Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"We'd better get out of here," he said, "why don't you come home with me?"

"Somebody needs to see to it you don't kill yourself; but not me… "

"Please… " he smiled, his blue eyes looking like a little boy lost. "Please, help me."

"Oh, alright," I said, quickly putting money down on the table to avoid any confrontation with the manager who'd finally made up his mind to walk over to us.

Outside on the boulevard, he hailed a taxi. As we sped down the darkened streets, he talked.

"I've tried to kill myself with the razor… slashing the wrists you know-and before Garland got all that publicity for trying it. I've also used the hammer, but I'm hard-headed," he laughed.

"Did you ever try using some guts to face whatever bugs you?" I told him sarcastically.

"Guts?" he laughed raucously, "I got more guts in my little finger than you got in your entire body."

"You are awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?" I snapped.

"I should be," he grinned, "look where I live."

"Where?"

"Next door to Bel-Air," he smiled drunkenly, scratching his nose and burping. Just then the taxi pulled up in front of an ivy-covered lawn, with a white house illuminated by flood lights.

"Now, you're safe," I told him, "I'm going back to my hotel."

"Please," he pleaded, "please talk with me. No sex… just talk with me… "

"I… I can't," I told him, "I've got to go."

"Please," he begged once more, his eyes watering.

"Oh, alright," I agreed, a part of me curious to knew just who he was and what he did in this town that made him so much money he could afford a house like that.

He paid the taxi driver and I followed him into the place. He turned on a gas fireplace and soon the warmth of the beamed ceiling, the heavy carpeting and the soft sofa made me feel like curling up and staying there all night.

"Why don't you go to bed with me?" he asked point blank.

"Why should I?"

"Cause I know how to make a woman happy."

"If you really knew that, you'd offer to help me."

"Help you… what are you talking about?"

"I'm an actress," I announced, "and I need help to launch my film career."

"How many movies have you done?"

"None," I told him flatly.

"Well, at least you're honest," he sighed, "that's rare for around here."

"I could also model… I've got the body for it."

"Let me see."

I don't know how I had the nerve to strip before a total stranger but something seemed to tell me, angel or devil, that this man would help me.

I didn't take long to get out of my micro-mini. Then I was down to bra and panties. I teasingly, slowly let my bra slip off and then got out of my panties.

"Oh, my God," he gasped, "what a body you've got." He came over to me, got on his knees and pulled my pussy to his mouth. His tongue savagely stabbed my snatch.

"Honey, you're too hot," I told him.

"No, I'm so drunk I couldn't get a hard-on so I'm going to eat your box," he grinned. Again, his innocent ways in spite of his anything-but-innocent tongue turned me on.

"Let's do it on the bed," I suggested.

"Why?" he asked.

"So I can suck your cock off, silly."

"You can't get me hard when I'm this loaded."

"You'd be surprised," I insisted.

He got to his feet and we walked through the living room, down a hall, up a couple series of steps and then we were in his fantastic bedroom. I knew this cat must have money to have a place like this.

"Get on the bed, baby," he smiled, his pecker stiffening. I hopped on the bed and soon his cock was hard. I pulled it to my mouth and popped it in a moment and sucked its meaty head. He began licking away at my slit. Soon, we were sucking on each other and I was really enjoying it.

"Ohhhhh, baby, you got the mouth action just right," he moaned in surprise. "I mean, I thought I'd never get a hard-on I was so drunk, but the way you pump on it, you got me there."

I thought I'd given him the double excitement, so I took my mouth off his prick long enough to go to work at his asshole. Licking all around his asshole, I finally shoved it up there and went to town.

"Suck… suck my ass out," he exclaimed in surprise as he caught on what I intended to do. His sweet ass tasted good to me. I thrust my tongue swiftly, keeping him excited every second…

"Ohhhhh, excellent," he gasped, "keep that action up."

In and out my, stiffened tongue thrust, while I massaged his balls and stroked his prick.

Now, he was in earnest at my twat, licking sucking, eating it up.

"You are doing me just right," I told him, as I took my tongue out of his asshole and went for his penis again. Now, it was almost bursting with his seed. I slid my mouth over it and began sucking.

"Suck it," I heard him tell me, and then I was lost in his joint.

This sexy link of flesh connecting our bodies thrilled me. I couldn't wait to taste him. I wanted to know how he pumped his pecker to me.

"Suck my prick… suck it," he told me, "Ohhhh, baby, that's it… suck… suck it off… eat it up… eat my cock." He was a mean rider, driving his dong down my throat with all his might.

"Suck… suck, suck it off," he panted, push mg his thick dick farther down my throat. I tugged on his balls, ran my hand around his buttocks and kept him excited every second. Maybe he could help me. He was obviously rich. I needed him and if my eating his penis could help my career, I vowed I'd give him a blow-job he wouldn't soon forget.

"Ohhhh, you're killing me," he moaned as I slid one finger up his ass to guide his thrusts. He returned to eating me and soon we were both there.

His penis exploded in my mouth and I sucked him down. The delicious, creamy, thick juices tasted wonderful. And as he lapped away at my hot cunt, I quivered with excitement. This was beautiful.

"Baby, eat it… eat my dick… eat that awful stuff," he gasped excitedly while I continued sucking on his tool.

"Ohhhhh, baby, that's it… that's it… I never had a cocksuck like that… you know how, baby; who taught you to suck dick so nice?"

That was one question I thought remained better unanswered. But I finished him off, every drop of it, until I pulled away. He tapped me playfully and said, "Baby, you're movin' in."

"I'd love to," I told him, "you've got a beautiful place here… but I don't know."

"If it's money… I can help you out."

"You can?"

"Yes," he smiled, "I'm an agent."

"For movie stars?"

He nodded, grinning proudly. "I might be able to make a few helpful introductions… "

"Oh, I'd be so grateful… I really would."

The very next morning we took a taxi back to my hotel. As we were en route I realized I'd never even given him my name. He was still a little hung-over from the night before.

"You never told me your name," I smiled.

"And I don't know your name," he said flatly.

"I'm Debbie."

"I'm Rodney, and I'm pleased to meet you Debbie," he said putting his arm around me. I liked his attention and, though considerably older than I and graying at the temples, he did look very distinguished.

When we got to the hotel, I insisted he come up to my room with me. I wanted him to get a load of the suite I had paid all the loot for.

"This is a beautiful place you've got here," he announced, obviously impressed.

"I like it," I told him, trying hard to appear casual, as if I was accustomed to luxury.

After I'd packed my things in my one piece luggage I was ready to go. I paid the hotel clerk, and again we hailed a taxi and returned to his beautiful home in the hills. He showed me my room and what a room it was! The view from the row of windows looked out on the swimming pool, the green, green lawns and the mountain rising in the background.