CHAPTER THREE
"God, that was good," he sighed, still lying back on the bed, her soft mouth coaxing a last drop of cum from his shrinking cock. "You're very good, my dear," he added in utter satisfaction. "You just gave me-forgive me for saying so-but you just gave me what just might be the best blow-job I've ever had!"
She bobbed her head gently at his compliment as she looked up at him with laughing brown eyes. She slowly rolled her tongue around the soft morsel, milking it for a remaining drop of exotic cum from the noble instrument. Her fiery cunt ached savagely from disappointment, but nothing showed on her smiling face.
"You're fantastic," he continued, sighing with the effort. "I have never been drained so dry!"
She caressed his balls a moment longer, rolling them gently with her teasing fingers, then slid the gleaming prick from her mouth with a small smack of appreciation. She smiled up at him a moment, her face a loving mask, then carefully and very deliberately she lowered her head and kissed the limp head with exaggerated fondness, letting her lips linger on it for precious seconds before sitting back on her knees and folding her hands in her lap. She tilted her head slightly and smiled impishly up at him.
"Did Mr. Beaumont like what Paulette did?" she asked in a little girl's voice.
"I loved it!" he sighed, his face a picture of sheer delight. "I'm going to have you up here at least once a week," he told her, smiling at her nakedness. "I haven't enjoyed anything like that since… since?" He paused, scratching his temple, then added with a small laugh. "Since I don't know when!"
"I humbly thank you, kind Sir." She bowed low in feigned embarrassment, kissing his listless prick again and ignoring the raging torrent in her cheated pussy. "You're a very exciting man," she added softly, meaning it and wishing his thick rod had been reaming her pouting cunt instead of shooting wad after wad into her hungry mouth.
"Yes," he said with finality, his mind made up. "We are going to get together often. Now come up here and lie down beside me."
She moved gracefully alongside him and cuddled warmly under his arm, resting her head on his chest and letting her fingers begin a lazy fluttering around his navel.
He pulled her close, basking in the soft woman feel of her, enjoying her firm breasts and silken muff pressed protectively against him.
"Just give me five or ten minutes," he said, feeling a familiar stirring at the base of his shaft, "and I am going to fuck you to a fare-thee-well!"
"A fare-thee-well?!" she mimicked playfully, taking his soft prick in her hand. She kissed his shoulder lovingly, then added cutely, "I can't wait!"
He laughed good naturedly at her charming youth. "You haven't seen old Beau in action yet. I intend to make that little pussy of yours sore from one end to the other!"
"Oh!" she said in surprise. "Now for sure I can't wait!"
"Oh, you're going to earn your money tonight," he promised her again. "And you're so sweet," he laughed, grabbing her and rolling on top of her. "I am going to eat you and fuck you until you cry!"
"Oh, God!" she teased, spreading herself wide under him, her ankles and arms thrown out. "Anything but that!"
"I can see," he giggled into her neck, "that you heed to be taught a little respect for your elders." He slid down her and nuzzled her hard nipples.
"Teach me respect! Please teach me respect!" Her tits buzzed frantically as he went back and forth, teasing each breast in turn, softly mouthing the nipples and drawing in cold air across the rosy aureoles, puckering them into sensitive little mounds before bringing his head back and admiring his work.
"Very nice, indeed," he congratulated himself.
Her stomach churned wildly under the weight of him, her tortured cunt longed for his manly shaft to fill it, to end her shuddering anticipation with his thick pounding prick.
"Teach me more respect," she dared him, closing her eyes as his kisses feathered their way down her smooth stomach to her beckoning muff, teasing her delightfully and causing her to squirm at his touch.
"You have a gorgeous mound, my dear," he breathed hotly into her silken bush. "This beauty"-he kissed it lightly full on the lips-"truly deserves to be eaten."
Sparks flew behind her closed eyes as his tongue travelled the length of her open slit and toyed at the entrance to her raging vagina. A cascade of tiny pulses shivered in her throbbing clitoris as his lips searched it out, pulling gently at the soft labia to uncover the hiding nub of her existence.
"Delicious, my dear," he said, pausing for a brief moment before darting his hot tongue into her fevered folds.
"Oh, God!" she cried, squirming to get his mouth directly over her swollen clit.
He flicked at the rigid knob, missing it deliberately to tease her and bring her closer to thrashing climax, then capturing the blossoming bud between his lips, he lavished a series of lightning stabs to the hooded shaft, nudging it from side to side as he pressed harder into her soft womanhood.
She responded by pulling up her knees and holding them tightly against her breasts, opening herself fully to him, feeling him cup her ass in his massive hands and brutally squeeze the pouting lips of her pleading cunt with both his thumbs, sending strange spasms of delicious pain far into her trembling womb as he lashed at her hard little button with his velvet tongue.
"My God!" she gasped unbelievingly, pulling her knees tighter against her breasts and holding breathlessly still as a churning orgasm began with a startling quivering deep in her belly and spun outward, sending fireballs of shrieking desire vibrating through her.
"Harder!" she cried, straining to bring the fiery orgasm to fulfillment.
But then the ringing of the incessant phone cut into her building euphoria.
"Damn!" Elliot muttered, pulling himself reluctantly away from her open gash and lowering her knees. "Let me just take care of this and I'll be right back," he said, patting her impatiently on the thigh. "Keep it warm for me," he ordered, climbing over her to the phone on the night stand and ripping it from its plastic cradle.
"Beaumont here," he said angrily. "This better be important!"
Her cunt throbbed savagely as she pulled her legs closed and lay listening, trying to make out the words gushing shrilly into Elliot's ear but finding they were a meaningless garble of high-pitched sounds, like someone talking excitedly and incoherently.
"Well where the hell is he now?" Elliot demanded, his knuckles white with strain as he continued to listen for another minute. "Jesus Christ Almighty!" he yelled, then easier, he added, "O.k. O.k. I'll be right down. And don't let the crazy son of a bitch talk to any reporters! Ya got that?" He stared up at the ceiling, getting control of himself. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." He went to hang up, then saw Paulette as if for the first time. "Wait!" he shouted in the phone. "Send someone over here to give my lady friend a ride home."
"What is it?" she asked anxiously, watching him slam down the phone.
"My fullback. The dumb bastard," he answered, throwing his feet off the bed. "He just got arrested for possession of marijuana. I have to go down to the station house and get him out before every reporter in this town finds out about it." He hastily flicked the switches on the headboard, illuminating the room, then stamped angrily to the closet. "You still have time," he said back over his shoulder. "Someone will pick you up and drive you home."
"I could take a taxi," she said, getting up from the bed and collecting her clothes.
"Nah," he said, buttoning his shirt. "And don't get dressed. I like to look at you like that. You can get dressed after I leave. The man won't be here for a while yet."
"All right," she agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching him pull on a dark pair of trousers. "Is there anything I can do to help?"