She heard the sound of cocks slurping into wet cunts even as her own pussy was receiving a thick cock. She wondered which of the men had been able to grab her so quickly. Not that it mattered, of course. She had a thick piece of meat in her pussy, and her pussy was ready for any cock at all.
She gasped and panted as the unknown man fucked her roughly. His hands pulled on her tits. His mouth came down on one tit and sucked the hell out of it…
"Oooooo!" she squealed. "Fuck me! Come on! Fuck me! Oooooo!"
Similar exclamations filled the room. Male groans and grunts joined with shrill female pleas and pants. She shuddered as the wild fuck continued, tingled as the interrupted orgasm came back with greater force than ever. She wrapped her legs around a broad ass and took the man's enormous load into her cunt. She lay back beneath him, her body caught up in her orgasm. Her cunt sucked at the welcome prick. She glowed from the feel of the delicious cum running into her. She lunged herself onto the steaming pecker as they hugged powerfully and roughly.
Mitzi finished her shower and dried herself, the memory of the evening still vibrant in her mind. Her cunt was glowing again, just remembering the orgy. No wonder Lorraine had built up such a good business. She had trained the girls to give all sorts of services beyond merely being pretty and polite during the day at the conventions. With the reputation spreading, there should be no trouble selling their services to any group of conventioneers.
She dressed quickly, selecting a very conservative suit. She wore her most sensuous blouse beneath the coat, however. That was an after-thought for Mitzi. She had some premonition that it might not hurt to wear something very, very sexy beneath the tailored suit. She took the elevator to her car and drove through the mid afternoon traffic to her appointment.
Susan Clements was waiting for her. The young blond was immediately ill at ease in the presence of this kind of female. Susan Clements was the way Mitzi would hope she could look and act in another twenty years. The woman exuded success and confidence. In her own way she was strikingly attractive. Her tits seemed firm beneath the soft and expensive suit. Her body was lean and lithe. She had a hell of an ass on her and her thighs appeared quite curvy beneath the skirt. Her legs were exceptional. She was more than attractive, Mitzi decided. She was beautiful. She was beautiful in a very cool, reserved, dignified way.
Mitzi sat and talked with the woman in an entirely different way than her usual presentation. Not once did she give a flash of thigh. She didn't let her blouse come open to show just a little bit too much tit, either. She sat, trying to match the refinement of Susan Clements. She presented the services of her company coolly and efficiently. She was afraid she had lost this contract when the woman looked up and smiled warmly.
"You sold me!" she announced. "Draw up the contract and I'll sign it this afternoon."
"Really?" Mitzi gasped, then caught herself. No need to blow the deal now that she had closed it.
"I mean, that's wonderful."
She tried to cover her outburst by drawing the standard contract form from her attache case. Susan Clements was smiling at her as she laid it on her desk. The lovely woman didn't hesitate a moment to sign it. She pushed it back across to the girl and laid her pen aside.
"Of course I had already decided to give it to you the moment you walked in," she told Mitzi. "I had already checked on you. I know that you two girls own your own company. We have to stick together, don't we? Wouldn't do at all to let men monopolize a business that is so dependent on female presence."
She walked over to the small bar and poured them drinks. Mitzi watched the woman as she set the drinks down and pulled off her jacket. Susan wore a blouse just as sensuous as the blond's, perhaps more so. It was so thin that every stitch on her bra was clearly visible. Even the two tiny freckles on her left tit were easily seen through the blouse. She signaled for Mitzi to get comfortable as well.
"Now that we have finished playing businesswoman," she laughed, "let's have a few drinks and then plan our evening's fun."
She walked to the girl and took her to the small couch. They sat together, while the executive talked and ran her fingers along the girl's thigh. Her eyes roved delightedly over the proud tits and tiny waist. She smiled her appreciation as her own breasts thrust provocatively into the gossamer blouse. Mitzi felt slightly uncomfortable beneath the lustful glances. She wanted to draw her legs back from the hands that now were caressing along her thighs, pulling her skirt higher and higher.
The blond kept reminding herself that it didn't matter. Shit! If it had been a man who had just signed the contract she would have hopped in the sack with him without batting an eye. There was no need to get uptight just because a woman expected the same fringe benefits. She drew a deep breath, realizing it projected her tits even more delightfully, and turned to meet Susan's advances.
"Mmmmmm," the older woman murmured as Mitzi nestled into her arms. "Oooooo, I knew we'd get along. Well find us some young studs later tonight. I'm sure you know where they hang out. First, though, I've been dying to get at that luscious body of yours ever since you walked in."
Her hands came over Mitzi's tits, mashing them. She slowly unbuttoned the blouse and drew it away, then unhooked the bra so she could get her face at the tits she had been panting for. Susan sucked at each nipple while she pushed the skirt higher up Mitzi's thighs and began to rub her finger about the girl's pussy.
"I don't know why we're messing around out here in the sitting room, when there's a perfectly good bed just in there," she laughed, nodding toward the bedroom.
Susan stood up and lifted the blond by an elbow. Mitzi let herself be led through the suite, book to the bedroom. Susan walked to the bed and pulled the covers back.
Mitzi watched the elegant woman as they both undressed. Susan would have no trouble attracting a young stud, no trouble at all. Put her in a more showy dress and the men would be panting for the chance to get their cocks in that lovely body. Shit! In the dim lighting of a cocktail lounge, most of the men would assume that the beautiful Susan was not more than twenty-two or twenty-three. Her body was that firm. Her tits were that youthful in their shape, and in the way they had retained their firmness. Hell yes, they'd find some cock tonight. Pint, though, Mitzi would have to seal their contract by giving the woman an opportunity to play with her cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
Mitzi drove away from the hotel. Damn, she was tired! Upstairs, Susan Clements would be still fucking away. She'd be taking both the boys on by herself. Mitzi had fucked the one who had picked her up. She had fucked him in the bed while Susan had taken care of the other stud on the couch. Then, the other gal had suggested toy swap around. Both Mitzi and the man who had just finished with Susan were too used up.
The tall dark man, though, was led into the bedroom by the woman executive. Mitzi sat, sipping Scotch with her new companion while they listened to the sounds of the wild fuck going on in the next room. A second drink and the young blond was ready to call it a night. Her older friend, however, was just getting warmed up. She kept both men with her as Mitzi slipped from the room and came down to her car.
She had a fifteen-minute drive home. The blond decided that if she spotted an all-night restaurant, she'd better stop for coffee. That would keep her on the safe side. Too much fucking and too many drinks had left her groggy. She'd better have coffee, perhaps a hamburger would help, too. Mitzi spotted the bright lights of a restaurant and swung the car into the parking area. She smiled at the "Happiness Is A Tight Pussy" bumper sticker on the old van in the next parking slot, then walked inside, relieved to smell the sharp, rich aroma of freshly made coffee.