Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

"I rarely enjoy anything any more," White said gloomily. "Getting old is a pain in the ass. But perhaps you'll take my mind off all that, my dear. I hope you have a good show planned for me."

"You can count on that, darling," Linda purred. "Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll bring you a drink."

The old man went off to the master bedroom where it was his custom to lie on the bed and watch through the one-way window while Linda performed for him with various partners. Linda sighed deeply. She was getting tired of being Harrison White's plaything, but what else could she do?

Harrison White paid the huge rent for her glamorous penthouse apartment. He'd gotten her the job as senior editor of "Scene," he'd fired everybody she didn't like, and if she stuck with him, she might rise even higher on the magazine staff. Even if she was tired of him, she needed his power and influence.

Linda made a pitcher of martinis and took it in to the old man. She trimmed and lit a cigar for him and saw that he was comfortable before she left the room. White accepted all her attentions like an emperor receiving a slave. He knew Linda was his property and that she had no choice but to serve him.

"There'll be a lady involved in the show tonight, I hope?" White said.

"My dear," Linda said, "I'M a lady."

White frowned and said, "You know what I mean."

"Yes, Harrison," Linda sighed, "I know. I've arranged everything just as you like it. Now I'd better go greet the guests. They should be here any moment."

Linda hurried out to wait for the people who would join her in the "show" for Harrison White. She was used to the routine by now. Various people would fuck for his entertainment, and then Linda would go to him and ball him. She wasn't really looking forward to it, but it had to be done to please the old man.

The doorbell rang, and Linda ushered in her guests. There was Ken, an athletic auburn-haired young man on the "Scene" staff; Lew, a broad-shouldered sculptor whom Linda had met at a party; and Pam, a petite blonde model. They'd all been in Harrison White's shows before.

"Thanks for coming on such sort notice, everyone," Linda said.

"No problem," Lew replied. "We all need the money. How is the old boy, anyhow?"

"Tired and grouchy," Linda said. "We'll really have to outdo ourselves tonight."

"Well, let's get to it, then," Pam said. "I have to be to work early tomorrow."

"Yeah," Ken agreed, "let's get it over with."

As they all walked to the guestroom, Linda reflected on how little joy or enthusiasm any of them felt for what was supposed to be a delicious, kinky sexual romp. They looked about as happy as if they were going to the dentist. And Linda felt the same way. Thank you, Harrison White, for your inspiration, she thought bitterly.

But as they walked into the bedroom, they all put on big phony smiles. They were experienced at performing for Harrison White and knew what he wanted. They had the incentive, too for Ken, Lew and Pam would be paid a hundred dollars each for tonight's little show, and Linda owed her whole career to the man.

Because White was slightly deaf, he never turned on the intercom between the two rooms, so the young people could say whatever they wanted- just as long as they kept smiling and performing. Sometimes they said some not very nice things about Harrison White. It helped relieve the tension.

"I suppose the old fart is playing with his pecker right now," Pam said as they all began to undress.

"It's a helluva expensive way to jack oft that's all I can say," Ken remarked.

"I should only live so long," Lew laughed. "Jesus, what I wouldn't give for his bucks."

"It doesn't make him happy," Linda said. "He's too busy wheeling and dealing to enjoy any of his money.

They chatted on like that, but Harrison White couldn't hear. He could only see them, and what he saw was four attractive young people stripping naked as they laughed and talked. Linda's tall voluptuous figure contrasted nicely with Pam's petite but curvy body. Ken was lean and of average height, while Lew was tall and built like an ox.

Pam wriggled out of her little bra and panties and stood naked, waiting for the others. Her lovely firm tits were the size of large apples and capped with dainty pink nipples. Her little triangular bush was golden blonde. She must have presented a delicious sight to the old publisher as he gawked through the one-way window.

Linda was the next to finish undressing. She'd lost none of her looks over the last three years. Her huge melon-shaped boobs were still perfectly firm and boldly thrusting. The light brown nipples were erect and pointed. The clean fragrant curls of her bush were glossy and brown.

Linda idly watched the men undressing. They were both very attractive, she had to admit. Ken's chest was thatched with reddish-brown curls, and his bush matched it, but of course Linda was most interested in his cock. Tonight it was limp, but that didn't surprise her. There wasn't much for Ken to get aroused about-not yet, anyhow.

She turned her attention to Lew's giant frame. The sculptor had huge shoulders and chest, long muscular legs and arms, and was deeply tanned all over. His black hair was thinning a little on top, but he had a bushy beard and a thick mat of chest hair. His cock, too, was limp, dangling forlornly from a thick black bush.

Lew looked down at his limp wagging prick and said, "Looks like you girls have your work cut out for you tonight.''

Linda and Pam nodded, and the two couples stretched out on the king-sized bed, the men on their backs, the women kneeling between the men's legs the women dipped their heads down and began sucking the men's cocks.

Linda sucked Lew's soft warm meat in clear to his black-thatched balls and began sucking in the way she knew he liked best, slowly and lingeringly. He liked it when she drew the limp meat out like elastic and then let it snap back to its original shape. She lashed it with her tongue and trapped it with her cheeks,

Meanwhile Pam was sucking quite hard and fast on Ken's prick, which was how he liked it. Bath men lay back grinning lustily and watching the women perform, but Linda knew their excitement was faked. They were probably thinking about football scores or even other women.

Still Harrison White had told Linda that he especially enjoyed this part of the show. He liked to see Pam and Linda's blonde and brown heads bobbing up and down in unison as they performed their double blow job. Sometimes Linda was the only girl in the show, performing with one or two men, but White liked it better when Pam was included.

"You can speed it up a little tonight, Linda," Lew said in a business-like voice. "I'd like to get this show over with and get back to my studio."

Linda dutifully sucked faster and harder on his limp but tasty dick, drawing the soft rosy head right into her throat. She pressed inward with her cheeks and upward with her tongue, trapping his prick in a tight hot juicy nest. Lew sighed softly, showing his first sign of interest.

"You do this for the old boy, too?" he asked. Then, with a laugh, "Oh, I forgot you can't answer. You're busy."

Linda was glad that Ken and Lew at least had a sense of humor about the whole kinky scene. They tried to make light of the fact that they were selling their bodies and their pride to amuse a jaded old man. Pam was a trooper, too. All she cared about was the money.

"Hey, Pam, all RIGHT," Ken panted.

Glancing over, Linda saw that Pam's swift noisy head job had caused Ken's limp pale prick to blossom into six inches of stiff thick meat. Ken was flushed with arousal, no longer faking his lusty grin. Linda sucked even harder on Lew's soft dick, and in another moment her efforts were rewarded.

"Very nice, baby," Lew sighed, "very nice.