"Ohhhhhhh God!" the boy let out a last sigh, his muscles suddenly going slack. "I'm finished! Ohhhhh!" He stretched out on the ground.
Licking at her lips, Gail smiled at Marilyn and said, "I'll show you the house now."
Marilyn smiled back at her. "I'd forgotten all about it."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Goddamn it, do you have to work every single night?" Derek stormed as Marilyn was getting ready to go out. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as his sexy wife checked her makeup. "I'm getting sick and tired of it," he added bitterly.
In a skirt that buttoned up the side and a cotton blouse that showed her firm tits to best advantage, Marilyn said with some annoyance, "We need money in the worst way, and if I can sell the Sutton mansion, we'll have it. Besides," she said quietly, "I don't see you doing anything to get us out of debt."
He glared at her. "I've been looking for work," he countered lamely.
"I know you have, but in the meantime, one of us has to earn a living. Anyway, I've got a rich client looking at the house tonight, and I'll be home as soon as I'm finished."
She kissed him quickly and left.
Marilyn had shown the Sutton mansion to several clients during the last week, but none of them had been particularly interested. In that time, the Sutton family – including the twins Gail and Jimmy – had moved out of the huge house and into their new home across town.
Mr. Sutton had turned out to be a good-natured man in his late fifties who looked Marilyn up and down slowly, then handed her the keys to the front door. He told her, "Get as much as you can for this place. I'm involved in a business deal with Blake Thomas that's going to take a lot of cash to swing."
"I'll do my very best," she'd promised brightly. Now she sat before the vacant mansion in her car, waiting for her rich client to arrive. It wasn't long before a chauffeur-driven limousine pulled into the long driveway and stopped. Marilyn got out and walked over to the limousine. The chauffeur got out and opened the rear door.
"Hello, Mr. Rankin," she said cheerfully when the man stepped out of the back seat. "You're right on time."
Tall and slender, Marilyn's client was casually dressed in a pull-over shirt and well-tailored slacks. He looked about thirty-five years old, his face tanned and handsome and his dark hair expertly clipped.
He smiled at the girl. "Please call me George," he offered. "Being called 'Mr. Rankin' makes me feel old and far too respectable."
"All right, George." Marilyn laughed. "Come on, I'll show you the house."
The tour of the Sutton mansion took less than fifteen minutes. When they walked back to the limousine, George Rankin said, "I really like this place, Marilyn. Let's go have a drink somewhere and talk about the price Sutton is asking for it."
"That's fine with me," Marilyn agreed instantly.
The two of them got into the back seat of the limousine, Marilyn showing the man a quick flash of bare thigh as she climbed in. She had learned the role sex played in business, and she planned on using it to her every advantage. And as soon as possible.
"I've never ridden in a limousine before," Marilyn said with an inviting smile when they pulled away from the Sutton mansion. "It's quite a thrill."
"It gets pretty boring after awhile," the tall man said. "In fact, when you can buy anything you want, there's not much that doesn't get boring sooner or later."
Settling back into the corner of the back seat, Marilyn let her skirt inch up over her bare thighs. She spread her knees slightly, scooting down in the seat a bit so that the edge of her panties showed.
"I know something that never gets boring," she said in a husky whisper, looking away demurely. "At least, I never get bored with it."
She felt George Rankin suddenly slide across the seat to her, felt his hand rest on her knee. Still not looking at him, she covered his hand warmly with her own and squeezed it. Then she guided it up along the damp inside of her thigh to her crotch and pressed his fingers against the plump mound of her hairy pussy.
"Raise yourself up a little," George said quietly.
Marilyn did as he asked, trembling when the man pulled, her panties down to her knees. She put her knees together for a moment, let her panties drop down around her slender ankles, then spread her thighs again.
Under cover of darkness, she reached over and tugged down George's zipper. She found the opening in his underwear and reached in for his jerking cock. When her cool fingers closed around the rigid shaft of throbbing hardness, the man let out a little gasp.
"Wait a second," he advised, then flipped a button on the door. The black partition slid up silently, giving George and Marilyn all the privacy they needed. "No sense in giving the servants something to talk about," he said with a shake of his head.
Marilyn scooted farther down in the large seat and kicked her shoes and panties away. She dug her heels into the carpet in front of her and spread her thighs as wide as she could.
"Take your pants down and stick your cock up me." She smiled at the man, pulling her skirt up above her waist. Her wet pussy gaped open in invitation, her cunt-lips swollen and dripping with slick moisture. "Jam your prick up my cunt!"
Quickly pushing down his slacks and underwear, George got down on his knees in front of Marilyn and moved forward until his hips were wedged between her bare thighs. His cock stood straight out in front of him, jutting in the air and as stiff as a board.
"Put it in hard and fast!" the sprawling blonde girl urged, raising her naked hips and holding her dripping cunt up to him. "Slide your cock up my snatch as hard as possible!"
Holding her trembling thighs apart with his hands, George inched forward on his knees until his prick was lined up with the slick opening Marilyn's hairy cunt presented to him.
Gasping with delight, Marilyn tensed when the man's rock-hard cock plunged into her cunt right to the hilt. She groaned, sweat beading on her smooth forehead, and squirmed her bare ass into the seat.
"Ohhhh, it's so big!" she moaned, locking her strong young thighs around his hips. "Your cock's so deep in my snatch! Fuck me with it! Fuck me till I can't move!"
With his hands on the tops of her full thighs, George began to slowly piston his long prick in and out of the horny girl's tight cunt. He ground his hairy crotch into hers, his hands squeezing her hot thighs as he pumped.
"Faster!" Marilyn gasped, beginning to pump her hips and meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. "I like it good and fast! Ohhhh! Your prick's going in so far! Hump me faster! Faster, George!"
As the large car sped through the night, George and Marilyn screwed like crazy. The slender girl picked her feet up off the floor and crossed them behind the man's ass, her thighs tightening still more around his hips.
Marilyn breathed haltingly. "It's so good, it's so damn good getting fucked by you!" Quickly unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers, she pulled it open and showed him her solid tits. "Suck my nipples while you screw me!" She groaned, shuddering with the lust raging through her naked loins. "And fuck me faster! Deeper and faster! Ohhhhh! Your dick feels great ramming up my snatch!"
With her bare tits jiggling, the supple girl pulled at her rubbery nipples with her fingertips, plucking at them until they stood proud and firm.
Leaning forward, George began kissing and sucking wildly at the young girl's firm tits and nipples. He caught one ripe nipple lightly between his teeth, then tugged at it.
Marilyn's response was to suck her breath in with a low moan and squirm her ass, all over the seat she was wedged into. The slick juices of her hot cunt poured out of her, oozing out of the pink crack of her snatch and down into the sweaty crack of her ass.