"This is our surprise only Fred and I know about," she said as she pulled a drape to reveal a one way mirror that provided a full view of the master bedroom.
Peter looked down at Julie. She and Fred were both in their 40's, but Julie could do more to him than a 24-year old. She was five foot four inches and had a perfect figure, with breasts that still had the firmness of a teenager's, a tiny waist and full, lush hips that housed the prettiest pussy in town.
Before she'd met Fred, Julie had been the highest priced call girl in town, and anyone who'd had her said she gave the best blow job in the world. Julie was retired now and it was only Fred and a few close friends who got to enjoy her skills now.
Julie stood in front of Peter watching Fred and his two friends getting ready to swing into action. Peter looked at Julie and felt his dock rising. Tonight she wore only a sheer tank-top and a handkerchief sized micro-skirt that revealed the bottoms of her well rounded buttocks. They both watched as Fred stripped and flexed his muscles, while the two women slipped out of their clothing, very seductively wiggling and squirming across the room.
They could see Fred getting turned on, as the two girls did a little dance across the room, letting their breasts swing free. They pushed Fred down on the bed and climbed on top of him, the plump playmate squatting over Fred's face and teasing his mouth with her pussy, snatching it away and pushing his head down, each time he tried to stretch up for a bite.
The slim dish meanwhile was busying herself with Fred's tantalizing tool, running her tongue up and down and poking the tip of her tongue into the little hole atop Fred's weapon.
Suddenly the curtains snapped shut. For a moment Peter was startled. The room was dark and he could hardly see anything. He had been very engrossed in the scene being played out on the other side of the mirror and had made a mental note that he'd have to have a shot at the slim creature who was eating Fred.
"Enough looking, lover boy. Let's have some action," Julie breathed is she stepped out of her tiny skirt. She had already pulled off her tank-top and now stood stark naked before Peter. She rotated her hips slightly, beckoning to him with the thick patch of red hair that looked like it wag almost stuffed into her cunt.
Peter took the hint and undressed while Julie went to the bed and arranged herself, turning first this way and then that, letting her ivory skin rub against the velvet sheets. She pulled Peter down to her and gave him a long kiss, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and letting it curl around his tongue. His cock hardened, and he tried to push Julie down on the bed, but she fought him, staying on top of him and kissing his entire body, working her way down from his mouth to his chest.
"I'm gonna suck you dry, you big mother-fucker," she breathed as she took his weapon into her mouth and started tonguing its shaft. Suddenly Peter felt very hot, he felt his cock twitch and he felt that he was losing control. Peter gritted his teeth together and tried to control himself, but he couldn't. Julie was still the best blow job in town and now she was extracting his semen from his against his will.
"I'm thirsty, you mother-fucker. Don't fight me, I can make you come any time I want," she breathed while still holding his cock in her mouth.
She switched tactics. She stopped sucking and now started biting gently all along his hot shaft, and then abruptly she sucked again, and this time, Peter couldn't hold back. Suddenly he felt Julie open her mouth even wider than it had been and swallow his entire shaft, just as it started spurting its sweet semen down the gorge of her throat. She gurgled happily as she felt his juice sloshing in her mouth and spilling down her gullet. God, he tasted good.
She let the lower part of his shaft slip from her mouth and clamped her fingers around it, shutting off the flow. Under her, Peter lay half-dead wondering what Julie held in store for him. He found out very quickly.
Still keeping her fingers clamped around his dick, Julie scampered around and put the head of his cock against the small opening of her ass. Peter felt the head of his prick penetrate the opening slightly, and then Julie released his cock, letting it spurt the rest of its load into her eager ass, letting it lubricate the tiny hole so that his massive weapon would slide smoothly into her tight little asshole. She sat on him and rode him up and down, up and down, as she'd seen movie cowboys do, only instead of a horse, she had a stud, a super stud under her, and his big dick was firm and strong and it penetrated her ass so deep that she could almost feel his cock poking into her stomach.
The faster she rode him, the more she could feel the pressure building inside of her until she could stand it no more. Suddenly, without warning, she went catatonic – all of the energy in her body slipped away and she surrendered to her orgasm, shaking and shuddering, her mouth wide open but unable to release a sound.
Lying under her, Peter could almost feet her tight little sphincter twisting his cock off as it clenched and unclenched spasmodically, forcing him to come again, and squirt his come deep into Julie's ass. She slipped off of him as his cock shrank back to normal, and lay beside him, his arm around her panting.
"I can still give a hell of a ride, can't I lover boy?" she asked between gasps.
"If you were still making me pay for it, you could still charge the highest rate, hot-pants," Peter complimented her as he, too, took a few moments to regain his breath.
As they lay there, the door opened and Peter caught a glimpse of the thin bombshell who had been eating Fred earlier. Following closely behind her was a tall, beautiful woman and it didn't take Peter a minute to figure out that this was the Tina Rogers he had been waiting for.
"Oh, I didn't realize someone was in here," the shorter woman exclaimed.
"That's all right, honey," Julie spoke up. "I was just leaving. Tina, I want you to meet Peter Jamison. Peter, Tina."
Peter was staring at Tina intently. She was wearing a shortie frock that barely covered her hips, and made her long, long legs look even longer.
"Hi," Peter said.
"Hello," Tina replied, coolly.
"Peter, this is Donna Gerea," she said, distracting Peter for a moment. He turned and nodded to her, but was still peering intently at Tina.
"Donna, why don't you come with me, sweetheart, and let these two get acquainted. I'm sure you want a drink," Julie hinted, getting out of bed and taking Donna by the hand, and leading her to the door. Donna looked disappointed, but followed obediently.
"You two kids have fun now," Julie laughed as she towed Donna out of the room. The door closed with a loud click. Wordlessly, Tina turned and walked to the door and threw the bolt, locking the room. She stood for a moment in the shadow of the door. Peter could see that three of the buttons on her frock were already opened, and now he saw Tina reach for the fourth button and pop that one open, too. Then the fifth button – and the six – and the seventh. Peter could see her large firm breasts and the expanse of tanned, olive skin that stretched from between those breasts down to her navel. Very slowly and deliberately, taking another step forward, she popped the eighth button open, and then the last.
Almost as if she were bored, Tina stretched her arms out and pulled the frock open, sliding her hands out of the armholes and letting the frock slide down her long and slender legs to the floor. She stood before him now, a vast expanse of olive skin, except for her cherry-red nipples that were perched at the points of her rounded breasts. Only one thing, remained hidden and that was the pleasure spot, still behind a pair of flowered bikini-panties that really didn't hide a thing. She put both her hands to her waist and moved them down spreading the bikini's waistband and sliding it over her hips and letting it slip to the floor. Her right arm snaked out and hit the light switch returning to darkness the room in which Peter had just fucked Julie.