Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

"Whatever you want, Frank," Linda said earnestly.

"Well, it should be obvious," he laughed. "Suck my cock."

Linda turned beet red. She'd read about cock-sucking but had never done it. She didn't even know how to begin. But she didn't want Frank to know she was a complete amateur at love-making. She'd just have to fake it somehow. She scrambled over to kneel at his hips.

Linda looked down at Frank's little wormy white prick. It was as wrinkled and limp as ever. No wonder he wanted a blow-job-he could hardly fuck her with that soft little sausage. Linda quickly bent down and fed the silky meat between her lips, taking it all the way into her mouth till his furry balls flapped against her chin.

"Yes," Frank sighed, "blow me, honey. Make it good, real fast and hard."

Linda was glad for the hint about how to do it. She drew in her cheeks sharply to make a tight juicy nest for his prick, and she lashed the little wrinkled sausage with the hot tip of her tongue. Then she started sucking as hard and fast as she could, praying that this was the way he wanted it.

"Christ, YES," Frank yelped.

Obviously she was doing the right thing. Linda kept sucking furiously on his limp dick, her glossy brown hair flying, her head bobbing up and down over his belly. Frank moaned loudly, hoarsely, and lay back with a lewd lusty grin on his face. As he got more and more aroused, his blue eyes rolled crazily.

"Jesus, yes," Frank whined, "suck that dick, honey, get me off."

Linda felt his wrinkled little prick giving a violent lurch on her tongue, and then it was growing, blossoming into a long thick pole of flesh. His cock got so long, in fact, that she had to take the fat rubbery head right into her throat. She fought the urge to gag.

"That's it," Frank panted, "that's it. Oh, yeah, take the whole thing. Suck me FAST."

Linda obeyed as best she could, her lips grotesquely stretched with his thick meat, her throat rammed by the huge hard head of his cock. She sucked furiously, and Frank whined and moaned his pleasure. Hot cock-juice dribbled onto her tongue, and she found that she liked the taste.

"Oh, Jesus" Frank gasped, "here it comes. Awwwww."

Linda was totally unprepared far the giant blast of come that filled her throat and mouth. For a second she choked and sputtered, but then she gamely started swallowing the hot salty jism. She got every last drop of it, licking her lips when Frank's cock finally shriveled and slipped from her mouth.

"Honey," Frank sighed, "you give a terrific blow job."

"I'm glad you liked it," Linda said wonderingly.

It seemed incredible that her very first try at cock-sucking had earned his praise. It was just as incredible that she'd pleased him without even fucking him. Linda realized that she still had a lot to learn about sex. Of course she wasn't going to admit that to Frank. She wanted him to think she was a pro.

And obviously he did. "Linda, baby," he said, giving her a pat on the ass, "I have plans for you. Big plans. You're going to go a long way in this business if you just do what I tell you."

"Yes, Frank," Linda beamed, "whatever you say."

Linda wondered what "big plans" Frank Brooks had for her, but it was almost a week before she found out. Frank had been out of town again, but as soon as he returned, he summoned Linda to his office.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, "how'd you like to go out to dinner tonight?"

"Oh, Frank, I'd love to," Linda said. "When will you pick me up?"

Frank laughed and said, "You're not going out with me, honey. You're going with an acquaintance of mine. Wear that black dress. I want you to really impress him."

Linda stared. She wasn't caught off guard very often any more, but now she was puzzled. "I don't understand," she said. "Who is this person I'm supposed to go out with? Why am I supposed to impress him?"

Frank sighed and said, "You've got a lot to learn, baby. But I'll spell it out for you. This magazine depends on advertising for most of its money, and we want to attract the biggest ad firms. This guy you're going out with, Ross Green, heads one of the biggest. I want you to do everything to please him-and I mean everything."

Linda reddened, something else she didn't do much any more. "Do I understand you right?" she said, "You want me to go to bed with a complete stranger, just so you can get his business?"

"You've got it," Frank said. "Oh, come on, Linda, don't look so damned shocked. You slept around to get this job. Now you can sleep around to keep it."

Linda slunk back to her desk, feeling as if Frank had slapped her. He was right, of course. She'd given up her virginity to get her job, she'd balled strange men to keep the job-so why not one more? But she'd been fond of Frank, half in love with him, and now he was treating her like a plaything which could be discarded or given away when he was tired of it.

"All right, dammit," Linda said grimly to herself, "to hell with him. I'll show him I can do the job. I'm no child."

By the time her date arrived that evening; Linda had put Frank Brooks out of her mind. Falling in love was ridiculous, anyhow, when she wanted to devote herself.to a career. From now on, she decided, she'd be very careful not to get emotionally involved with the men she fucked. It would be strictly business.

Ross Green, head of one of New York's biggest advertising agencies, was in his early forties, balding, and getting thick around the waist. Physically he didn't do anything at all for Linda, but he had a charming and energetic manner, and they had a pleasant enough evening dining and dancing.

As they were getting into a cab to go home, Ross said, "I'd love to take you to my place, Linda, but I don't think my wife would understand."

Linda choked back her pride and said sweetly, "Very well, Ross, well go to my place."

"Great," Ross said, his eyes sweeping over her tall lovely figure.

Linda could have killed Frank Brooks for sticking her with a married man. She'd had no warning about that. But then, after all, it didn't matter, because the only point was to charm the socks off Green and get him to buy advertising space in "Scene." Linda tried to shut out all other thoughts.

At her small but cleverly decorated apartment, Linda made drinks for herself and Ross, and they sat together on the couch. Linda was tense, waiting for Ross to make a pass at her, though outwardly she was calm and collected. She was getting better and better these days at masking her true feelings.

"Frank is certainly going all out to get my business, isn't he?" Ross said with a chuckle. "You're the prettiest girl 'he's ever set me up with."

Linda flushed slightly and said, "Oh, he's tried before?"

"Yes," Ross chuckled, "and this time I think he's going to succeed."

He reached for Linda, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hungrily. She made herself go limp, faking submission, and allowed Ross to work his wet tongue deep into her mouth. She felt nothing but the desire to fuck him and get it over with-but she knew she was going to have to be damned good. This man wasn't easily persuaded.

Ross kissed her lingeringly, nuzzling her face and ears and neck. Linda purred in meek contentment, caressing his rather pudgy body. Then he began pawing her big ripe breasts, fondling them eagerly through the thin material of her gown. Linda felt not a spark of arousal, but she pretended to be growing hornier by the second.

When she thought the moment was right, she murmured, "Ross, why don't we go into my bedroom?"

"I have a better idea," Ross said. "Why don't you just kneel down here and suck me off?"

Linda's face flamed. She'd thought that at the very least she'd get a decent fuck out of this assignment, and now the bastard just wanted her to blow him. He hadn't even asked her to undress. Linda felt like some kind of machine for pleasing men. Certainly none of them ever took her feelings into account.