Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

But she reminded herself that this was strictly business. "Of course, Ross," she purred, "whatever you want."

Linda slipped off the couch and sank to her knees before Ross Green, who was grinning broadly. He separated his legs and Linda eased herself between them and reached for his fly. She tugged the zipper down, opened his pants, tugged down his shorts.

Ross' cock was absolutely limp, just a little wrinkled nub of pale flesh almost hidden in a brown-and-grey bush. The sight didn't particularly arouse Linda. She liked to see big stiff cocks, swollen and drooling. But she faked excitement as she reached out and took his tiny flaccid dick in her hand.

Leaning forward, Linda brought the soft wrinkled prick up to her lips and slowly sucked it all the way into her wet steamy mouth. Ross gave a little sigh of contentment as he felt his meat being sucked into the juicy hot space. Linda drew her cheeks in hard, trapping his dick in a velvety nest.

"Ahhhh, yes," Ross sighed, "that's great. You just suck me, baby, bring me off."

Linda would have sighed, too, if her mouth hadn't been full of cock. But it would have been a sigh of impatience. She was only human, and sometimes she got horny, too. She wished Ross wanted to ball instead of getting a head job. But there was nothing to be done about it. Business was business.

Linda began to suck on his soft warm prick, slowly at first, lashing the stubby wrinkled meat with the tip of her tongue. Then gradually she increased the speed and force of her sucking, drawing the flaccid meat out like elastic, letting it snap back.

"Oh, Jesus," Ross gasped.

His breathing got hard and heavy as Linda sucked faster and faster on his soft little cock. Her saliva boiled around his dick, her tongue lashed the sensitive cock-head, and her sucking got stronger and swifter by the second. Soon she was making a lewd wet slurping noise, as if she were starved for his meat.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. As she sucked, Linda's mind wandered. She couldn't help thinking back to uncomplicated lovers like Glen and Martin who just wanted to ball, no fancy stuff. She couldn't help envisioning their big hard cocks and wishing she had one of them right now.

Frank and Ross were a different story. The more rich and powerful the man, it seemed, the harder it was for him to get it up. Men like Frank and Ross had had so many women, so many thrills, that they'd gotten jaded, and it took an awful lot to get them aroused any mom.

Linda felt rather sorry for them. But wasn't she getting that way herself?

"Suck me, baby, suck me," Ross was moaning. Linda forced herself to keep her mind on her work.. After all, this was a pretty important assignment. If she gave Ross a totally good blow job, he'd buy space in the magazine and Linda would be rewarded with a promotion or a raise.

Those weren't the sexiest thoughts in the world, but they encouraged Linda to suck even faster on Ross' limp little dick, drawing it into her steamy wet mouth till his rosy wrinkled balls flapped against her chin. Ross whimpered with pleasure.

"Oh, Christ, yes," he sighed. "You're getting me really excited, sweetheart. Not many women can do that."

Linda believed him. She'd already been sucking his prick for five minutes, and he wasn't hard yet. She wondered what it would take to do the job. Her mouth and jaws ached from sucking, but she didn't give up. The lewd slurping noise got even louder as she furiously sucked his silky wrinkled dick.

"Yes, yes," Ross panted, "just a little more. My God, you're good. Frank really picked a winner this time."

Linda longed to stop and catch her breath, but that would have shown what an amateur she was when it came to giving head. Grimly she kept sucking his droopy little dick, and at last her efforts were rewarded. She felt the little nub twitch and then lurch on her tongue as it started to stiffen,

"More, more," Ross gasped. "Blow me really hard now."

Linda obeyed, giving it everything she had, and Ross' cock finally ballooned into a stiff five-inch pole of flesh, the head swelling up as big as a golf ball. That increased Linda's interest considerably. She let the big fat head of his cock poke right into her silky hot throat. Through practice she'd learned to do that without gagging.

"Ohhhh, Christ," Ross moaned, "now it's really getting good. I want to come in your mouth. Keep sucking."

His meat had thickened so much that her lips were achingly stretched, but Linda kept on sucking, thinking only of the rewards Frank might give her for pleasing this man. His cock-head started to drool tasty drops of juice, and his nut sacs fattened and stiffened against her chin.

"Play with my balls, too," Ross groaned.

Still sucking furiously on his big stiff dick, Linda reached up and cupped the hot bags of his nuts. She gave the taut sacs a gentle but steady massager squeezing them in her hot little hands. Roes moaned with pleasure and dribbled more salty cock-juice onto her tongue.

"Fantastic," he sighed, "best blow job I ever had."

Linda thought of herself just a few months ago, an innocent and eager virgin just out of college who'd wanted to get ahead in the publishing business. If that girl could have looked ahead and seen the Linda of today, she'd have fled screaming. It was an entirely new Linda who knelt before this pudgy middle-aged man and sucked his dick. The new Linda was hard, experienced, and ambitious as hell.

She'd saved her best trick for last, too. Looking up at Ross, she decided he was just about ready to come. His pudgy face was red with horny excitement, his eyes rolling crazily, his mouth twisted in a lusty grin. Linda drew his erect and throbbing prick even farther into her throat and then tightened her silky slick throat muscles around the sensitive head of his cock.

"Awwwww," Ross bellowed.

He seized her head and held it in place while he frantically fucked her mouth and throat. Linda didn't like it, but fortunately it took him just another second to come. He jerked his stiff prick furiously in her hot slick throat, then shot a huge load of steamy jism. Linda swallowed every bit of it, making a horny gurgling noise as she ate his come.

At last his shriveled dick slipped from her mouth, and Ross slumped back on the couch with a loud sigh. "Fantastic!" he said. "Really a fantastic head job, honey."

"Thank you, Mr. Green," Linda said demurely. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I hope we'll be seeing you around the office soon."

Green laughed and said, "Not so fast, honey. We're not finished yet. You're good, I admit. In fact you're great. But Frank knows that it takes an awful lot to sell me. So let's have a couple of drinks and then do it again."

Linda tried to conceal her dismay. Faking a smile, she mixed two more drinks and brought them over to the couch. She wished Ross would go home. How in hell did he expect to make love with that poor little limp prick? He'd already come once, and it would be a miracle to get him hard again tonight.

"You know," Ross mused as he sipped his drink, "maybe I'm spoiled. I'm married to my second wife now, and she's very young. Young enough to be my daughter, in fact. Anyhow, she'll do anything for me in bed. Anything. So it takes a lot to impress me."

I get the message, creep, Linda thought angrily. She was supposed to work her ass off pleasing this balding fat bastard, and even then she couldn't be sure he'd do business with the magazine.

But outwardly she smiled enticingly and purred, "I understand, Mr. Green, and I assure you, I'll do my best to please you."

Green eyed her gleefully and said, "All right, my dear, let's make a deal. You get me hard again tonight, and I'll give Frank the deal he wants."

"You're on," Linda said with a wicked grin.

Getting that poor little limp cock hard again had seemed impossible, until she got a sudden inspiration. Hurrying to the kitchen, Linda grabbed a carton of whipped cream and returned to the couch, where she began lathering the thick white cream on Ross' flaccid prick. He watched her with amusement.