Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

Linda sucked her slick hot tongue-tip faster and faster around the little wrinkled mouth of his brownie, and White clutched the edge of the desk till his knuckles went white. His eyes rolled dizzily, and his teeth flashed in a horny grimace. Linda's naughty trick had worked, all right.

But not well enough. Though White was obviously enjoying hell out of having his asshole rimmed, his cock was as limp as ever. There was only one more trick left, and Linda prayed it would work. She jammed her wet little tongue right up his asshole.

"Awwwww," White bawled.

Linda forced her slick little tongue clear to the root in his tight pungent bumhole, then began working it briskly up and down like a miniature cock. White again held his breath, then let it out in an explosive gasp. As Linda reamed his asshole with her hot wet tongue, he moaned hoarsely.

"Exquisite, my dear," the old man gasped. "Really delightful."

Linda paid little attention to his words. What interested her was his cock- and at last it was coming to life. As she worked her hot little tongue furiously in White's gripping bumhole, his cock lurched and started to stiffen. It grew into six inches of slim but rigid pale meat. The head blossomed into a fat purple knob and started to leak bright little bubbles of juice.

"At last," White sighed.

Linda shared his relief. Her mouth and jaws and tongue ached from all the work she'd done on his cock and balls and asshole. She slipped her tongue out of his tight hot brownie and caught her breath. White was looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"You really do wait for your job, don't you?" he said. "Well, Miss Tomson, your ordeal is almost over. At least the hard part, no pun intended. Just lean over the desk and I'll finish."

Linda felt a little insulted that he didn't invite her to the bed, which was only a few feet away. But on the other hand it was sort of funny to get laid on the very desk of Harrison White, world-famous publisher. She carefully moved his papers back out of the way and rested her elbows on the desk.

"Just raise that beautiful ass a little more, my dear," White said.

Linda obeyed with a wicked grin. Now that White was aroused, be seemed a lot more human. She even liked the old dude. She raised her pert little butt as high as she could and waited, listening to White breathing hard behind her. He seemed to be taking his time, admiring her lush red pussy.

Then she felt his cool bony hands gripping her hips as he got into position. The fat hard head of his cock pressed against the moist little mouth of her cunt, and White sighed lingeringly as he worked his slim stiff dick clear to the balls in her snug hot hole,

"Ahhhhh," he sighed, "there's no pleasure like it, not even at my age. And you have an exceptionally tight pussy, my dear. Very nice."

Linda said nothing, only purred with satisfaction. Not only was she obviously pleasing White, but the old dude wasn't such a bad lay, either. His stiff deep-stroking cock felt very nice in her tight little box, and she began to cream around it as he fucked her slowly, deliciously.

"I feel that," White said excitedly. "I can feel you getting wet. Do you like it?"

"Very much, Mr. White," Linda sighed. "I like the way you fuck me."

White chuckled and said, "Really a pro, aren't you? Well, my dear, flattery will get you everywhere."

Linda couldn't help giggling. The old boy really was a kick. But their light joking mood passed as White got more and more into balling her, his stiff slim cock working faster and faster in her hot gripping cunt. Soon he was panting and slamming his eager dick against her womb.

"Yes, yes," Linda whined, "do it to me hard. Oh, God, YES."

She wasn't faking her enthusiasm. She hadn't realized how horny she was. White's frantically digging cock felt really great in her hungry little twat. She started to pump her hips in time to his strokes, jerking her gushing cunt up and down the rigid pole of his dick.

"My God, you do like it," White exclaimed. "You're a very exceptional girl. Most of them fake it."

Most of them. Linda didn't have much time to dwell on his words, to try to imagine how many hundreds of girls Harrison White had fucked as the ambitious young women fought their way to the top. All that mattered was that he liked her, Linda. She pumped her hips even faster.

"Do it to me, do it to me," she panted. "Oh, my God, yes, make me come.

White himself was beyond words how as he slammed his achingly swollen prick violently in her red-hot little cunt. He managed to hold out till Linda squealed and began to come, and then she heard him moan hoarsely as he shot his load into her.

As they dressed, Harrison White regarded her with a wry smile. "I wish you every success in your career, Miss Tomson," he said, grinning.

"Thank you very much, Mr. White," Linda said primly.

The next morning Linda was called into Frank Brooks' office as soon as she got to work. He was sitting at his desk, scowling, and he didn't ask her to sit down. He just glared at her as if he hated her guts. "You conniving little bitch," he snarled. Linda beamed. "I got the job as assistant editor?" she said.

Brooks slammed his fist on the desk. "Harrison White called me last night," he said. "Yes, damn you, the job is yours. But I didn't want you. I wanted another girl."

"Too bad," Linda cooed.

"And you went over my head," Brooks pouted.

"Tough," Linda said.

"Get out," Brooks sighed. "You've got the damned job, now go do it. But let me warn you, Linda, some day you're going to go too far. You're headed for a fall-and personally, I can hardly wait to see it happen."

Linda just smiled and walked out.

Three years passed. Linda was now a senior editor of "Scene." She had continued her relationship with the elderly publisher, Harrison White, and through him she'd managed to get Frank Brooks fired and to get herself promotions. As long as she was Harrison White's mistress, her career was in no danger.

But Harrison White was out of town a great deal, and while he was gone Linda had to amuse herself. Tonight she was giving a large party for various celebrities in the luxurious penthouse apartment that White rented for her. The party was going very well-which meant that many of the guest were heading for the bedrooms.

Linda strolled around checking on things, looking beautiful in a floor-length blue gown cut very low in front and back. At twenty-five she hadn't lost any of her looks, and her figure was just as spectacular as ever. Many of.the well-known men at the party had eyed her, but Linda was taking her time about choosing a bed partner for the evening.

One amusing device White had had installed in the apartment was a one-way window between the master bedroom and one of the guestrooms. In the guestroom it looked like a mirror, but from the master bedroom a person could watch anything that went on in the guestroom. Linda found it exciting to make use of the mirror.

So did Harrison White. As he got older and found it more and more difficult to get an erection, he'd invented a little game. Linda would take an attractive man to the guestroom and ball him while White secretly watched from the next room. The sight would arouse him enough to get an erection, and then Linda would come in and ball him.

Nothing about the "game" disgusted her. It was all part of her work in being White's mistress and furthering her career in publishing. But occasionally Linda liked to be on the other side of the mirror. This evening she went into the master bedroom for a peek.

The master bedroom was already occupied by several men and women who were lounging on the bed and watching the action in the next room. Linda joined them with a knowing smile. Through the one-way window she saw a famous middle-aged movie star, formerly one of the most beautiful actresses of her day, starting to get it on with a young television actor.