Ricky lee Smith
Fame,fortune and lust
CHAPTER ONE
"Her voice is better than her mother's," Julie said. Her feet were up on the glass-and-chrome coffee table, and she had a cigarette in her hand. At thirty-four she was one of the most attractive women alive – tall, with chestnut hair and green eyes, dark smooth skin, beautifully pointed breasts and classic hips. She looked across the room at Ron, her husband. There was ho response. Ron was thinking – his favorite pastime. He was always thinking, planning, dreaming. Ron Feldman, the young handsome press agent, the promoter. Ron and Julie Feldman were quite a successful team. But, like all who have had a taste of success, they yearned for more.
"I said her voice is better than her mother's," Julie shouted across the living room.
"She's got great tits," Ron didn't look up.
"She needs everything – everything! Wardrobe, make-up, arrangements – a show, for God's sake! But that voice!" Julie took a long drag on her cigarette.
"Great tits. Nice ass, too."
Julie stood up. "Is that all you ever think about?"
Ron looked up at her. "The girl's got great tits and a fantastic ass! They'll sell!"
Julie wandered over to him and took the glass he was holding out of his hand. "When are you planning on…" Julie sipped Ron's drink.
"Yes?" Ron murmured, looking up at her.
"…fucking her?"
Ron took his drink back. "As soon as I can," he said, setting his bands on the zipper of his pants. "As soon as she's ready for it."
"I'm ready for it right now," Julie said, rubbing her fingers through his hair.
Ron looked down at his crotch and shut his eyes.
"It's been almost a week…"
Ron felt, the fingers curling around his ear, moving down his neck. His cock started rising in his pants, pressing up against his hands. They'd been married almost ten years, and he was constantly amazed that Julie could still turn him on. But he liked to make her beg for it.
"Love, can we?" Julie whispered into his ear as she crouched down next to the chair he was sitting in. "I'll suck you first and get you nice and hard and wet."
Ron pretended not to be interested. He turned his head away and took another slug of his drink.
"I'll suck you off if you don't want to fuck."
There was still no response from Ron.
"I'll lick your asshole, honey. I'll suck on your asshole and slide my tongue up it. Really, I'll do anything you want…"
"Tell me about you and Sally. Everything." Ron turned the chair around as Julie looked at him in surprise. She didn't know he knew about Sally.
"How did you…"
"I find out everything sooner or later. So tell me about Sally. I know you had a thing with her in Vegas." Ron crossed his legs and started untying his shoes. Julie stood up and walked to the chair facing him and sat down.
"Okay, Sally and I had a thing. So what? It was silly, and it was over before it started. She's a beautiful dumb showgirl, what do you want? I was in Vegas, alone!"
Ron stared at her with a slight grin. "I don't want an explanation or an apology. Tell me the details. Get me hot."
So that's what he wants! Julie leaned back and spread her legs out in front of her. Her bright red pants creased tightly between her thighs. She put her head back and her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. "I had a meeting with the people at the International, then I went to see Sally at her apartment."
Ron kicked off his shoes and started opening his belt.
"It was early afternoon and she'd just gotten out of bed. She was in her nightgown, and when looked at her body through the soft material I got all warm inside."
"Your pussy start to twitch?" Ron asked with a smile.
"Yes, darling, it started to twitch," Julie shot back at him sarcastically. "Anyhow, she offered me coffee and I watched her as she made it. Every time she bent over, her breasts fell in front of her and I was dying to get my mouth on one of those hard nipples."
Ron unzipped his pants and stuffed his hand inside the zipper. Julie looked at him and nodded – she was dying to see his cock.
"We never got to the coffee. I walked up behind her and put one hand on her hip. She turned, gave me a little cute smile, and kissed me hard on my lips. Before I knew it she was tugging my blouse up to my neck." Julie ran her hand down over her crotch.
"You weren't wearing a bra?" Ron asked, fingering his penis inside his undershorts.
"Of course not," Julie purred. "She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Her sheets were still warm where she had been sleeping, and I was so excited I stripped off my clothes and jumped in."
"She eat you?" Ron asked, getting more excited by the second. He loosened his pants and started to wiggle his ass in the soft chair. His undershorts showed in the dim light. Julie stared at the lump there under his hand – she wanted to look at his cock while she told the story. "She suck your pussy better than I do?" Ron asked again.
"Yes, she ate me, and yes, better than you. I always figured you like to suck cock more than eat pussy. You're a great fuck but you're not the best cunt-licker in the world."
"Fuck you," Ron said, and stood up. He pulled his pants down to the floor and stepped out of them. He sat back in the chair, lifting his legs over its padded arms. Ron and Julie faced each other now, their legs spread in an air of sexual excitement. Ron's white shorts were full, throbbing, ready to explode. Julie's red pants were damp and pressing against her excited pussy lips.
"She threw me on the bed and started putting little kisses all over my body, from my neck to my feet. She found my cunt and gave at the longest French kiss you've ever seen. She slid her tongue so far up me I thought it was a cock!" Julie started playing with her breasts, watching Ron run his hand over, the long bulge in his shorts.
"Horny dyke," Ron teased.
"Fairy," Julie whispered back. Then she lifted her sweater and exposed her naked breasts as Ron stared across the room. They were golden in the soft light, shining. The nipples were darker than usual, and hard, rough.
"Show me your cock," Julie said. She'd seen it hundreds of times, but it never ceased to fascinate her. She was addicted to sex – male or female, it didn't matter. Cocks or cunts, she was mesmerized.
Ron pulled his shorts down in front to show her his big penis. It was hard as ever, thick, with a big mushroom had crowning the shaft. He didn't touch it – he just let it rest there against his belly, against his shirt.
Julie almost started drooling. "Sally lifted my legs in the air and fucked me with her tongue till I couldn't stand it any more!"
Ron grabbed his cock and pointed it toward his wife. "Did she suck your asshole?"
"Yes," Julie said breathless, playing with her tits.
"Did she fingerfuck you?" Ron pulled his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off.
"Up your ass?"
"Yes!" Julie fell to her knees in front of the chair. "Can I suck you off? Please, honey?"
"Sure, little puppydog," Ron whispered. "You just cross the floor on your knees and keep telling me about Sally – then my dick is yours."
Julie moved toward him. "Sally… she let me put three fingers up her cunt. She was kissing me and hugging me like a bitch in heat. I tickled her clit till she screamed in pleasure…"
"That's it, keep it up," Ron said, stroking his cock slowly, tantalizingly, in front of his wife. She came near him, slowly, staring at his huge dick.
"And we got into a sixty-nine on the bed and stuffed our heads between each other's cunts, between each other's legs, and we sucked as hard as we could."
Julie was only inches away. "Didja taste her cream? Didja taste her shit?"
"Yes," Julie breathed, "yes, I fucked her ass with my tongue and she bit my pussy ups and…" She reached out to take Ron's cock in her hand, but he pulled away.