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They begged and groveled to eat her pussy. She reveled in it. Imagine a woman in her mid-forties, having a teenage boy, actually boys, more than one, who pleaded with her. “Ma’am, I’d do anything for a taste of your pussy.”

Since she was a teenager, she’d worked at the Braun Brewery; first as a clerk, then a secretary, and now as Alise’s personal assistant. In these positions she met many wealthy men: shareholders, members of the board of directors, owners of other breweries, owners of other businesses.

It was the way she carried herself that attracted them. It certainly wasn’t her appearance. She exuded sensuality. Her walk and look said, ‘I will fuck your brains out.’ And she did.

As much as she enjoyed those young boys fawning over pussy with their tongues, it was wealthy men who she cultivated.

These men rewarded her. Not with money which would have been crass, but with cars, jewelry, vacations, stock, even homes. That’s not to say that on her back or on her knees she didn’t earn every penny of their generosity.

Melissa was discreet in these relationships and she was particular. If she was going to see a man more than once, he had to be, in addition to wealthy, have a big cock and he had to know how to use his tongue. “That’s it Mr. McCoy, your tongue makes me swoon. One more time, and then I’m going to want to take your huge cock in my mouth. I’m looking forward to sucking that magnificent cock. You didn’t let me suck it long enough the last time we were together. I was so disappointed.”

“I couldn’t get enough of your sweet pussy.” Mr. McCoy owned a company that manufactured parts for automobiles; every make of automobile.

There weren’t a lot of those kinds of men, but enough to keep most weekends busy. When she met one who met her criteria; she made sure to develop their friendship.

By that I mean when she ran into Mr. McCoy at some function, she’d whisper, “It’s so good to see you again Just last night, I fell asleep thinking that my mouth and pussy haven’t had the pleasure of your big cock in a long time. I hope we can get together soon.”

At that cancer charity event where Alise Braun made her first public appearance after Carl’s death, Melissa saw the owner of the Midwest’s largest grocery chain. “Mr. Thomasson,” she whispered in his ear, “I know for appearances sake we have to stay for a while, but my pussy is aching for your cock. I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you to fill me up.”

“I was thinking of filling your mouth,” he had his lips to her ear.

“Mr. Thomasson, what a grand idea, I’m salivating just thinking about it.” She slipped her room key card into his pocket. “1714.”

“Melissa, a night with you wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t get a taste of your sweetness.”

“Mr. Thomasson, you have me dripping. I like it that you call it my sweetness and not my pussy. Later, you can enjoy my sweetness all night long. On Tuesday I had a wax, hoping I’d see you tonight. The whole time, I was thinking of your tongue. I was leaking; I was so embarrassed.”

“So, not only do I get your sweetness, but I also get your smoothness, too.”

“Mr. Thomasson. I should go to the hotel. I know you’ll get there as soon as you can, 1714.” Melissa Johnston said her goodbyes and was soon at the hotel across the street waiting.

William Thomasson, Bill to his friends was a giant of a man, with a deep, commanding voice. And a personality to match. To his wife and to Melissa he was a wimpy submissive. They both called him ‘Billy’ and could get anything they wanted from him.

Mrs. Adelaide Thomasson, a Brit from Manchester, only allowed him the pleasure of her body a few times a year, and only when she wanted something. “Billy, anybody who’s anybody has a winter home on St. Bart’s. Be a good boy, and crawl over here, and taste my cunny. I know how much you like that.”

Billy would eat and eat. “Billy, imagine sitting on a couch in St. Bart’s overlooking the bay with me on my knees pleasuring your boy-like cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sitting there showing off what a big man you are?”

The truth was that over the past two decades Adelaide Thomasson never gave him a blowjob. There were always promises, but they always were unfulfilled.

The truth was that Bill Thomasson’s boy-like cock was almost eight inches long and thick. Adelaide wanted nothing to do with it in her mouth or in her cunny. However, if it got her a house in St. Bart’s or a new Mercedes, she’d make him promises and allow him to eat her cunny. Apparently that’s what many Brits call it.

Billy didn’t mind because if he was discreet, she didn’t care. Melissa Johnston was just the latest, although they’d been seeing each other for a few years.

When he opened the door to her hotel suite, room 1714, Melissa was sitting on the couch naked, legs spread. Her bare pussy waiting for him.

“Billy, I was wondering if you’d found someone younger and prettier.”

He took off his suit jacket and tie. “Melissa, there were certainly younger women there, but I can’t imagine anyone more beautiful than the way you look right now.”

“How nice of you to say. Now, Billy you know what Melissa’s pussy needs, and I know what you want. It’s all yours.”

He got on his knees, spread her legs farther apart.

“A thank you, Melissa would be nice.”

“Of course, thank you. You look delicious.”

That’s how Billy spent the next few hours. Occasionally coming up for air and telling her how beautiful her pussy was and how sweet.

There was a blowjob before they went to sleep. Melissa didn’t tell him, but her actions demonstrated that there was nothing better than sucking his cock.

There was nothing better until the morning when Billy got on top of her and pounded her relentlessly. That big cock stretching her pussy. Since he’d come last night, it took a long time. It was the most joyous morning.

Melissa never let him forget his place. When he finished, “Billy, you left a mess down there. You need to clean it up with your tongue.”

While his tongue relished their combined juices, “Billy, last night at the gala, in the ladies’ room, I overheard two women talking about a shopping trip to Paris. You can arrange that for me, can’t you?” She was holding his head against her smooth and sweet pussy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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