"You might want to suck Grant's cock enough to make him cum in your mouth," Samantha suggested. "Then you can taste jism fresh and hot."
"Ooooh, do you think he'll want to do that?" The thought made Tanya's whole body tremble.
"When you start sucking on his big cock, he won't be able to stop!" And then Samantha flashed a lewd, wet-lipped grin, thinking of what a wonderful treat she was getting ready for him.
CHAPTER NINE
"I used to manage the furniture department in a large store," Brett said as he worked his hand deeper into Veronica's crotch.
"Oh, did you?" She felt a violent shudder of excitement. They were still seated at the bar. Brett's hand lay hidden beneath the overlapping folds of the shimmering mink. He was slowly inching up her skirt and teasing his fingers on her stocking-encased thigh.
He smiled, pleased by the way she responded not just to his searching hand, but also to what he was saying. It was largely a line of shit. He had worked as a furniture salesman in a department store for a few weeks until he learned of the lonely women shoppers who were so eager to try out a new bed in time most personal and direct possible way.
"Have you ever thought of getting back into the business?" she asked. Brett had her skirt pulled all the way up, and his hand was sliding under the band of her silky black panties.
"Oh, yes – many times, but the right opportunity has never come along."
"I – I think it's going to come very soon," Veronica said.
She'd never done anything so obscene or so exciting. They were sitting at a crowded bar with people all around, and Brett was wiggling his finger into her cunt slit. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping lewd cries of pleasure.
Brett liked the soft, silky dampness of her cunt hair. It felt as sleek and smooth as the mink. And the wet, almost hidden mouth of her cunt was so hot that it made his finger burn.
Too often, Brett found himself with some old bag that he could only fuck with his eyes closed. He thought now that his luck had changed for the better and forever if he played his cock right.
This sultry bitch was as beautiful as she was horny. And she was rich besides. He wasn't sure which part of that excited him most, but then it didn't really matter. Brett Allison meant to have it all.
"Er, let's go to this place I know where we an, er… discuss an exciting future." He slid his finger in deep in her pussy and stirred it around again, and then twirled her clit until she was about to scream.
"Ungh, yeussss," she hissed. "Let's go right now."
"No, I want you to cum first," he whispered.
"Oh, God… I can't." But Veronica knew she was going to. Any second now. "Not here, not with people around. I'll scream and everyone will know."
"No, you'll keep it inside and enjoy the terrible strain." He teased her clit again with a maddening, twisting stroke that he'd found few women could resist. He loved to torture that that way.
"Aaaggghbh," she gasped, straining to muffle the sound and conceal a stricken look of agonized delight. "Ooooh, you bastard. You wonderful bastard! I love the way you torment me!"
And I've just gotten started, he was thinking behind an innocent grin.
Grant looked more puzzled than pleased when he got to Samantha's apartment several hours later and saw the luscious little redhead was still there. They'd both dressed and were sitting primly on the couch, but both of them smiled at him in most unusual way.
"I thought you were going to send her home." Grant wanted Samantha all to himself, alone. After the tense excitement of the shooting, he was really hot to fuck again.
"You said to send her when she calmed down," Sam reminded him sweetly. "And she hasn't done that yet."
Grant sniffed. "I think I know why." He caught the scent of fresh hot pussy when he stepped farther into the room. No – two hot pussies; one with a heavy, tangy musk, the other sweeter and fresher smelling.
Tanya's bright eyes flashed mischievously as she looked him up and down.
"Sit down and tell me what happened," Samantha said. She patted the couch in the space between Tanya and herself.
He shrugged and settled between them. The space was barely large enough for his heavy frame. "Well, that kid, Billy Chapman, was treated and released. His folks put up his bail, so he was back on the street before I finished writing the report. He's probably fucking some cute young cunt right now and telling her what a big man he is."
"You sound a little bitter," Sam remarked. "Because he made bail? Shit no. That's the way the fucking system works."
"No, I meant you sound bitter because he's fucking some cute young cunt."
"Oooooohhhh," Grant dragged out the word while he tried to think of what to say next. "Ah, well." He dropped his voice to a whisper that he hoped the little redhead wouldn't hear. "I did have plans to fuck you. But with her sitting right there, it's not going to be easy."
"I think it'll be easier and more fun than what you had planned."
"Hungh?"
"Tanya has a very sexy, very tight, very sweet-tasting young cunt." Sam grinned and rolled her tongue around her lips.
"I guess you've sampled it already?"
"Hhhmmm-hhhmmm, and I think you should too."
Grant looked at her, both intrigued and put off by what she had suggested. "I – I thought you and I had a special thing going."
"Oh, we do… so special that I don't mind sharing a little with the right person."
"Holy shit!" He turned and looked at Tanya. She sat teasing a hand through her long red hair. The fiery strands fell over one shoulder and dropped all the way into her lap. She stroked her hand down and spread it to push on her ripe little pussy mound.
"The bedroom is this way," Samantha said, standing and starting down the hall.
"What are you going to do?" Grant asked. "Watch, of course. I'm really anxious to see what that big cock of yours can do."
"You ought to know pretty well by now."
"I've felt it, but never been able to see it up close… not when it's fucking a really hot young cunt."
"And I am hot!" Tanya said. She stood up, shivering with raw passion, and took Grant by the hand. "Sam has told me all about your big cock, and I'm so anxious to try it!"
"Well, what the hell? Why not, if that's what you both want." He turned and scooped young Tanya into his arms so suddenly that she squealed with excitement.
He laid her down softly on the satin cover of Samantha's large bed. She gasped, rolled her head and tossed long waves of fiery hair from one edge of the bed to the other.
Samantha felt a twinge and thought that she should let her hair grow long. Grant seemed to like that. She'd seen his wife, and now she saw how he was gazing at Tanya's long, silky tresses. "I'll help you undress her," she said to fight back the pangs of jealousy.
Grant started with her blouse, opening the buttons one by one, spreading the V wide until he could see the crimson splashes of color topping her creamy, sharply-coned tits.
Sam loosened Tanya's skirt and helped her wiggle out of it, pulling down her panties at the same time. That let Grant feast his eyes on the dome of her pussy mound. Her thatch of pussy hair looked like a raging brush fire.
Tanya slid out of her blouse, so excited now that she found it hard to breathe. Grant's huge cock had swollen hard, and looking up from the bed, she could see it bulging and straining inside his pants.
Tanya reached for his prick, but Samantha nudged her back. "You just lie there and finger that luscious little pussy of yours. I'll undress Grant for you."
He gave a long sigh. "If I'd stopped that slug with my head tonight and ended up in heaven, it couldn't be much better than this!"
"And if you'd gone to hell, it couldn't be any hotter," Sam laughed. He had already taken his jacket, the empty shoulder holster and his shirt off. Her hands slid down his bare chest and pulled open his fly.