"Why not?" Tom shrugged.
Penny led him down the hall to a book-lined room with a huge mahogany desk in it, flanked by a polished leather sofa and a couple of big leather chairs. A log burned in the fireplace at one end, giving off little sparks that snapped like corn-flakes in the mouth. Kelly was sitting near the fire while John stood before a long bar fixing drinks from the bottles on the large silver tray on top of it.
He dropped a couple of chunks of ice into heavy crystal glasses, poured a few fingers of scotch over one, added a squirt of soda and handed it to Kelly. "What's yours?" he asked Penny as she entered the room.
"On the rocks," she said, wrinkling her nose at her husband. "As if you didn't know."
He grinned and poured it for Penny. Then he nodded to Tom. "Your poison?" he asked.
Tom shook his head. Christ, he didn't want to stand around drinking now. He had other things in mind. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I'll take a raincheck on it."
"Oh, come on, Tom," Penny said, rubbing up against him again and sending new bolts of lightning through his quivering body. "You can take it with you if you want."
He grinned sheepishly, wondering what Whitmore thought of the obvious invitation. And then he shrugged. Hell, wasn't that why they'd come here?
"The same," he said, as John poured another for him. He took it with a nod. "Thanks."
Penny Whitmore laughed raucously as he juggled it in his hands. "Come on. Like I said, you can take it with you."
Tom glanced at John who nodded indulgently, then picked up the last of the glasses. Why not? he wondered. Cradling the drink in his hand, he followed Penny out of the room and down the hall… she opened a door near the end of it and went in, switching on the light. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, flanked on either side by small tables.
There was a bureau, too, and a dressing table, all set on a deep-pile white
rug.
Tom Brown crossed it hastily, putting his drink on one of the bedside tables. He took Penny's drink from her hand, over her sputtered protests, and placed that on the table, too. And then, staring lewdly at her he ordered, "Get naked."
"What?" "You heard me!"
Penny shivered apprehensively, her eyes widening in admiration of Tom. John would never have ordered her around that way, never have dared to! She'd hooked up with a real man this time, a man her own type, and she could hardly wait to feel his thick cock skewering deep into her, ploughing back the soft pink flesh of her cunt in small warm ridges, withdrawing, pulling them out with him!
"You heard me!" Tom repeated, stepping forward as if he meant business.
Penny gasped, knowing she had at last met her match and now more than willing to submit. She reached behind her to the zipper that ran from her neck to her waist and struggled, trying to pull it down. "Oh, God," she wailed suddenly. "I can't. It's stuck… it's stuck."
"I'll bet," Tom said cynically.
"It is, Tom. It is!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Help me!"
He stared at her through half-closed eyelids, then stepped forward and yanked viciously at the tiny metal tab at the top. It swooped down, leaving an open path behind it that showed Penny's softly tender skin. There was a sudden sound of ripping fabric and then she gasped. "Oh, God! Now you've torn it!"
"Sure," Tom said laconically.
"But you've torn it!" Penny said again, calculating the cost of repairing the expensive dress. "You've torn it!"
"Yeah," Tom said.
"But don't you care at all what you've done to it?"
"Why should I?"
"Because.. " Penny stammered, surveying the ruins of the dress.
"Because…"
"The hell with 'because'. Take it off!"
Once again Penny was overwhelmed by Tom's blunt arrogance, thrilled by his earthiness. She did as she was told, slipping the dress down off her shoulders, easing it over her hips until it fell to her feet. She stepped out of it and stood before Tom in panties and bra, in stockings and high-heeled black pumps.
"Take your bra off," he ordered, and with a small whimper of protest Penny reached behind her to undo the fastenings there. Suddenly the restricting garment opened and her firm full breasts sprang free.
Tom stepped forward, cupping each in one large hand, then flicked his head forward and down to fasten his mouth over one quivering nipple. His tongue laved at it sensuously and little chills tiptoed across her trembling flesh. And then he nipped at it with his teeth, sending a sharp sensation of pain through her. She yelped and pushed him away, while he grinned obscenely at her… and then he slid his hands beneath the waistband of her lace panties, tugging at them. "Take these off, too!" he ordered.
Penny Whitmore shivered with fearful delight, then did as she was told, rolling the little panties slowly down over her quivering buttocks, her thighs. Once again, as they fell to the floor at last she stepped out of them. And then she stood before Tom wearing nothing but her stockings and her garter belt.
He stepped forward once more and now he ran his hands lewdly over her softly trembling flesh, down from her lovely white shoulders, along the valley between her soft white breasts and over the plane of her belly. They reached the sparse dark triangle of her pubic hair at the base of her belly at last and teased briefly there. And then he placed the flat of each hand against the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs and spread them apart.
Penny stood before him for a moment, almost motionless and then she sucked in her breath. "Tom," she moaned.
"Yeah?" But he had stepped back, taken his hands away from her palpitating flesh.
"Don't," she cried suddenly.
Tom smiled broadly. "Back in a minute," he said. And then he started to tug at his broad, multicolored tie, tearing it off quickly. His shirt came next and then he eased his pants down over his hips. He stood before Penny for a moment in his jockey shorts and she stared in fascination at the obscene bulge beneath them. "Think you'll like that?" he asked, patting it with his huge hand.
"Honey," Penny said, her eyes twinkling with lecherous mirth, "I know I will."
"Okay, let's give it a whirl," Tom told her. He pulled his jockey shorts down and his huge thick cock sprang forth.
Suddenly he sank to his knees and his hands shot out at the same time to part once more her softly quivering thighs. And now he leaned forward, pushing his head between them, opening them wide to his sight. "Oh, God!" Penny gasped. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to suck that sweet little pussy of yours," Tom said.
Penny could think of nothing to say. She sucked in her breath as Tom's tongue shot out, crawling along the soft smooth flesh of her cuntal lips, licking at them with a lascivious delight that set her flesh to creeping. It ran the length of the soft pink folds, darting out from time to time to sink between them, sink deep up into the narrow slit there while she cried out in startled ecstasy.
"Oh, God! Tom, what are you doing? What on earth are you doing?" she squealed.
"I'm sucking your little pink pussy," he said. "Just like I told you I
would. Like it?"
For an answer, Penny merely mewled with pleasure.
"Thought you would," Tom said. "Haven't been getting much good fucking lately, have you?"
Penny shrugged. "What do you think?"
"I think you never got anything as good as what I'm going to throw your way tonight."
Penny laughed harshly. "You may be right," she said.
"Better take care of that then, shouldn't I?" Tom asked. His head flicked forward again and his tongue pressed deep up between the hair-lined lips of her soft moist cunt.
Penny quivered with ecstasy at this unexpected invasion while bolts of white-hot lightning seemed to set her on fire. Tom pushed forward, burying the full length of his flicking tongue deep up between the walls of her hotly throbbing pussy. And then he withdrew it to lick upward, the soft tip of his tongue circling her aching little clitoris, turning it taut and hard with unsatiated passion