling, springing from a nest of silver hairs.

"A disappointment, I'm sure," White said dryly. He, too, was eyeing his flaccid drooping prick. "A man my age doesn't get hard very easily. That will be up to you, my dear."

Still on her knees before him, Linda quickly slipped her hand under his limp pale cock and brought it up to her lips. White sighed softly and leaned back against his desk. Linda's moist hot breath fanned his flaccid meat, and then her gleaming little pink tongue snaked out to tickle the soft rosy head of his prick.

Linda's slick little tongue zipped around and around the soft red head of White's cock, making it gleam with her saliva. The old man was clean and good-tasting, but he showed very little response as she briskly licked his cock-head. He only sighed a few times.

Linda began licking down and around the pale limp shaft of his dick, tonguing the milk-white blue-veined flesh. Soon his whole cock was wet and shining with her spit, but he only sighed, nothing more. Determinedly Linda licked right through the tight silver curls of his bush and used her slick tongue tip to tickle his balls.

The floppy red sacs quivered and bounced under her lashing tongue, and before long she had them as shiny and wet as his cock. Most men would have been hotly aroused by now, but not the great Harrison White. He'd seen too much and done too much to be turned on by ordinary love-making.

Linda knew this and was prepared to use every trick she knew to get the old publisher horny for her. Patiently she licked back through his silver bush and up the soft pale stalk of his cock. When she reached the rubbery red head of his dick she wormed her slick tongue-tip into the little slit mouth. Still no response.

She glanced up at White and saw that he had a dreamy far-away look in his cool grey eyes, as if he were thinking about something entirely different from having his cock licked. All right, she'd do something that was sure to get his attention.

Linda took the soft rosy head of his dick between her lips and gave a powerful suck. In one violent motion she drew his whole prick into her mouth, till his wrinkled rosy balls slapped her chin. She sucked hard on his trapped dick, stretching it out like elastic.

"Ahhhh," White gasped.

She wasn't sure if the noise meant pain or pleasure, but at least she'd gotten his attention. She glanced up at him again. As she began to suck hard and fast on his limp dick, White closed his eyes and a little lusty smile played over his lined face. He wasn't going to admit it, of course, but her cock-sucking felt good to him.

Linda sucked steadily away on his soft warm meat while White leaned back against the desk and sighed softly. She made a tight hot juicy nest between her cheeks and lashed the soft prick with her slick little tongue. She drew. the rosy head of his cock right into her throat and squeezed it with her powerful throat muscles.

"Excellent, my dear," White sighed, "But don't tire yourself out too early. I know from experience that it takes me a long time to get hard."

Linda slowed the pace of her sucking but kept up a steady mouth-massage of his flaccid warm prick. When several minutes went by and he still wasn't hard, she realized that her aching lips and jaws wouldn't last the distance. She had to do something else to arouse him, something new and kinky.

In a flash of inspiration, Linda let his droopy wet prick pop from her mouth, bent lower, and sucked his rosy wrinkled balls deep into her mouth.

"Awwwww," White moaned.

Linda had never sucked a man's balls before, and she hadn't counted on it being such a mouthful. With both limp fleshy bags stuffing her mouth, she could hardly breathe. But White was clearly getting off on having his nuts sucked, so she determinedly went ahead, sucking gently but steadily on the tender red bags.

"Better and better," White sighed. "You really are quite good, my dear."

I ought to be, Linda thought grimly. Your men trained me. She kept up her steady hot juicy sucking of his limp nut sacs, and the old man quivered with pleasure and sighed louder than ever. Glancing up, she saw that his lusty smile had broadened.

It might be taking all damned night, but at least she was slowly getting to him. It was quite an achievement to make any impression at all on a jaded man like Harrison White. Linda sucked and sucked on his rosy soft balls till her lips and jaws ached.

Finally White sighed and said, 'That's extremely pleasant, Miss Tomson, but it's not going to work. Damn old age anyhow. You might as well stop."

But Linda wasn't about to give up. If having his balls sucked didn't arouse him, she'd think of something even more wicked and kinky. Her career was on the line, and she didn't care what she had to do to please the old man. She let his spit-soaked balls pop from her mouth and nosed even lower in his crotch.

"My God," White gasped.

Linda's slick hot little tongue was briskly rimming the tightly clenched mouth of his asshole. She'd never done that to a man before, either, but she sensed that it would feel very exciting. It must have, for the old man hardly breathed for a moment, and then he began to pant.