Chapter 22: Acts like a call girl
"What's the matter? A sweet girl like you got a problem calling a old man, 'Sir'?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. Sir."
"That's better. Now, I believe you were in the middle of something back in that elevator." I was getting hotter by the minute. The idea of calling this man, "Sir," was a turn-on. It conjured up every rape fantasy I'd ever had, not to mention the sheer excitement of fucking a old man! He was right about one thing; I am a hot bitch.
The ideas of sucking off a old man, of letting a old man shoot his load down my throat. Letting his big wrinkle hands roam at will across my sexy body, touch my brown nipples, pull my pussy lips open and insert his fingers, his tongue, his Dick inside my pussy was a real rush! I didn't need to be told twice.
I fell to my knees and started sucking his now somewhat deflated cock. It didn't stay deflated long. As my lipstick colored lips closed around his old cock, I could feel the blood filling his manhood and making it hard again! It was getting hard again because it was in my mouth, pushing, twisting, trying to get as deeply in as it could. I was pumping it with my right hand, and raking the base of it with my left.
My bright red nails were scratching his shaft as the head of his cock pushed against the base of my throat. Suddenly, I wanted to feel this man come, I wanted to feel his come splash inside my mouth, and I wanted to taste his seed. He was no longer making me suck him...I was doing it because it was what I
“I had to do to get the good shoots, some of the older girls took me aside and told me the facts of life!” As a young woman you got some choice jobs, but you got to put out to the big clients to get the job. We are all good looking women; just what color skin/hair does he want for that shoot? If you don’t fuck him some other big set of tits will and they get to hold the can of dog food! So here I was having dinner and telling the big boss/owner that I was the girl for his next ad and how much I wanted to do that shoot.
I wanted to do. I wanted to do it very much! And just as suddenly, I was robbed of the treasure in my mouth. Without warning, Chad pulled his cock away from me, leaving me there, on my knees, my mouth still shaped into an obscene "O", like a fish gasping for oxygen! "Strip." I understood now why he'd stopped. I stood up, looking him right in his eyes, and allowed my hands to start on the buttons on my dress.
Slowly, very slowly, I undid button after button until the dress was held only by one small inner button. I hesitated, not out of coyness, but because I wanted his full and total attention. Softly I spoke. "I'm not wearing a bra. When I open this, I'll be almost naked. Sir." I didn't wait for his reply. Instead, I slipped my hand inside the dress and undid the last button.
Removing my hand, the dress came open, revealing my body, almost totally to a man I'd met less than two hours before. With an almost invisible shrug of my shoulders, the dress fell off me, leaving me virtually naked in front of his very aroused man. I felt so small, so vulnerable. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties. But before I could pull this down, he spoke. "Wait." I froze. This man, this big shot, giant was my master for the night. Whatever he wanted, I wanted too! He stepped forward and reached down to my panties, putting his hand inside them, from the side, under the waistband, I knew what he was going to do.
And I wanted him to do it! In a single jerk, he ripped my panties off my body, exposing my pussy, my shaved, totally unprotected pussy, to his gaze. He looked at me in all my nakedness. I wore only my garter belt, my silk stockings, and my five-inch heels. His cock, hanging outside his trousers, started to jerk. And then I saw something I never saw before. His cock spurted come at me. Three hard spurts! And all three struck my body, the first on my stomach, the next a few inches lower, and the last hit squarely on my clit. And it was all I could do to hold back my own climax.
Some men ooze pre-cum, and I was used to that. In fact, it's rare for a man to see me naked and not get excited. But this was something I'd never seen before. His cock had actually come, and come from nothing more than my standing in front of him...naked. "Fuck! I never seen a pussy like yours! It looks like a little girl's!"
"It may look like a little girl's, but I promise you Chad, I'm not going to fuck you like a little girl." With that I reached down to his belt buckle and unhooked it.
Without giving my action any forethought I continued to undo his pants. Once they were loosened, I pulled them off his hips, down his buttocks, and let them fall in a heap around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Bending down in front of him, I pulled his loafers off his feet, first one and then the other. Then, as he lifted one foot at a time, I pulled his pants off each leg. He lifted his right foot again, and I knew what he wanted. I pulled his sock off, and then he lifted his other foot for me to do the same.
