3 comments/ 45277 views/ 11 favorites Big Beautiful Cass Ch. 01 By: jerseyguywrites Sam Jasper was into everybody's business. He owned the most successful Ford dealership in the area and every cop, revenue agent and booze runner knew that nothing could outrun a Flathead V-8. Sam got all the business because he looked the other way whenever good or evil wanted something special to keep a level playing field. While Sam's dealership prospered, his personal life had taken a turn for the worst. His wife Edith had passed on a year before; her body had given in to rheumatic fever. First she's felt aches and pains in the joints. Before Sam and the docs knew it, her heart had collapsed; she couldn't take anymore. Sam was devastated; he had been completed devoted to her. He'd always had a thing for a full-figured gal, and Edith was pleasingly plump, sexy, and smart. They'd been great lovers, but they had also looked out for each other. Sam had many chances to meet women after Edith passed away. Short, sandy-haired, with a full head of hair that made him look younger than his 38 years, he was considered quite a catch. But he had rejected overtures of some of the wealthiest ladies in town. He'd found them too stodgy and boring, and they didn't attract him as Edith had. Sam's friend, Joey, owned the Peacock Club, a hot night spot not far from his dealership. Unlike Sam, Joey had stayed single. Night after night, he'd walk into his club with a different girl around each arm: blondes, brunettes and redheads, and they were all tall, thin and long legged beauties. After six months of mourning Edith's death, Sam had made the Peacock Club his home after-hours. Anyone who was anyone frequented the Peacock Club, and there were always deals to be done. And of course, there were Joey's women. They were all beautiful, true, and they were nice, but he felt none of them could carry a candle to Edith. "What's wrong with you?" Joey finally asked one night, frustrated that Sam had been only polite to one of his favorite femmes. Joey had constantly tried to fix Sam up with his girls, but Sam barely budged. "I mean, these ladies are smokin'. You know what most guys would give just to say 'hello' to these broads?" Sam shrugged. "Yeah, I know, but they don't do it for me." "Your wife, you know that girl had some ass, but I always liked her, even when she broke my balls." They laughed together. Joey had gotten along well with Edith, though she'd found his business offensive. But she was never nasty, only teasing. Joey and Sam had been friends a long time, and they'd steered business each other's way. But Joey also did some strange deals behind the scenes and kept his pal out to protect him. He hired much burlier men for protection. Sam slapped Joey's shoulder. "Yeah, she did, but I liked her ass." Sam winked then Joey stepped away to meet and greet other customers, while Sam remained at the bar sipping his Jack Daniels on the rocks. The bar was smoky, and a band had gotten practically everyone, except the wallflowers at the bar, up to dance. And then a new woman walked in, and she's come alone. She was tall and blonde, like most of Joey's ladies, but she looked stronger and more confident--those girls were usually frail and willowy—but her ass, covered under a skirt tighter and shorter than most, reminded him of Edith. He took another sip of whisky to be sure, or was it for courage. The lump between his legs throbbed for the first time in two years. The woman grew larger as she approached the bar; she appeared as tall as any man in the place. Her face was beautiful; perfectly round red cheeks and big aquamarine eyes. Her breasts reminded Sam of headlights turned backwards on the convertible that was in the center of his showroom. Her lips were redder than the taillights on that car. For a couple of seconds, Sam imagined himself in the front seat of the convertible with this woman, her blonde hair flying in the breeze. She stopped next to Sam, who hadn't stopped throbbing, and had started shaking, and withdrew a cigarette and holder from her purse. She asked Pete, the bartender, for a light, and he obliged. "What'll it be, Sam, another?" Pete asked, pointed to his nearly empty glass. "Yeah, and whatever she wants,' Sam said. The woman pointed to Sam's glass; she wanted whatever he had. As Pete poured their drinks, Sam studied the woman's profile. She was taller than he was; maybe a little less than half a foot. But the curves of her legs and ass were perfect to his eyes, as was her face. She was different than most who came through Joey's door, and she'd come alone, which meant she entered the club at her own risk. "I'm Sam," he said, and offered his hand, trying to break the ice. "Yeah, I heard," she answered, pointing to Pete, who had just brought their drinks. "I'm Cass." She had a handshake as firm as any man Sam had ever met, and a voice that sounded as confident as any salesman in his dealership. Sam couldn't tell if she was single or married; she wore diamond-jeweled rings on more than one hand. "What brings you here? I've never seen you before," he asked trying to suppress himself from drooling as he stared at the edge of her skirt. "Let's just say business, and keep it at that," she answered. Sam stirred the ice in his glass and pretended not to look at her. "Uh, okay, " he said, "maybe I can help. I know everybody here." "Oh you do? How do I know you can take care of my needs?" Cass took a drag from her cigarette and blew smoke just over the top of Sam's ear. "Got to give a guy a chance," he replied, surprised that his voice did not sound shaky. This tall blonde woman had captured his attention, quite possibly away from business. Cass scanned the room as she took another drag; this time she blew smoke rings in the direction of the dance floor. "I don't know," she said, shaking her head, then she noticed a bulge between Sam's legs. "Is that a pistol, or are you glad to see me?" Sam blushed. "I'm a car dealer, and no I don't carry a gun." "Maybe you need one, to keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Cass smiled. Her teeth were perfect, pearly white; few women are born with teeth like that. "I got lots of friends; everybody needs a car. Maybe not today, but tomorrow" "How 'but a truck. You sell trucks too?" she asked. Sam was surprised by the question; he had not expected to close a business deal with this woman, but was interested in closing a different kind of deal. "Yep, lots of 'em. Stop by and check us out." He handed her a business card. Sam always carried cards whenever he stopped by the Peacock Club. Many a deal had started at the bar, if not from a friend, then a friend of a friend. "I might, but I think your mind's wandering." Cass ran a long nailed finger along the front of Sam's shirt and played with the bottom button. Overwhelmed by the tingling sensations, Sam shuddered and blushed. He had not felt this way since the best of times with Edith. Cass didn't unbutton his shirt, but she ran a finger along the zipper of his trousers. Those sensations tingled his balls and sent a shock up his spine. "Oh, I'll get you the best deal," Sam stuttered, forming the words slowly from his lips. "I never rush into deals. Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly. Don't want to be done in by some slick car salesman." She laughed and stopped teasing Sam with her fingers. "I want to have 'em like this." Checking to see no one was looking. Cass reached for Sam's crotch and squeezed his balls. Sam gritted his teeth, but he actually enjoyed the power of her fingers clamping down. "Uhhh, okay. But why don't you come by and give me a chance?" Cass smiled and winked. "Maybe I will," she said. "If not, here's something to remember me by." She picked a drink moistened napkin off the bar and pressed it against her lips, leaving a kiss stained on the napkin. She handed Sam the napkin and headed through the smoke for the door. Sam stared at her ass for as long as he could see it. It finally disappeared in the smoke. Pete's voice came from behind the bar, shaking Sam out of his reverie. "You okay, bud?" "Yeah Pete, why?" he asked, curious about the gruff man's concern. "I think you better go home," he answered, pointing to Sam's leg. A wet streak had trickled from his cock to his shoes. Big Beautiful Cass Ch. 02 Careful not to appear too anxious, Sam waited two days to call Cass. He tried to sound calm after she said hello, but his voice came out shaky instead. "Why'd you wait so long?" she asked. "I gave you my number." "It's not that," Sam answered. "I'm widowed, you see. Haven't been with someone since my wife died." "I'm so sorry, baby. How long ago?" "Eight months, but I knew it was coming." Sam's voice had recovered. She'd put him on steady ground. "She got really sick, but the doc found out too late." "Oh my, no wonder you sounded so nervous. You seemed pretty calm 'round your friend at the bar. " "Oh yeah, Joey. We go way back. Quite a place he has, isn't it?" "Yeah, but I'd rather go somewhere more private," Cass answered. "Since you haven't been with a woman for a while." Sam took a short breath. "Yeah, me too." What do you have in mind?" Cass gave him the hotel and room where she was staying. "It's the Premier Suite, top of the place. I plan to be here for a little while." Sam went through the rest of his day carrying about his business. Fords always sold briskly. Most buyers already knew what they wanted, but he had the rare one who'd dared to look at a Chevy and challenge him to lower his price. Occasionally, he'd relent and drop the price a few bucks, if he had that sixth sense the customer would come back when the time came for a new car. He'd done that once today with a young couple who'd put money down. But twice more he said 'no'. The buyers tried to talk him down too much. "Go buy the Chevy, " he told them. "Put the money in the mechanic's pocket," he said as he shook their hand at the door. However, while his grip was firm, he was nervous inside. The nervousness continued as he drove to Cass's hotel. His foot did a soft jig on the elevator floor as he watched the arrow slowly point to the top floor. When he reached the Premier Suite, he knocked on the door. His heart beat faster as he heard footsteps approach from the other side. Cass opened the door. "Hey baby, C'mon in," she said, licking her lips. Sam's heart beat faster as he looked down first. She wore a low-cut blue silk top and a very short skirt that stopped just above her knees. "Hey, look up," she said, touching his cheek. "I got beautiful eyes, too." Sam straightened up, fixed his tie, and grinned. "Yeah, you sure do." "Well don't just stand there," she said. "C'mon in." She led him into the suite by the arm, not letting go as she showed him around. Dresses of all colors lay over the couch backs and chairs." "All your's?" Sam asked. "Some. I'm delivering the others. Got accounts all over." With dresses covering all of the chairs and couches, the bed was the only place they could sit. "Tell me something," she said after they sat at the edge of the bed. "Why me? You're a pretty good lookin' guy. Not many like you go for big girls." "My wife was. It was just something for me when I met her. Something about her body just reached inside me. I just knew she was the one." "I'm so sorry about your wife." She touched his hand then squeezed it. "Edith, yeah. She was everything to me. My life. She was beautiful, smart, the whole deal. You're as close as I've seen to her." Cass blushed. "Oh my, baby. That's the nicest thing any man has ever said to me." "You ever marry?" Sam asked. "I don't see a wedding ring." Cass wore rings on several fingers, the ring finger as intricately detailed as the others. "No. I've had proposals, sure. But I never took 'em seriously. Men want me for one thing or the other. Usually the other,but they appreciate business, too." Sam smiled. "I can't see why any man would turn you away." "You're sweet," she said as she ran her fingers along his elbow and arm. "Cute, too. Now I want you to get up and lock the door." "You don't want to go out." Cass touched his lips. "Honey, if I'm your first since your wife, I want this to be something special." _________________________ "I've never been with anyone like you," Sam said. He lay on his back, Cass beside him, smoking a cigarette, and she smoked one too. "I can barely move." "You haven't seen anything yet," she replied. Cass put out her cigarette, got up from the bed and posed as if she were a fixture in a gentlemen's buff magazine. She did a fashion model strut in front of the bed, first with hands on hips, then massaging her large pink nipples. Sam stretched to reach for her, only to trace the curves of her buttocks. "Wouldn't think of you as an ass man," she said, and smiled. "I love it. My wife had a gorgeous ass, like yours, but she wasn't as tall and leggy as you are. Can't explain, but I love it." Cass bent over to show her derriere in fuller view. Sam caressed the cheeks and kissed them, first very gently, then pressed his lips harder as she purred her approval. He couldn't get enough of her golden soft skin. After a minute of kissing and licking, Cass playfully pushed Sam away. "Down boy," she said. "We have to shower. We're going out." "Why don't we save time and shower together? I'm sure the shower's big enough for two in this suite." Cass shook her head. "No sweetie, it's just a claw tub with a curtain, like you've got at home. Guess there's some creature comforts we have to do without. And you're showering first." "Why's that? Why can't you go ahead? Takes more time for a lady to freshen up." "'Cause I know when you get in that shower, you'll be thinking of me. You'll keep me waiting," she said then giggled. Sam showered first, as she'd requested then stepped into the bedroom dried off, but covered only by a hotel towel. Cass lit another cigarette and had stayed on the bed, posed as if she wanted to go another round under the covers. But this time, she only wanted to watch Sam dress. Cass got up from the bed after Sam was ready to put on his shirt and tie. She playfully massaged his chest, running her hands between the buttons, but not removing his shirt. She took his tie from his hands and tied it for him, as well as he'd ever done before setting out for work. Then she resumed the soothing chest massage for a moment while they kissed. "I know another use for this," she said, playing with his tie. "but that will have to wait. Be right back, baby," she said, before she stepped into the shower. The throbbing in Sam's crotch died down after she closed the door. Big Beautiful Cass Ch. 03 Sam had noticed that Cass dressed very nicely, but a little different than any woman he'd known. Everything she wore was stylish and looked custom-made and expensive, but her skirts were cut a little higher and tighter and her jackets and blouses were cut a little lower in front. She was taller than most women, but she also wanted to be noticed. It was easy for any woman, and quite possibly many men, to be intimidated by her appearance. She not only looked coiffed, but also strong, as if she didn't need a man to tell her what to do. She marched to her own drum. Cass insisted on driving; she knew exactly where she wanted to go, and Sam was a co-pilot, though he gazed at her like a lost puppy wanting a new home. She stopped at a deli where a picnic basket had already been prepared for pick-up. He asked her where they were going. She said told Sam to be quiet; it was a surprise. She was driving with the top down; only a scarf kept her hair from blowing in the wind. It's just as I dreamed in the showroom, he thought. This appeared to be a rare time a dream actually happened. Cass found a tree grove off a beaten path; the trees were arranged so they would mask the two of them from the passers-by. Sam felt a bit overdressed to lunch outdoors in this secluded place, but he decided to go along with the flow. After Cass parked Sam's convertible, she arranged the picnic lunch. She had managed to select sandwiches and fruit they both liked. She had also brought a bottle of expensive-looking wine, which was prohibited—and certainly not suited for public drinking. Sam didn't care. His friend, Joey, had a space in the back of the Peacock Club where gentlemen could imbibe all they wanted with or without female companionship. Sam had never gone into the back space, but he had seen politicians, cops and respected business people go in, along with some ravishing ladies, probably selected by Joey. Joey had told Sam that he'd always be welcome if he ventured out back, but advised against it. It didn't take an education to see why. Cass poured two glasses and made a toast. "To us," she said, though Sam was not sure why. He knew the lady enjoyed sex, but was not sure that she wanted to make a commitment to him. "Now, some business," she said. "I want one of those." She pointed to the parked convertible. "Can you take care of that for me?" "Sure, but if you just wanted a car, then why did you look at the truck catalog?" he asked. "That's the business, now I have to ask. What are the women like around here?" Sam was puzzled. Is she into women too? He wondered. "They're nice, well most of them, anyway. The ones who come into the showroom on their own are kind of stodgy. But I'll sell a car to anybody, as long as the check clears." "You think they'd buy clothes like mine? I'm sure the women around your pal Joey might be interested." Sam shook his head. The ladies who ventured into the Peacock Club were attractive, and they liked nice clothes, but he'd never seen any of them dressed like Cass. He didn't know if the women would have the money, or if their husbands would let them buy clothes like these. "Don't know," he answered. "I just look. Don't pay much attention to what they wear." "Only to what they're not wearing? Right?" she teased and kissed him open mouth. He started to undo her blouse as they kissed, but she stopped him. She stuck her fingers in her wine glass and very gently dabbed some wine on each nipple, enough to give them a new taste, but not enough to stain her top. "Okay, sweetie, now do your worst," she said and smiled. Sam opened her top. He licked the wine off her nipples while she massaged his shoulders. "Mmmm, that feels so good," she said as his tongue tasted each tip. She ran her fingers through his hair while he sucked them very deep. "Ohhh yesss, I love that." She dug her fingers deep into his scalp, urging him to take in more. "There's still some wine left," he murmured. "Oh, I know just what to do with that," Cass rolled a wine-coated finger along her belly, then down further south. She ran it in rings around her juicy lips. Sam quickly picked up on the scent and followed where her fingers had been, slowly kissing and licking his way to where her tastes and the wine would meet. The harder he pressed his lips or licked, the louder she purred. "Oh mmmy, yes.." She shuddered and shifted as she felt his lips tracing her. "Ohhhh" Then she spread her legs while massaging his neck. The first droplets of nectar appeared. Sam's tongue reached for them like a frog on a fly. He explored her blend of wine and natural flavors, not wanting to stop for a split second. He'd always pleasured Edith this way; the technique not forgotten. "Mmmmmm, more sweetie..It's been too long.." Cass spread her legs further. As Sam's tongue rolled deeper she rubbed the tips of her nipples. She felt another hardening, this one from his longer licks. "ohhhhhh, yeesss, sweetie, mmmm" Cass's juices poured and poured too fast for Sam to take them all in. But she had a big smile on her face as she released. And Sam had not stopped tasting her. "Oh baby, where have you been?" she asked. Big Beautiful Cass Ch. 04 After their first sensual picnic Sam and Cass saw each other not as often as Sam would have liked. Whenever she couldn't get away from work, he craved for her, even masturbating to her picture, which he had placed in an expensive gilt-edged frame. He was convinced that he was in love with her, though he worried that the feeling was not mutual. They'd had a good time since that first date, becoming less inhibited in the liaisons that followed. He'd tasted her in places his lips had not previously touched on a woman, melted into her in ways that he had never tried to do with his late wife. Cass always responded in kind. Chemistry in bed, or in more daring places, had not appeared to be a problem. But the encounters came too many days apart--and Sam wondered why. But he did not want to appear too needy or insecure. Cass had not forbidden him from dating other women, nor had he pressured her to be his one and only. Sam had no problem meeting women. Pete, his best friend, who also owned the Peacock Club, the big speak-easy in town, had told him not to worry. "Women come flowin' in here all the time, bud," Pete said, sipping down a Johnny Walker Red as he patted Sam on the shoulder. "Just pick anyone of 'em. It can be arranged." Sam nodded softly and smiled. He didn't need Pete to set him up. Women always gave him the eye whenever he hung out by the bar. "Don't want any of 'em," he said. "Just Cass." "That big-ass broad? C'mon, she's got some kinda angle. I think she's pullin' your chain." "No, she's the one. I can feel it." Sam blushed as he blurted those last words. "Yeah, you can alright," Pete answered. He looked down beneath Sam's belt buckle, then quickly looked up again. "Why don't you just spend time with someone else, take your mind off her for a little while. Not like she's got ya hen-pecked." "Nah, but I gotta know. Why does she put me off sometimes?" Pete leaned over and whispered. "You know where she works. Why don't I have my guy case out the place?" Pete always had a few off-duty cops on his payroll. They'd come in handy when the Feds tried to crack down on those who supplied his booze. "No, I gotta do it myself. I gotta know." Sam was not set to see Cass for at least three days. The next night, he traded cars with one of Pete's bartenders and drove to Cass' dress shop in Newton, only five miles away. Newton was a smaller town, with no entertainment to speak of. He'd once asked Cass why she set up shop in revealing ladies wear in a town where there was no place for the ladies to wear it. She'd muttered something about the low rent and changed the subject, usually with a kiss. Sam had waited until it was too dark for anyone to make out the lines of the car he had borrowed. He parked across the street from Cass' shop. The lights were on in the storefront, but no one was coming in or out. He thought he heard music, but it wasn't coming from there. Sam got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Cass had hung the 'Closed' sign in the window, through she had left the lights on. He tried to turn the door knob. It was locked. Sam shook his head. Cass was not the type to waste money leaving a closed building unlit. She was the most astute businesswoman Sam had ever met. With no traffic on the street, Sam followed the music. His feet jiggled to the up-beat as the jazz composition filled his ears. And he saw women, many well-dressed women, coming into Cass' shop through the back door. Some were tall, others short, but all quite curvaceous. Some quite beautiful, Sam thought, though none like Cass. As Sam approached they smiled. But they appeared to more interested in going inside. Sam opened the door slowly, though he was quite sure the store was not haunted. "Hey handsome!" A gregarious red-head with round red cheeks shouted. "C'mon in!" She stuck her arm under Sam's and led him into a smoke-filled great room, a Cheshire grin, as if she'd captured a prize. "Lookin' for somethin' for a special someone?" she asked. "Huh?" Sam quickly turned to face her. Startled, she released his arm. "You didn't know?" "Didn't know what?" Sam raised his voice, then he covered his mouth. The woman had been too friendly, but what was the harm? "It's Runway Night. Biggest night of the month." She pointed to a black-carpeted catwalk that had been set up in the great room. The catwalk started at the back door to the store, probably a dressing room in the shop, then stretched to the middle of the room. As his eyes sought Cass, Sam saw scantily dressed women serving drinks to the fully-dressed curvaceous ladies. Some had male companionship, some groups with more women than men. There was plenty of affection in the room. Women for men, and women for women. And then a trumpet beat broke through the commotion. Out stepped Cass in a shimmering silver number Sam had never seen on her before, low-cut at the bodice, cut high around her ass. His mouth dropped and his cock throbbed as he touched his heartbeat. But he remained in place, the red-haired woman still standing next to him. "Babe, you okay?" she asked, shaking his arm. "You looked like you'd seen a ghost." She left her arm in his. "No, I'm fine." But he wasn't. He had no idea Cass would go into a business like this. Speak-easys were Pete's domain in these parts. Anyone who had tried to step in his territory got a talking-to and left. He was nervous, though a beautiful woman had clung to him with concern. "I'm Beverly," she said, smiled and winked. "If you're not sure you're buyin' for a special someone, you can buy somethin' for me." She rubbed her hip bone against his. Beverly had a pretty face and a luminescent smile. But she was not Cass. "Maybe I will," said Sam. "Let's find a seat." Beverly led Sam to a table at the edge of the catwalk where Sam would be able to look up and look directly into each model's eyes. After they sat, she ran her fingers along Sam's inner thigh. "I was so excited when this place opened up. Nobody makes such nice things for ladies like us." She planted a kiss on his cheek as her fingers moved gingerly towards his cock. "Beverly, I gotta tell you something," Sam said, shaking. He did not try to stop her on her journey. "What's that babe?" she whispered, nibbling on his ear. "Cass, the lady who owns this place. I'm dating her." That didn't stop her from playing. "What a coincidence," she said. "So am I." She kissed his neck and rubbed harder between his legs. Sam loved the sensations but he had no idea what to do. As Sam reached to taste Beverly's lips, Cass approached their table. She put on an angry face--for only a few seconds. Then she smiled. "Babe, what are you doing here?" she asked. "This is girl's night out. Only now you've taken my date." Cass took the chair opposite Beverly's. As Beverly ran her fingers between Sam's legs, Cass ran her's along his chest. Music still blasted, though Sam had blacked it out of his mind as he enjoyed the attention. Then Cass bit hard on his ear before she got up. "That's for taking my date tonight," she said as she looked at him, not Beverly. Only Beverly's journey of hands and lips had moved beneath the tabletop. "I'll see ya after the show," said Cass. Big Beautiful Cass Ch. 05 I felt the need to bring this series to conclusion before I got further into a new one. I hope that you will read Chapters 1 through 4 before you start reading Chapter 5. They're all short and you'll see where I was coming. I'm sorry this is so long waiting. ***** The combination of Cass's models parading their wares and Beverly's sensual handiwork had Sam ready to burst in his chair. He had always been drawn to larger women but he had never seen more than one, his late wife Edith or Cass, so scantily dressed at one time. Men and women applauded with equal enthusiasm for every model as she sultrily strolled on the runway, though a few shouts sounded more drunken than others. Sam made mental notes of the fashions he liked best, But it really didn't matter since his girlfriend was running the whole show. "What do you think, Babe?" Beverly whispered, as she nibbled on Sam's ear. "You, me and Cass, after the show?" "Uhh, I don't know," Sam replied, shaking nervously. He enjoyed Beverly's attention and he certainly found her attractive. But he had never given thought to sharing his wife, or past girlfriends, with another woman. "Why not? Two sweets are always better than one," said Beverly. "I've never had anyone exclusive, why should you?" "Have you ever been married?" Sam asked. "I was, but I'm widowed now." "I'm so sorry, baby. But no, I've never been married. I've never been into the marriage and family thing. Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to Cass. She's so strong, so confident. Takes no crap from anybody." Beverly stopped playing but she left her hand on Sam's thigh. Sam chuckled, as he took her hand in his. "Yeah, I know that feeling. But that's why I like her. Edith, my wife, was a lot like that, too. But she never had many women friends. Other women found her confidence off putting." "That's a shame. I might have liked her, too." Beverly smiled then she licked her upper lip as Cass approached their table. The runway show had ended. Cass had gone around to speak to those who were most likely to have the money to dress their ladies like her models. "Hey Babe, great show!" Beverly got up from her chair to hug Cass. She planted a wet kiss on her cheek. Cass nodded. "Yeah, we're gonna do really well off this one. Give 'em boobs and booze and they'll eat out of your hand." Sam got up as Beverly sat, but he felt awkward. He could not get any words to come out of his mouth. Cass saved him the trouble. She touched his elbow and looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about Beverly, about all this. But I couldn't take the risk," she said. "I know," Sam replied. "I'm in business, too. I can deal with that part of it. But I just can't see myself sharing my lady with another woman." "Well, I like men, and I like women, too. If you want to keep seeing me you will just have to deal with it." Cass took Beverly's hand and squeezed it tight. Beverly got up, wrapped her arm around Cass's waist and kissed her smack on the lips. The kiss did not end there. Beverly slid her tongue into Cass's mouth as they embraced tighter, their silk-covered breasts touching and rubbing together. Bystanders walked by the table, some couples, men-women, women-women, even combinations of three or four. But no one paid Cass and Beverly any mind. Sam watched as Cass and Beverly drew tighter, not wanting to let go. Beverly kissed Cass's neck while Cass, sighing and biting her lip, ran fingers through Beverly's thick red hair. Then Cass reached for a belt loop on Sam's pants, gently pulling him into the action. She ran her fingertips along Sam's zipper line as Beverly kissed her way down to her shoulders. "C'mon, babe," Cass whispered softly in Sam's ear. "You're gonna love this, I promise." Cass rubbed her hand along his crotch. She whispered something into Beverly's ear that Sam could not hear through the music playing. Beverly took over from Cass, stroking on Sam through his pants, though she did not pull out his cock. "Sweetie, let's go. We're gonna have some more fun tonight." Sam and Beverly left before Cass, with Sam doing the driving back to Cass's hotel. Beverly kept her hand on his thigh during the short trip while Sam had his eyes on the road. "Sam, please. Enjoy this. We both want her. But we don't own her," she said. "She can do what ever she wants." Cass had given Beverly a key to her suite. She fixed two drinks for her and for Sam, who downed his in one gulp while Beverly sipped slowly. "Take it easy," Beverly said, gently rubbing Sam's arm. "It's not like you're a virgin." She kissed Sam's cheeks and ran her fingers along his inner thighs. Then she opened his pants, sculpting his throbbing cock. "My, oh my," she said, and smiled. "I can see why Cass got into you." She ran her fingers along the shaft coaxing the throbbing into hardness. "Mmmmmm, I want some of that." Beverly leaned over, kissed the head. Then her lips and throat devoured his throbbing. Sam moaned as Beverly took his cock deeper into her throat, the force of her mouth too powerful for his to resist any longer. He ran his hands through her hair and worked his hips, fucking her mouth and throat until he could not hold back. "God, you're so yummy and gooey." Beverly smiled, licking her lips of Sam's cum. "I love it." Sam kissed Beverly and took him into his arms as Cass had done earlier that night. But he did not rush to undress her, as he would Cass. It was one thing to share, but what if he wanted the other lover more? He and Beverly made out on Cass's bed for more than an hour until Cass arrived. "What happened?" Beverly asked. "You're late." "We got some problems, sweets. Some hoods tried to rough up our models. They threatened to close us down unless we give 'em a piece of our action." Beverly looked panicked, though Cass had been calm when she arrived. "Oh my god! Are the girls okay?" "Yeah, my cop friends got rid of them before they could really hurt somebody. A few cuts and bruises. I'll take care of that. But they said they're coming back." Sam knew the story. His friend Pete had paid so many people off over the years to protect his business and make his best customers feel safe. Pete knew how to respect a customer's privacy, and where to find them companionship when they asked for it. But there were always the seedy characters to deal with. They took more of his time and money than anyone else. But as long as the booze kept flowing and the woman came, he could make up the losses by raising his prices. Cass looked at Sam and Beverly sadly. "I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood. Why don't you two kids take off and have some fun?" "No," said Sam. "I'll talk to Pete. He'll know how to keep those goons off your back." "No, no, you gotta let me handle this. For all I know, Pete put them on to me," Cass answered. "Pete wouldn't do that, Cass. You're miles away. If you opened across his street, maybe, but not where you are." "How the fuck do you know? What makes you such an expert on clubs, Mr. Goody-Goody car dealer? You're so blind, thinking I'm the next incarnation of your wife. Get the fuck out of here." She pointed to Sam, then the door and she took Beverly's hand tightly in her's. "Get out, Sam! Now!" Eyes down, Sam went back to his car and drove to Pete's. He didn't want to lose Cass, but he had to accept that fate. He did not know what upset him more, Cass's comments about his best friend, or her relationship with Beverly. As he walked into Pete's club he ordered a Scotch and stared at the pictures on the walls above the bottles in the bar. He was in a couple of those pictures along with famous baseball players who had come to town on barnstorming tours. He was a successful businessman, after all. "Hey buddy," Pete said after he came over, slapping Sam on the shoulder. "You look like you got the wrong end of something." "Yeah, I did. Cass." "Oh, yeah her. Big ass. Geez, you gotta work on your choice of women." Pete squeezed Sam's shoulder to console him. "C'mon buddy. Forget her. She's not worth it. She got another guy?" "Worse. Another girl." Sam looked down at the bar as if his manhood had taken a huge punch to the stomach. "Whoa. That's a downer. One thing to lose a gal to another guy, but..." "It wasn't like that," Sam turned to look at his best friend. "They both wanted to be with me. The girl's a redhead. Cute. But not Cass." "Why don't you take up with the redhead?" Pete asked. "Uh, no. She's with Cass." Sam finished his drink and placed the glass on the bar. "Want another?" Pete asked. "You could really use it." "I don't know. Say, have you had problems with anyone roughing up your girls?" "Why?" Pete asked, confused. "Cass, she's in your business. She runs a club. Girls play with girls and play with guys, too." "That ain't gonna last. The temperance crowd or the Cavallo Brothers, either one could close her down." Sam's eyelids lifted. "Cavallo Brothers? Who are they? Friends of your's?" "No. They run things In Cass's town. Pretty tough guys. Got the cops in their back pockets. Couple of judges, too. They tax hard, or they beat the tax out of you." "Pete, I gotta know. Is there anything you can do?" Sam asked. "What? You want me to help that woman after what she did to you?" Pete raised his voice, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear. "What do you think I'd do?" "She's got a good crowd. Put some money into her business. Help her take the tax." "Are you out of your mind?" Pete turned red and slammed his hand on the bar. "You have any idea what those guys might do to her? Come to think of it, do you care? She hurt you, bud. Hurt you really bad." Sam shrugged. "Yeah, she did. But her girls weren't involved. No one should hurt a young girl. What if it was one of your's? What would you do?" "I'd be really mad. I'd get the right guys to settle things. But jeez, they're dikes. And they're my competition. I'm sorry, bud. I gotta look the other way." Sam grabbed Pete's arm as if he wanted to twist it off. "No, she can make money. You can make money. Guys were packing that place, too. You let the Cavallos have their way, I guarantee you won't reap the rewards. Those customers ain't coming here. You'd never put on that kind of a show." Pete pushed Sam away, so he would release his grip. "Okay, if she'll make nice I'll talk to her. Maybe we can work this out." Sam left the bar satisfied, but unconvinced that Pete would follow through. Pete had been taxed enough over the years. He always got the money back by raising his prices on booze and cigarettes, and no one ever complained. But there might come a day when he would not be able to recover that money if he backed Cass, too. There was talk of repealing Prohibition in Washington. Legal booze might come cheaper. But more bars and clubs would open, cutting Pete's profits big time. A week later, Pete called Sam. He and some partners bought into Cass's place. The partners were more interested—their wives pushed the deal. They offered the Cavallo Brothers a steady piece of the profits, provided they stayed away. The Cavallos had no problem: easy money was easy money. They had plenty of prey to prey upon. "She's got a good head for business. Have to say, I was impressed" said Pete when he stopped by Sam's Ford store. "Gave her one of my best girls to show her how to deal with those guys, if they dare set foot in her place." "Damn nice of you," Sam answered, smiling, shaking Pete's hand. Pete looked into his best friend's eyes and squeezed his shoulder. "You're right, bud. We're gonna make a lot of money together. But what about you? You really want to see her again? She's got Edith's smarts, but you know.." "Yeah, I do. But I gotta try." After close of business, Sam called the hotel where Cass had been staying. The operator told him that she had checked out, her bills all paid. The next morning he drove to her dress shop. She was not there, but Beverly was. "Hi ya, babe," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Beverly wore a low-cut silk top and tightly cut pants. Her curves caused Sam to look down as she kissed him. "Eyes front, sweetie. I'm working now." She was the only one in the shop. Cass would not be arriving until later in the afternoon. "Why don't you stick around, keep me company?" she asked. Sam paced around a mannikin dressed in black lace, its lips painted a bold shade of pink to match. Beverly looked at Sam, licking her lips. "I can put that one on for you, if you like," she said, and winked. "Maybe, that one, and that one." She pointed to similar ensembles in purple and red. Sam's cock started throbbing and took a slow rise. "Why not?" he told himself. He and Cass were not an "item," and her lover liked him too. As she saw the rise Beverly smiled, and shook her head. "Yeah, it always does the picking. Why don't you sit there and relax?" Beverly took the three outfits off their mannikins and went into a dressing room, while Sam found a chair. The viewing area, where the sales girl or the buyer modeled, was a circle where her admirer could see the potential purchase, though not the price tag, from all sides. Sam's throbbing, and the rise, had not stopped by the time Beverly returned wearing the black lace outfit. She stepped out of the dressing room and did a slow turn in the circle for Sam to see all. Then she stepped closer to him, leaned over, and gave him the full view of her breasts. "You want these?" she asked, as she reached over to touch his throbbing. Sam's heart skipped. He could not say a word. But he nodded yes, as if he was an obedient puppy. Beverly walked over to the front door, locked it, and hung a 'Closed' sign in the middle. Then she took Sam's hand and led him back to Cass's office. She silently instructed Sam to sit down in her boss's office chair, then proceeded to unzip his pants. She fondled his cock until she smiled, it's hardness to her satisfaction. Facing away from him, she mounted Sam's lap, easing his cock in slowly. "I'm gonna ride 'ya, cowboy. Ready?" she asked. Again, Sam said nothing, but nodded. Beverly worked her hips and legs into a steady rhythm. As she squeezed tighter on his cock, he pushed his hip muscles to rise as she dropped down. Gradually, they both picked up speed as he rose deeper into her wet pussy. Beverly leaned back slightly to take in more of his growing mass. She tightened her legs around him. "Ohhhh yesss, baby. Yessss," she moaned. "More, more." They both picked up their rhythm, Sam still silent, but more excited by Beverly's wet kitten and the way she moved around him. He reached for her breasts and rubbed their nipples. "Ohhhhh harder, babe. Rub 'em harder," Beverly went down faster on him. Enjoying his rise, she bit her lip and leaned her back against Sam's chest. "Take me, babe, take me." Sam still had reserve, his muscles pumping his hardness into Beverly faster still. He gripped her breasts harder, rubbing the nipples redder with his thumbs. "Yesssss, ooooh Sam, yesssss!" she moaned loudly. Sam and Beverly climaxed together. Rested, they shared a long deep kiss. "Damn, baby. Now I know why Cass was so into you," she said. "God I'd love to have both of you right now." They kissed again before Beverly dismounted. Beverly looked at the pool of Sam's juices and her's on his legs. She smiled, got down to her knees, then slowly licked off the mix. "Mmmmmm, we taste so gooood together, sweetie." There was plenty of mix on the lace outfit Beverly had worn. Sam offered to buy it and have it cleaned for her. But Beverly refused. "Oh honey," she said. "That's sweet. But you might as well swap a car for this." She showed him the price tag. It cost 500 bucks. Sam smiled. "I'm good for it, on one condition." Beverly put her hands on her hips. "And what's that?" "Next time I see you, you better wear that." Beverly leaned over and gave Sam a soft kiss on his cheek. "Let me get changed, and you can buy me lunch. There's some towels in the bathroom. Why don't you get ready, too?" After Sam washed up and dressed, he opened the bathroom door, only to see Cass come into the office. Beverly had not come out of the dressing room. "Well, well, well," Cass said, studying Sam from the crotch up. "What do we have here?" "Uhh, I wanted to come by, see how you were doing." He tucked in his shirt and fixed his belt. Cass rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, I see. And how am I doing?" She kept a stern expression on her face. "Ok, I guess." Sam's face had turned beet red. "You're so cute," Cass said, grinning. She stepped over to Sam and pinched his cheek as if she was a mother or grandmother. "But so so lost in the woods. I almost feel sorry for you." Beverly returned from the dressing room, her top slightly off, her tight pants fit right, holding the juice-stained lace outfit on a hanger. The red and purple outfits were draped over her other arm. "Cass, I didn't know when you were coming back. I'm sorry." Cass took the black lace dress from Beverly. Beverly went back in to the showroom to hang the other two outfits. She looked at Sam sternly again as she inspected the lace. "You're gonna pay for this, I hope. You really damaged the merchandise," she said. "Already told Beverly, I would," Sam answered. "I was about to take her to lunch." "She told you what this costs, right?" Cass inspected the lace some more. "This one comes from Paris. Royalty buys these by the dozen. Doubt you can afford one on a car salesman's salary." "I'll take care of it," Sam said. Cass smiled. "Oh I know you will. And I know you'd take good care of Beverly, too." "Thank you. But I'm learning my place. And I'm so sorry for what happened last time." Cass took his hand. "So am I. Sam, you're a good guy. But I'll always need a little more. So will Beverly. We wouldn't care if you took out one of us, or both of us. But neither of us could ever replace your wife. She was the real special lady." "No, nobody could replace Edith. But I'm not sure I'm looking for a wife right now. It might be a good idea not to be so settled." Cass's hand had not left his. She kissed his cheek, then took in the fullness of his lips. She broke the kiss when Beverly returned to the office. "Say Bev, let's have a little party at my place tonight. You, me and Sam? You up to it?" Beverly stood beside Sam and took his hand. "Always, love." She kissed Sam smack on the lips, then kissed Cass. "Always." Cass and Beverly took turns teasing Sam's now throbbing cock. "We might have a little surprise for dear Sam tonight," said Cass, winking at Beverly. Give him directions to my house. And by the way, lunch is on me. He's gonna be a little short of cash." Cass smiled as she held up the juice-stained lace. Sam and Beverly had a nice lunch. The food was delicious, and for each other, the company was pretty good. Beverly teased him under the table, rubbing her foot against Sam's ankle, her hand against his thigh. But she left his cock at bay. She gave Sam an address and directions for the night and told him when to meet. Then she walked back to work. Sam had enough time to check on things at the dealership, then return home to put on a new suit, not that he'd be wearing it for long. Bobby, his best salesman, had told him all was good. Five new Model A's out the door, with five more arriving on the carrier the next morning. Pete had left a message, but Sam decided not to call him back. Bobby asked where he had been during the day. Sam mumbled something about shopping for new clothes. Business was good, and it might get better. Those who taxed were going to place orders for new cars any day. Slightly nervous, Sam drove to the address Beverly had given him. What did Cass mean by a surprise? he asked himself as he watched the road ahead, watching for signs as to where to turn. The directions ended at the open gates of a mansion. "This can't be it," Sam thought. But he drove through the gates. He spotted Cass's car in the driveway in front of the main entrance to the house, as well as two other cars, one probably Beverly's. He got out of his car and knocked on the entrance door. A thin fair-skinned woman, in her twenties, Sam guessed, with stylish curly black hair,cherry-red lips and a low-cut white dress answered the door. Big Beautiful Cass Ch. 05 "Sam?" she said. "Yes. How could you know?" "Cass and Beverly are upstairs. They told me to wait for you. And I've seen you before." "Really? Where?" "Pete's. I've walked by you many times. You've never once said 'hello.'" Not that Sam would have recognized her in his smoke-filled bar. Plenty of women who fit her description came and left Pete's place over the years. Cass attracted him because she had stood out, and his eyes always sought out full-figured women. "That's an oversight I'll take care of from now on," Sam said, and smiled. She smiled back. "No worries. No need. I work for Cass now." "Uh yeah. Pete said something about sending one of his 'best girls'. Must be you." She smiled wider. "That's right. I'm Amelia." She offered her hand. Still holding it, she led Sam up the stairs and opened a bedroom door. Cass and Beverly were there to greet him. Cass wore the red outfit Beverly had shown before. Beverly wore the black, as she'd promised. Beverly came over to kiss him on the cheek, then on the lips. "You're gonna remember this night for a long time. If you're a good boy, you'll get to remember again," she said. Amelia had left the room. She returned in a short pink night dress, so short it gave Sam a great hint of her tight ass. She carried four black silk scarfs, which she handed to Cass. "Get on the bed," Cass said to Sam. Sam did as he was told. He laid down his back against the headboard as Cass proceeded to tie his arms and feet to the bed posts. Sam stayed calm. Cass had tied him down, but not so tight that he could break the bonds and run away. But what was Amelia doing with her and Beverly? Beverly stepped over to the bed. She blew a kiss at Sam and slowly opened his pants. She slowly licked the shaft of his cock while Cass and Amelia watched and grinned. Then she teased the head enough for Sam to flinch and pull away. "Ohh, you're a bad boy," said Beverly. You gotta lie still. Beverly squeezed his balls. She resumed licking the rim then brought his cock into her mouth, sculpting his throbbing mass to Cass's satisfaction. "Okay, babe," Cass said. "Stop sucking." Beverly stopped, giving Sam's balls a playful squeeze. The tiny Amelia smiled as she saw Beverly's handiwork and mounted it quickly. "Sam, honey. I'm gonna give you the ride of your life." Amelia dug her feet and ankles into Sam's thighs and squeezed her tight wet pussy around his hard mass. As he struggled to work his hips to rise. Amelia rode him hard and faster. Sam could not believe how tight her hole was as her wetness helped him glide deeply into her lithe body. She put her hands on Sam's shoulders and leaned back to ride him harder and take in more of him. "Ohhh, Cass. You're so right. This guy is soooo hung. Ohhhh yessss." Cass smiled. "Yeah, he might be a lot for you, but not enough for me." She came over to the bed and kissed Amelia deep, her tongue sliding in as she rubbed Amelia's tiny breasts. "You're such a cute little lamb," said Cass. "Just like him." She looked down at Sam for a moment and winked. Breaking the kiss, Amelia dismounted and Cass took over. As Cass mounted Sam cowgirl, Amelia sucked her breasts while Beverly kissed her deep. Sam wanted to reach for Cass, but he couldn't. She was in control. She shifted her body slowly to take in his hardness, but did not lean over to kiss him. "Are you gonna be a good boy," Cass asked? "Really good?" Sam nodded. Beverly reached into a nightstand and pulled out a pair of scissors. She cut the bonds that held Sam's legs. Now freed, Sam worked his hips to match Cass's slow rhythm. She made it easy for him to rise as she landed. Almost too easy. "Ummmm, this is pretty boring, isn't it Bev?" said Cass. "Maybe we should do something about that." Beverly cut the bonds that held Sam's hands and wrists. Sam responded by reaching for Cass's ample breasts to massage them. He leaned over further to suck and take small nibbles of her nibbles. "Ohhh, that's so naughty," said Cass. But she smiled. She worked her thighs faster, to take Sam deeper into her wetness while he continued nibbling and sucking. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Mmmmmmm, babe. G'me more." Their rhythm now faster, Cass playfully pushed Sam away while she kept grinding on his hardness. Amelia and Beverly returned to attend to their queen. Beverly wrapped her arms around Cass, kissing her neck, while Amelia took over the nipple play. As Beverly slid her tongue into Cass's mouth, Sam found an extra gear. He lifted his hips, pushing as deeply into Cass's moist wet pussy as he could, her juices lighting the spark in his veins. Cass sighed, breathing harder, while still exchanging kisses with Beverly. Amelia got to her knees beside Beverly and licked between her legs. Beverly ran her fingers through Amelia's hair, pushing her face into her moist wetness. She would be the last of the three to cum. Cass, Beverly and Amelia took turns licking Sam's balls as well as the cum that had covered his body. His suit was now a total mess. Like Beverly's black lace it would expensive to clean it. After they took their licks, each lady gave Sam a kiss. They relaxed on the bed together, Sam between Cass and Beverly, with Amelia to the other side of Cass. "She's mine, for sure," said Cass, pointing her thumb at Amelia. "My little lady lamb. You can't have her, unless I say so." Amelia and Cass shared a lingering kiss while Sam and Beverly watched. Sam nodded towards Beverly and smiled as they watched the two ladies, their kiss still unbroken. What choice did he have? As much as he wanted Cass, he had to live with this arrangement if he ever wanted to see her. Beverly was also an enticing lady. But he would never be able to pry her away from Cass to be his only love. Not that he really wanted to. Two lovers, maybe three, felt much better than one. They certainly felt better than none. "I adore you, my cute little lamb," said Cass, after she and Amelia broke their kiss. But she was not looking at Amelia. Her eye's looked right into Sam's.