"This is a hell of a way to run a company," Jane mumbled, gobbling down more of Jack Taylor's cum.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Three days had passed before Barbara Foster had a chance to get Billy Taylor alone in her apartment. Ever since that sexual feast at his mother's place, Babs had been plotting a way to have his fat cock all to herself.
She had called Janet that afternoon, making up the excuse of wanting to borrow a piece of jewelry. There was a snicker in the older woman's voice when she said she would send over her son with the trinket.
Janet knew the good use Barbara was going to put Billy's dick to, and wished her friend all the good times in the world. Of course, she was a little surprised that Babs hadn't asked her to join them, but she didn't really give it much of a second thought. The one thing she couldn't complain about was having a lack of her son's hot cock. She knew it was only right to share the wealth with the other horny women around town.
"I'll send him by about seven tonight," Barbara told her friend that afternoon.
Barbara only had a few hours to get ready for Billy, and she had many things to do. Since the other night, she couldn't take her mind off the teenager. Her mind remained focused on the perverted activities of the other night. And she couldn't get it out of her mind that she was actually in love with the young boy.
As silly as she was sure it sounded, Barbara couldn't think about the rest of her life without the boy, now that she had tasted his thrillingly young body. This was her first big chance to show him how she felt, and Babs wasn't going to let the moment slip by.
Barbara had seen a tough streak in the boy the other night. The brutal, almost sadistic glint in the stud's eyes had sent a chili racing through her bloodstream and a tremble through her cunt lips.
Barbara had gone to the stores that afternoon, buying some special things for the night of thrills with Billy Taylor. One of the shops that she visited was in the west section of mid-town Manhattan. It was an industrial area, with few retail stores.
The Playchest was the kind of a store that did most of its business through the mails, shipping things out in plain brown wrappers without return addresses, Barbara had visited the tiny shop several times before, when she needed some special things in leather for some special friends.
Barbara was going to please Billy the way she thought he would most like to be pleased. She spent the afternoon sifting through the bondage fashions that the store specialized in. Just holding the leather and chains made her fingers tremble with building lust.
Barbara's fingers toyed with the package all the way home. Now she was imagining herself dressed in her new garments, her wrists shackled to her ankles. She imagined herself twisting at Billy's feet, a slave to the boy's thick, throbbing cock.
Barbara didn't take a shower before getting dressed for the evening. She had worked up quite a sweat that afternoon, getting ready, and she liked the strong scent of her body. The sweet, heavy perfume that she used mixed with the smells of her perspiration, and she knew that the aroma would make Billy's teenage tool stick out on end.
Seven o'clock wiled around faster than Barbara had realized, and she was soon rushing to put on the finishing touches on her make-up. The straps of smooth, black leather hanging from her arms didn't get in the way.
The lobby buzzer sounded just as Barbara turned off all but one small lamp in her large living room. She stepped to the front door with a joint of powerful grass hanging from her lips.
If things went as planned, Barbara told herself, Billy would leave the following morning needing her just as much as she needed him. She intended to satisfy the boy's every fantasy. When Babs was through with him, he wouldn't need his mother's fucked-out pussy any more.
Barbara drew a lungful of smoke into her chest when Billy rang the front doorbell. She waited there, not wanting to appear too eager. Of course, she wasn't about to play hard-to-get with the cockshaft that she wanted so much.
Exhaling, she took another toke as she leaned forward and slowly unlocked the door. She opened it and stood framed in the doorway, a spiral of pot smoke drifting up from her lips.
Billy was caught off balance by the sight of Barbara Foster standing in front of him. She was wearing black high heels, black mesh stockings and the wildest, thinnest leather bikini bra and panties that the boy had ever seen.
But it was the straps and retainers that captured Billy's attention. Just the sight of that instruments of domination made his cock as hard as a steel rod. Barbara was wearing some sort of a harness, made of thick leather and brass rings. The thought of all sorts of great positions that he couldn't wait to try out with his mother's best friend. On his way over to her apartment he had daydreamed about getting rough with that wild-wet bitch. Dressed as she was, Billy knew that he could have all the fun he wanted with her fuckable body.
"Don't just stand out there, baby," Babs finally said, stepping to the side so that Billy could step past her into the apartment. "You might catch cold out there all by your lonesome self, sweetheart," she continued, the words, slipping from her lips as if each were dipped in honey.
"You won't have to ask twice, bitch," Billy crowed, swaggering up to Barbara like a dockworker.
Barbara stood open to Billy's inspection, and felt proud when his eyes darted from one fat tit to the other. Her breath caught in her throat as the boy marched out and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around a leather strap that dangled from the collar around her neck.
Still standing in the open doorway, Billy yanked down on the strap, making Barbara's knees bend under the strain. A sadistic grin spread across his face as her body yielded against his own, her tits pointing upwards ready for his touch.
"You look good, baby," Billy grunted, crushing her lips with his own. "Good enough to eat," he added, reaching down to her crotch and dining his left hand into the sopping heat of her twat.
Barbara knew that she shouldn't be standing in the hallway of her building, dressed the way she was dressed and being handled by a teenager the way Billy was handling her. But she wasn't about to deny him his pleasure, when and where he took it. Her nosey neighbors would just have to risk being shocked if they stepped out into the hallway at that moment.
When Billy finally released her, Barbara's hand flew to her neck. She tied on the collar that was strangling her as her tongue licked up the excess that the drooling boy's mouth had left on her own. She didn't realize that the strap was built to cut off her air supply when it was yanked on. She almost fainted from lack of oxygen but it didn't matter. As she starred back out of his embrace, she saw the swelling fullness of his hot cock pushing out the front of his jeans. She knew that it was her lusting body that made his dick throb, and she loved the feeling of power his need for her generated.
"Here baby," Barbara told the boy, handing him the joint.
Billy let Barbara lead him into the darkened apartment. The door slimmed shut behind them as they headed for the low-slung couch in the middle of the room. She was leading the boy by his prick, working her long, slender fingers up the shaft of meat beneath the front of his straining jeans.
"Let me take that," Barbara offered, taking the jewelry that Janet had sent her.
Billy was as aware as his mother of the flimsiness of Babs' excuse for seeing him. She didn't even play along with the script as she tossed the small box onto a table in the hallway. It was just a silly prop, and Barbara treated it that way.
"What can I fix you, darling?" Barbara asked, sauntering over to the bar with a swing of her sexy hips. "I have anything your little heart desires, darling," she continued, holding up a clear glass bowl of all different pills. "If you don't see what you want," she added, thrusting her nearly naked cunt out in his direction, "just ask for it."