Sheila nodded. "Isn't it great?"
The waitress came and asked them if, they wanted another round. When they nodded, she returned to the bar and came back to their table within two minutes.
The girls sat quietly, sipping their fresh drinks and listening to the band. A few minutes later, they were joined by two men in their late forties. One man was tall and husky. He was well-dressed, and was smoking an expensive cigar. The other man was thin and much shorter than his friend. He had straight black hair that was thinning on top. Both men sat smiling and inspecting every square inch of the girls' lovely bodies.
"I'm Carl," said the big man, looking at Sheila. "This is my buddy, Pete. How's business?"
"Depends on whatcha mean," replied the shapely blonde.
He continued gazing at Sheila. "I'll bet you're doin' pretty good."
She smiled politely. "Fair, I guess," she replied.
Suddenly he reached into his packet and pulled out his wallet. He extracted a bill from it and slipped it on the table, between the blonde's elbows. "A hundred says you'll be doin' better."
Just then the girls got the idea. The other man also removed a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and slipped it in Carol's bikini-top, between her luscious breasts. She giggled in excitement and rubbed her foot against his leg.
"Whaddya want?" asked Sheila, assuming her seductive role.
The big man shrugged. "A blow-job, missionary style, doggy fashion – the works. A hundred should cover it."
She sighed. "That should take quite a while," she said.
"All night. Right?"
Carol shook her head. "We're pretty busy, fellas. We don't have the time to settle for one john for the night."
The big man began to get angry. "A blow-job isn't worth a hundred bucks," he said.
Sheila looked at him. "I can tell you haven't been to the right places," she replied, sighing. "I'll give ya a blow that'll keep ya goin' for months."
The big man squirmed uneasily in his chair. "Will ya take the whole load?" he asked.
Sheila licked her lips. "Every drop," she replied.
He jumped up from his chair. "Let's go," he said.
The girls led them to the rear of the place, to the dressing room. They made the two men sit side by side, on the big couch.
Sheila, kneeling before the big man, unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. His thick prick jumped outwards. She giggled and began stroking it gently.
"This better be worth it," warned the big man.
"Oh, shut up," snapped the blonde.
Carol was working the other man's cock. Despite his slim frame, the man's cock was long and quite thick. She grasped it with both hands. There was still another inch or so not covered, plus the thick head.
The redhead licked the smooth, silken head. A thin stream of juice ran from the hole in the center of his prick head. He squirmed and began breathing heavily. He looked down and watched the beautiful redhead as she licked the juice with her tongue and squeezed the length of his cock for more.
Tilting her head, Sheila stuck out her tongue and ran it up the complete length of his cock, up one side, down, up the other side, down, and up the underside and back down. She sucked the thin fold of flesh just beneath the dong tip and worked her way downwards, stopping at the balls. She fitted a ball into her mouth and used her tongue to rub it and heat it. The big man gave an animal groan and shuddered helplessly.
Both girls began pumping the hot meats simultaneously, their heads bobbing up and down, their long, soft hair spilling all over the men's thighs and laps. The sloshing sounds that their mouths made on the wet cocks echoed loudly in the room.
Both men began writhing and gasping as the girls pumped their tools. Busy fingers and hands assaulted both pricks and balls, rubbing and prodding and squeezing until the men wailed horribly.
Carol gagged as the man pushed her head down on his throbbing joint. He kept his engorged cock lodged deeply within her throat, not letting her up and giggling as her gaping lips tickled the length of him. A moment later, ecstasy took hold of him.
He fell back with a strangled cry and twitched as the hot lava bubbled up in his balls and shot into the redhead's awaiting mouth. Carol squeezed his balls each time the prick spat into her, milking him dry.
Then she licked his cock dry and pulled up his pants.
The blonde head was still jerking up and down the big man's swollen cock. He heard her gasping as she slammed her mouth onto the dick. Her hips and ass wriggled in excitement. She gobbled up the thick cock and pulled it deeply inside her hungry throat.
Two minutes later, the big man gritted his teeth. His balls kicked around with hot jism. With a wail, he suddenly went limp in his seat. His prick released eight angry jolts of cock cream that filled her mouth and made her gag. Swallowing, the blonde recovered. She pumped his prick and balls savagely for the next half-minute, until the exhausted tool went slack in her mouth.
Moments later, the men were standing up and pulling up their trousers.
"Well?" asked Sheila. "Was it worth the hundred?"
"D'ya have to gloat, for Chrissakes?" protested the big man in mock anger.
"Just answer the question," teased the blonde.
Both men nodded emphatically.
"I don't suppose," said the big man, "that there's any way of gettin' you two for a weekend…"
"Try us in a few months," sighed Carol.
"Anything can happen."
Shaking their heads and smiling, the men opened the door, stepped out into the corridor, and closed the door behind them.
Sighing, Sheila reached for her clothes. "Time to get back to the party," she said.
Carol shook her head. "We might as well stay put," she said, glancing at her watch. "It's eleven-thirty-five. The boys'll be takin' another break in five minutes."
The girls relaxed on the couch and waited for the boys to enter the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ray was barely through the dressing-room doorway when he began tearing off his clothes. He went right over to the naked blonde and pulled her toward the closed door.
"Whaddya doin'?" she asked, flustered.
"Shut up," he snapped. He made her spread her thighs. Then he reached down and fingered her juicy slit. The blonde shivered and slammed her snatch roughly against him.
He lowered himself and guided his cock toward her awaiting slit. She closed her eyes and let him do it. The thick, round head of his pole pressed her in the slit. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned, sighing and spreading her legs even wider.
Sheila wrapped her arms around his neck and waited for him to complete his thrust. Ray reached down, pressed his forearms against the back of her thighs, and lifted her up.
The blonde immediately got the idea. She climbed onto him, wrapped her thighs around his waist, and pumped her wide-open pussy onto his throbbing member. The hot meat climbed easily into her soaked gash. Sheila squirmed and struggled, gasping. Then she leaned back against the wall and waited for him to begin jabbing her in the cunt.
Greg had wasted no time with the eager redhead. He turned her around, made her face the end of the couch, and pushed her so that she fell on her face, with her hips and legs on the arm of the couch. She felt him pulling her so that her long legs dangled toward the floor, then she felt him spreading her legs wide apart. His prick jerked inside her, splitting her apart.
Greg humped the redhead frantically, ramming his prick into her light, juicy hole. The redhead stretched on the couch and arched her back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed each moment the prick shot into her pink, wet tube.
The blonde jumped on Ray's throbbing hose, her big boobies bouncing brightly. Her pussy lips climbed up and down his big rod hotly, lacing his pork with quim cream and healing his balls. Sheila jumped and jumped, until her wet gash exploded with honey. It steamed his prick, splashing on his balls and making him shudder.