Norma Egan: Naughty Lady

Martin looked at her intently and said, "And what do you think?"

"I think I can do better," Linda said.

Martin's steely-blue eyes ran up and down her gorgeous young body. Linda was dressed in a neatly tailored red suit, perfectly proper yet outlining every curve of her tall body. The senior editor's eyes focused on the ripe thrust of her big breasts.

"Linda," he said, "if you can do better than Peggy, prove it."

"Of course. Mr. Graves," Linda said.

Her voice was calm, but inside she was frightened and anxious. She'd hardly had any sexual experience at all, only with her immediate boss Glen Parsons, and now she had to impress this experienced older man. She'd have to do better than Peggy whatever Peggy had done. Her whole career depended on her performance tonight.

Linda smiled and began to unbutton the jacket of her suit. Martin Graves sat back in his chair and watched, sipping his drink, perfectly at ease. As Linda opened her jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse, she wondered how many other young women Graves had had up to his apartment to prove their abilities.

She wondered if the other young women had felt the same self-disgust she did at playing into Graves' hand. By all rights he should have chosen between her and Peggy on the basis of their work and talent, not on the basis of their performance in bed. It was a dirty rotten business, but Linda saw no choice but to play the game.

When she'd unbuttoned her blouse she reached around and unhooked her bra and drew it up aver her big ripe melon-shaped tits. Martin Graves' eyes widened and he leaned forward in his chair to stare at her lovely young breasts with their little light brown nipples.

Though it made her acutely uncomfortable, Linda just sat there and let him stare. She needed every advantage, and she knew her spectacular figure was one of them. Poor Peggy hardly had any tits at all. So let Graves sit there and feast his eyes. Linda was certainly in no hurry to go to bed with him.

"My dear," he said at last, his voice a little husky with horny excitement, "why don't you take off all your clothes for me? You have a lovely body. I'd like to see it all."

"Whatever you want, Mr. Graves," Linda purred.

She hated herself for the way she was playing up to the guy, but what was her alternative? She could go back to her home town and wait tables or pound a typewriter for slave's wages. No, she wanted a glamorous career in publishing, and, by God, she was going to get it.

Linda stood up and quickly shucked her jacket, blouse and bra. She kicked off her red high-heeled shoes and reached up under her skirt to remove her pantyhose. Graves tried to peek up her skirt, but she was careful not to let him see anything. She wanted to tease and tantalize him, to make him hotly eager for her.

Next she unzipped her skirt and let it waft to the rug. She stood there wearing only a skimpy pair of blue bikini panties. Graves' blue eyes weren't cold any more. They glistened lustily as they took in her gorgeous young body, dancing from the pout of her mons up to the firm thrust of her large creamy-white breasts.

At last she got a rise out of Graves. "For God's sake, hurry and take off your panties," he said hoarsely. "I'm getting older. The suspense isn't good for my heart."

Linda smiled and began to inch down her panties. She thought Graves was going to fall out of his chair, he was leaning so far forward. He licked his lips and began to redden with lust. When she tugged the panties down over the cute little rounds of her ass, he sighed loudly.

"My God, you're gorgeous," he said,

Linda just smiled and pulled her panties down over the pretty little brown triangle of her muff. As the panties slithered down her legs, Graves turned beet red with horny excitement. She stepped out of her panties and stood there stark naked, letting him ogle her superb figure.

Graves must have stared at her for a full minute. It was like he'd never seen a girl before. Linda knew she had a good body, but she hadn't realized it was THAT good. Very well, she'd use her lovely body whenever she had to to further her career. She'd use any weapon she needed, in fact.

Graves finally got to his feet and said shakily, "Undress me, please."

It was the first time he'd said "please" since she'd met him. It gave Linda a sense of power to upset this wealthy older man. He swayed dizzily a she walked toward him, his eyes focusing hotly on her big wobbling jugs. Something about her was turning him on like crazy, and she intended to take full advantage of it.

Smiling enticingly, Linda moved up close to Graves and removed his tie and jacket and shirt. For a man near fifty, he was in good shape, his chest broad and tan, his antis well-muscled. Linda helped him out of his shoes and socks, ten reached for the buckle of his belt.

For the first time that evening she felt a little lusty interest. She was still intensely interested in cocks, since she'd seen only one prick in her whale life, Glen's. She wondered if Graves' dick would be bigger or smaller. Quickly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

Graves' pants fell to the floor, and Linda saw that his jockey shorts were tented with a stiff erection. She grinned as she tugged the shorts down. Graves was hot for her, all right. She got his shorts off and gawked shamelessly at his cock, which hugged his belly in a fierce erection.

Graves' prick was about the same size as Glen's, maybe six inches, but not as thick, It sprouted from a nest of crisp silver hairs. The stalk was milky-pale and laced with little blue veins, the head swollen and purple. From the little slit mouth of his cock-head bright bubbles of juice oozed.

Linda glanced down at his nut sacs and saw that they weren't as big as Glen's. The fat little sacs were rosy red and swollen up tight, lightly thatched with silver ham. As with Glen, she couldn't decide if the whole apparatus was handsome or ugly.

Linda got to her feet, her big melon-shaped tits swaying enticingly. Graves was still staring at her as if he couldn't believe she was real. Linda smiled, looked him right in the eyes, and brushed back her long thick brown hair. Graves moaned softly as he watched the sway and bounce of her lovely big breasts.

"Let's go in the bedroom now," he said hoarsely.

Linda followed him down the carpeted hall and into the bedroom. The king-size bed was turned down, showing white satin sheets. She saw her own body reflected in the dresser mirror, and she was surprised at how good she looked. She'd never really studied her body before, but now she began to understand why men went wild over it.

Graves got onto the bed, and Linda followed, stretching out beside him. In everything she did, she tried to appear cool and confident, but inside she was very nervous. Graves would be only the second man she'd fucked, after all. And only three weeks ago she'd been a virgin.

That time seemed far away when Graves turned to her and cupped her big warm boobs. Glen had already taught her a few things, and one of them was to smile enticingly while a man touched her body, to fake excitement even when she didn't feel it. As Graves ran his hands eagerly over her silky firm tits, she began her performance.

"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.

"You like me to touch your breasts?" Graves said eagerly.

"Ummm, yes, it's nice," Linda purred.

Graves looked delighted. He squeezed her big boobs in his slightly sweaty hands. Her breasts were so large that they overflowed his palms, but that only seemed to increase his excitement. He molded and fondled her lovely milk-white jugs, sighing and licking his lips.

Linda looked on without much interest. She wondered how it would be to make love with a man who really turned her on. She'd quickly lost her attraction to Glen when she realized he was only using her, and Graves didn't do a thing for her. She just wanted to ball him and get it over with.