"Fuck me!" Mitzi whispered frantically. She was trembling beyond control, lost in the slow gathering of her orgasm. "Please, Blake, fuck me! Let it go! Fill me with cum! Ohhhh, I'm ready! I'm more than ready! I'm there! Ooooooooo! God! God! I'm there!"
So was Blake! His cock jumped into her cunt. It shuddered as it unleashed its heavy charge of cum into the hot passage. He fucked her frantically, deliriously as he kept spewing the hot jism into her ecstatic pussy. He felt the cunt above his mouth begin to spasm in rapid throbs indicating that the redhead was only a few seconds behind them Blake blew her once more, trying to pour his breath up her pussy as wildly as his cock was shooting into the blond's.
"Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes!" Lorraine shouted. "We're all together! Oooooo! Eeeeeee! That's the way to ignite my cunt! Mmmmmm!"
He felt that his body was coming off the bed as he serviced the two women. Blake imagined himself disappearing up both the smoking pussies, being sucked into the red-hot cunts. He gasped and panted as he emptied himself into the girls. Finally he fell back against the bedspread in complete exhaustion. The girls sank over him, their hands caressing him, caressing each other. They kissed him, sending sparks of satisfaction through his fatigued body. He looked to the side, at the body which had snuggled so tightly against him, and saw the deep glow of red hair. He looked over to see if the blond was going to snuggle on the other side.
Mitzi, however, was getting out of the bed. Her body glistened in the light of the bedside lamp. Her blond hair was more radiant than, ever. Her tits shimmered proudly on her chest. He could see the cm that dripped from her pussy and ran down her thighs. He watched her stretch luxuriously and walk across the room. Through the door he could see her make her seductive way toward the bar. He watched her, listening to the tinkle of icecubes, then smiled as she walked back into the room with three glasses in her hands. She sat beside them and offered a drink to both Blake and Lorraine.
"A little refreshment," she laughed as the other two propped up on pillows and sipped along with her. "A little refreshment to give us strength for the next fuck."
"You really mean that, don't you?" Blake asked, finally realizing that he had a hell of a night ahead. "You really are planning on staying the night."
"Hell yes," Mitzi replied, reaching down and patting his well-used cock. "After all, Lorraine hasn't even felt that prick up her cunt yet. By the time you get her fucked, I'll be all horny again."
Blake watched as she lifted the glass and downed the drink in a single long gulp. He felt the redhead begin to caress his chest, her hands gradually moving down toward his prick. The blond tucked her legs under her and took their drinks from them. She set one on the table beside the bed and began sipping the other casually.
"You two ball away," she smiled happily. "Ill sit this one out and have a few drinks while I observe."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mitzi paused at the door, then turned back and checked her appearance in the mirror along the hotel corridor. Yes, she smiled, she had never looked better. The man waiting would never know that she had been up all night fucking. She smiled as she remembered the pathetic state of Blake Collins by the time they had finished with him.
She felt sure it would be a long time before the poor man put the make so freely on girls around the apartments. At last he wouldn't go after the more liberated girls. Let him look for some mousy little broad, Mitzi smiled, who would be satisfied with a fuck or two a week.
She turned back to the door. A fat contract for the new partnership could be the result of this meeting. She had discovered that the man waft in town making arrangements for a large convention, larger than Lorraine had been courageous enough to try for in the past. Mitzi had felt little hesitation in giving her pitch, though. No need to back off from the big money. That's what the partnership was all about. She would handle getting the accounts and Lorraine would handle recruiting the girls. Tonight she would have to prove she could deliver the contracts for major convention.
"Mr. Balsam?" she asked as the chubby, cheerful man opened the door. "Mitzi Maynard. I believe you're expecting me."
She had reverted to her maiden name for the business. Mitzi had not yet decided whether she would divorce Carl. She had decided that her business activities would be in her own name.
She smiled and stepped inside the room as Rodney Balsam stared at her. He must not have been expecting such a young broad, she decided. Shit! Some middle-aged old hag would never be able to compete with her and Lorraine.
Balsam's eyes took in her body. She had been careful to select a suit that appeared to be very crisp and businesslike while still revealing her curves. The executive looked from the full, ripe tits to the shining nylon hose that clung about her shapely legs. He looked from her saucy ass to her flowing blond hair. He looked her over thoroughly, his eyes glinting in unabashed approval.
"I had expected someone older," he admitted honestly, then added with a smile, "and someone far less beautiful."
"You won't hold that against me, I hope," Mitzi said, her eyes becoming liquid with invitation.
She watched him shuffle his feet in embarrassment, then direct her to the couch. She looked about the luxury suite. These hotels really put on a show for men who could bring them good business. The suite looked like something out of an Italian palace. The sitting room was elaborately furnished. From what she could see of the bedroom through the open door, it was appointed just as elegantly. One would have thought they were in a five-hundred-year-old villa, rather than a very modem hotel.
She sat down, giving him a flash of thigh, then leaned so that her tits thrust forward as they talked. She kept his attention more on her body than on her business proposals. It worked. In only an hour she had the contract signed. That was, however, only part of the business Mitzi was after. In any large convention there would be all sorts of promoters and exhibitors. A word from the man who was head of the convention would bring even more business to the girls. Mitzi was determined that Rodney Balsam would have nothing but praise for her. She made no effort to leave when he gave her the contract.
Balsam was completely aware of why she remained. He had hoped she was that smart a girl. Now he smiled, feeling infinitely better about his decision. A girl who began immediately trying to please her clients was a girl worth having under contract. He walked over and fixed them drinks, then sat beside her as he brought the glasses back. He patted her thigh affectionately, his cock leaping at the soft, lithe feel of her leg.
The blond pressed her leg against his and turned so that a tit lay against his arm. She smiled over the drink at his sparkling eyes. He knew what she was doing. Mitzi saw that he knew. Good! That saved a lot of trouble. She didn't have to pretend she was letting herself be seduced. They could get into the bedroom and get on with the fucking. She smiled suggestively at him and took a deep drink. She placed the partially finished drink on the table and looked up at him with a question in her eyes.
"You know I want to," he answered her look. "The bedroom is right through here."
He took her arm and led her from the sitting room into the softly lighted sleeping area. Mitzi stood watching for a moment. If he wanted to undress her, she wouldn't deprive him of that thrill. Some men got almost as much fun out of undressing a girl as they did out of fucking. She watched Balsam remove his coat and hang it neatly on a hanger. He walked to the closet and hung the coat on a rack, then slipped out of his pants and just as carefully hung them up.