"Lisa is a bit more than just Nick's pussy," Adam said as he crammed his soft cock inside his pants and zipped his fly. "She also just happens to be his sister."
"That's incest."
Adam shrugged. "What's in a name?"
"You could have gone all day without saying that." She took a deep breath that jarred her breasts. "Incest yet. Christ, what kind of friends did my parents have here in Shadow Harbor?"
"The kind you should have grown up with, baby," Adam said quietly as he finished dressing and turned to leave. "Good ones"
CHAPTER THREE
"Automatic lock," Nick Ambrose explained to Melanie as the frosted glass door leading into his private office at the Blue Surf snicked shut behind them. His dark eyes caressed her exquisite tits. "It will keep us from being disturbed while I check your-uh-qualifications, and maybe hire you as an exotic dancer." He parked his ass on the black leather couch that dominated one side of his luxurious office, then said, "All right, kid, do your stuff."
Melanie didn't pretend to misunderstand the handsome club owner who liked to lust it up with his sister Lisa. Eyes dropped to his crotch. He was coming up with a hard-on, and it didn't look like a little one. Donkey cocks never did. She took a deep breath that shook her tits, reached for the top button on her sun dress. She
worked her way down the row of buttons. Her eyes remained glued to the bulge in his crotch. For a wild moment she was almost tempted to tell Nick who she was when she saw his prick stretch, harden and threaten to break the zipper on his fly, but the moment passed quickly and she kept an with the strip game he wanted her to play.
She knifed forward to open the dress all the way then straightened and turned aside for a second while she shrugged free of it. This move profiled her big firm breasts, giving him something to stare at and think about. The dress dropped to form a puddle around her trim ankles, and she toed it aside. Then she whirled to face the now sweating club owner and asked, "Well, how do I stack up so far, Mr. Ambrose?"
"Not bad," Nick replied as his hot and hungry eyes dropped to her feet, then crawled upward. He paused to study the webbing of her bikini panties, then asked, "DO you always wear red undies, kid?"
"Not always. Why?"
"I hate red."
Melanie shrugged and made her big tits bounce provocatively. "Next time I'll wear black."
"Maybe there won't be a next time, kid," Nick said as his eyes laddered up to her heaving breasts. "You haven't got the job yet. Bump anti grind birds are dime a dozen in this neck of the
woods, and most of them aren't worth a fiddler's fuck. Let me see you peel so I can judge for myself."
"All the way?"
Nick Ambrose reached down to massage his huge stiff prick. "If it tugs your pretty little ass, leave the earrings and the necklace on. I wouldn't want you to feel naked."
Melanie ignored the sarcasm in Nick's voice as her breasts danced toward his lust-flushed face like twin moons on a collision course while she reached back and between her shoulder blades to unclasp her flaming red bra. She held it in place over her knockers, causing him to grow! "Stop fucking around and show me those big tits of yours, kid. Now!"
She exhaled loudly and released her grip on the bra, and a moment later her breasts tumbled into nakedness. Coral nipples hardened immediately as the cool air rushed against them, but the ice of disinterest continued to chill her cunt as Nick licked his lips and rasped, "Now for the panties, kid. Take them off and let me see your pussy.
Melanie started to tell him to take the job she didn't really want and shove it up his ass. Then she remembered that he knew her father and changed her mind. This was not the time to come down with a case of the stupids. Not while there was a chance to smoke out into the open the
man who had fucked up her mother.
Body and hands came alive with motion. She hooked her ringers into the elastic waistband of her crimson panties and peeled them down past her hips, over her gleaming thighs. Her tits swung tantalizingly as she bent over and removed her panties. She tossed them aside, straightened, and a wicked smile curved her lips as she asked, "What do you want me to do now, dance?"
"Yeah, but I want you to do it all over my cock," Nick said as he stood up and did a fast strip, then hit the black leather sofa again. "Start dancing, kid."
Melanie stood frozen for a few seconds and looked him over. Nick was stretched out on the sofa, his cock aimed toward the high ceiling, swaying like a sapling in the meadow of his pubic hair. A strange emotion washed over her as she sat beside him, and suddenly she understood why Lisa had been attracted to her own brother. Nick's cock was like a magnet. His prick was so beautiful that she could not refrain from dipping her head and kissing it, then sucking the glistening knob into her mouth, hitting it with her hot tongue and feeling her cunt start juicing as he fisted her hair and wriggled his dick between her suddenly tight and eagerly milking lips.
This is weird, Melanie thought as she palmed Nick's big balls in her free hand and sucked on
his cock to draw a load of cum out of it. She had come to ask him about her father, and maybe he would refuse to tell her anything, but right now she didn't give a shit. All she wanted to do was chomp on his hard and magnificent dick and drain the salty-sweet cream out of it.
Nick cut into her thoughts by rasping, "Blow, Melanie, blow! Rape my cock with that hot mouth and make me come all over your teeth and tongue. Suck me off, suck me off!"
Melanie sucked his cock harder and harder. She clenched her teeth around the knob and raked it hard enough to make Nick moan in pleasure. She took more of his throbbing prick inside her mouth by pushing her head downward. Her fingers toyed with his big balls. She palmed and lifted them, then tightened her fingers around them until he cried out and begged her to stop hurting him.
She pulled her mouth away from his cock and zeroed in on his swollen egg sac. She kissed and licked his big nuts to drive away the pain she had inflicted upon them. Nick arched his legs and growled, "My asshole. Tongue the shit out of my asshole!"
Melanie shifted a little and stuck the tip of her tongue in his puckered asshole. Her tongue probed, dug deeper and deeper, and momentarily Nick was groaning and pumping his ass so furiously that her squirming tongue couldn't keep
up with it. She slid from the sofa to a kneeling position on the floor and said, "Roll over on your stomach, handsome."
Nick flopped over on his belly and croaked, "Hit it good, kid. Do my ass up brawn with that sweet tongue of yours. Kiss my ass, lick my ass, suck the shit out of my ass. Do it, kid, do it!"
Melanie wondered if sister Lisa had ever tongued her brother's asshole. She took a deep breath and gripped Nick's twisting hips. Her tits swung freely as her face dipped forward the brown dot between his asscheeks. His ass lifted to meet her plunging head, and momentarily a smacking sound bounced around the office as face and ass collided.
Melanie removed her hands, from his jerking hips. She parted his tanned asscheeks and rimmed his puckered sphincter with the tip of her hot, pink tongue. She kneaded his buttocks for a few seconds while she licked and sucked his twitching asshole. Then she reached under him and trapped his stiff and dripping prick. She proceeded to jerk him off while she reamed his asshole with her tongue.
"It won't take me long to get my rocks off," Nick panted as he bucked his ass against her face. "Not now it won't. Keep jerking on my cock! Ah, ah, that feels so fucking good!"
She pumped his heavily-veined prick with long tight strokes while her tongue wriggled around
inside his snapping asshole, and a few jerks and wriggles later he juiced his cock all over her clutching hand.