0 comments/ 26426 views/ 0 favorites Gentlemen Prefer... By: Tazz I never would have noticed her if it weren't for the hat. I mean, let's be honest here, cigarette girls are a dime a dozen, and the way I went through nightclubs, I'd seen a hundred dollars' worth already. Her hat came bobbing through the crowd, keeping that hot swing beat, with those short maple-wood waves under it shining in the lights off the big bandstand. Call her what you want, a dame, a doll, a pinup waiting to happen, anybody could see that there was something about her that begged for your eyes. It wasn't just the hat. But it sure as hell was a good way to keep tabs on her. I leaned back on the bar and amused myself watching the way she went zigzag through the crowd at the edge of the dance floor. The black feather stuck up like an exclamation point, like she was just so damn excited about selling you her Lucky Strikes or Marlboros or what have you. Black, of course, to match the tight black number she had on. The skirt was down to her calves almost, but not hiding a great pair of gams with that big slit up the side. A red sparkly flower at the top of the slit matched the hat, and black gloves gripped the sides of her tray. The hat's little mesh veil was saucily raised up on her hair like she had nothing to hide. Mark my words, though, son. Even if they're only hiding their true hair color, well, Blondes always have secrets. Her technique was great. When she sold a pack to some joe, she tilted her head to let her chocolate brown eyes peek out from under deep dark lashes with a sultry sideways look and a smile. Her lipstick was the same smooth red as the hat but just a shade glossier than satin. I itched to touch it with a fingertip and feel the slick way it covered her soft lips. Her nose wrinkled when she laughed at their stupid comments, and she would lean forward to show the tray again when she did. You could see them reaching for another pack as they took a long look at her bosom, brought up nice and tight by the tray's straps. The cigarette girls at Frankie's are normally dumb as rocks, so I wondered if he knew she was in here, or if she had cut a deal. I don't know how long I stared at her, but I know I wasn't finished when I had to stop. She might have remained an object of my idle curiosity, if only she hadn't wobbled on those anklebreaker heels and spilled her and her entire tray straight into my boss's lap. You might think a big guy like me can't move that fast, but there's no fat under this suit. I'm no Jesse Owens, but I was through that crowd in seconds. Never let it be said that Johnny Mac slacks on the job. Of course, I also wanted to be the first one to lay hands on her. The cute way her full white underpants showed under the flipped-up skirt made it look like Paolo was about to spank her tipped over his knee. But as I reached them, she was already pulling herself up, apologizing as she went, cheeks red as the hat. Paolo was giving her the leer down that tight dress, his free hand never leaving the Martini on the table. It was beneath him to help, of course. Hell, it was beneath me, but I like to think I'm a gentleman when it comes to blondes, bottled or not. Her smokes were all over the place, and I bent down by Paolo's chair, grabbing the packs and handing them to her. That is, until the shot. Both of us were on our knees, and when the shot came her warm brown eyes looked full into mine and she was not surprised. Not one bit surprised. So I knew I had to grab her and carry her away, before she gave up everything. Marco was there, and so was Jimmy. They could have seen it in her face like I did. Paolo fell to one side, his blood ruining all the cigs on the floor, plus my socks. Marco and Jimmy were lying under the table now, aiming all around at nothing. I thought the shot came from the dance floor, but I didn't want to know. Everybody was shrieking and screaming, running. It would have been easy for her to get trampled, so I picked her up. Besides, now I knew that I owed her one. We shoved our way through the panicking crowd, my left arm tight around her shoulders, and I got her out to my Packard Six at the corner. After I got her settled inside, I patted the little angel on the hood for luck as I ran around to my side. It was all still good. Marco and Jimmy could catch me later. Nobody knew. Except maybe the girl, and I could handle that. As we raced through the dots of light that the streetlights made on Wilshire, she finally spoke. Her voice was low, throaty. It gave me chills. And a hard-on. "The name's Valerie. And that was almost ten dollars' worth of cigarettes." Blondes. Without saying a word, I reached into my jacket and brought out a fifty. She took it in two gloved fingers and held it up. "I don't have any change." I gave her the look. The one I practice in the mirror, the one that makes guys who don't know me piss their pants, and the ones who do, to run the fuck away. She giggled. A gloved hand pointed at the corner. "Turn left here." "Why?" Her hand came over to rest on my knee. "Because my house is on the next block. I think I can find some change there." I followed her directions and pulled up at a tiny bungalow, the kind that starlets rent at the Beverly Hills Hotel on their first paycheck, except that this was all the house there was. It looked like a kitchen and a bedroom, if you liked sleeping on the stove. I'd been in cars that were bigger. She pushed the switch and a small table lamp came on. It was draped with a scarf in a rose pattern, which gave the tiny room a soft pinkish glow. The outline of a Murphy bed took up one wall, and the screen across the corner draped with clothes told me I was right about the house. I was standing in the living/changing/dining/bedroom, and the door I could see in the kitchen had to be the bathroom. The house was claustrophobic, but it smelled like her perfume, sweet and springlike, so I didn't mind. Valerie glided right behind the screen without a word, elegance with ripped stockings. I flopped down in the only chair and watched her clothes make a slow, tantalizing pile. She just had to be a professional. I decided to check in and let everybody know I was going to be back later. I hoped it was a lot later. And I hoped that the fifty covered whatever I was about to get. "Can I make a call?" Her voice was muffled by the screen, but it still spoke straight to my dick. "I don't have a phone." That figured. Cheap house, no phone. I was surprised there wasn't a roommate too. I pictured the two of them in their nighties, with rollers in their hair, squished together in the Murphy bed at night. My dick liked that idea. I rearranged. She came out from behind the screen in a pale yellow kimono robe printed with red flowers. When she paused in front of the lamp, the sudden illumination of her silhouette from behind made me suck in my breath. I wondered where the white panties had gone. The light made her seem very young, giving her face and hair a golden pink glow. Without the hat, her hair was all short waves and curls. Even tousled like it was, she looked like a movie star. I wanted to stand as she walked toward me, and not have such bad manners, but my prick was not about to cooperate. I figured she was used to it anyway. I held out my hand to her, and that fabulous smile came on full strength. I pulled her down sideways in my lap. If she was even halfway decent in bed, I might set her up in a better place. Maybe Paolo's murder was a fate thing. She stayed sitting up, looking into my eyes, then spread out her hands like she was bowing. "Do you like my 'change,' Johnny Mac?" I laughed. "Does this answer the question?" I shifted until my rock-hard prick was poking her thigh. Then I put my hands on either side of her little waist, feeling the warmth of her skin bleeding through the silky robe, and slid them upward until my thumbs were just under the swell of her breasts. Like I thought, she had nothing on underneath. Valerie shivered and leaned close to me, her hand sliding around my collar. The long sleeve of her kimono fell back down her upraised arm and trailed down into my lap. Her hand was a slight pressure on my neck as her red lips brushed mine softly and withdrew, making me want to grab her head and pull her back. I resisted the urge, and she did her teasing kiss again almost immediately, but after the first brush of her lips, she pressed against me for longer this time. I tested her with a touch of my tongue, and she answered immediately with hers, opening her mouth to mine. My hands slid around, and I pulled open the front of her robe. In the delicious softness of her breasts were two hard tips for my thumbs to press and stroke. I picked up one heavy breast and then the other, weighing them on my palm. She was still kissing me, giving little bites to my lower lip, and this time I pulled back. Valerie sat back, surprised, and I smiled and bent forward to take a luscious strawberry nipple into my mouth. I rolled it on my tongue, flicking over the tip, and listened to her breathing change. Her thighs parted slightly and then flexed. Her fingers threaded through my short dark hair as I kissed and licked at the points of her nipples. She made me suck in my breath again when I saw her other hand slide over The kimono fell away when she untied the sash to help me. Her thighs parted farther, and I understood the invitation. I watched her hand move slowly in the deep v between her legs, and I slid my hand along her silky inner thigh as I stared at her, mesmerized. She had to move her breasts against my mouth again for me to go back to what I had been doing. I covered her hand with my own and decided it was time to dip into the honey pot below. As her fingers stroked and danced at the top of her slit, I parted her legs in order to slip a finger inside her. A little "huh" sound came out of her mouth as the tip probed at her. I found the slippery opening to her box and slowly worked my finger in all the way. The heat inside her was incredible. I began to slide another finger in and out, her juices building up until I could get both of them inside her. A frown drew her curved eyebrows together as she concentrated on her orgasm, eyes scrunched closed. The hand on my shoulder clutched rhythmically at my collar, tightening with every push of my fingers inside her, her own fingers working hard on herself. My prick was screaming to be let out, but I was too close to getting her there to care. A little "mmm" built up slowly out of her throat, and her hips began to move up to meet my fingers as I stroked them into her. I took my mouth off her nipple and started whispering. "That's it, baby. Come on, doll, come on, Valerie." Her cheeks flexed and tightened on my thigh as she moved. Finally, she jerked hard, thrusting wildly against my hand as that amazing voice said, "Uh, huh, uh, OH," in my ear. She went limp against me, so I stood with her in my arms, and returned her to the chair. After hanging my shoulder holster on the back, I found the pull to bring down the bed. Act two was about to begin, and my cock had suffered enough. I stripped. Valerie gave me a smile and went behind the screen again. "This is not the reaction I was hoping for," I called. "Don't be so impatient." I heard some clunking and then the unmistakable hiss as she put on a record. The Andrews Sisters' "Bei Mir Bist du Schön" came on. Valerie's head peeked out. "Don't ruin this now," she said. Her bare feet made little padding sounds across the hardwood floor. She walked toward me, hips swaying, completely naked and unconcerned. It was beautiful. Her chin lifted as she looked up. "I want you to dance with me, John. All those nights standing in the crowd with cigarettes- Dance with me... please?" Like I said, I like to think I'm a gentleman when it comes to blondes. My dick wouldn't let me say no to a nude woman anyway. Without her heels, the top of her head came to the middle of my chest, which meant my erection poked her firmly in the stomach as we swayed. It didn't last long. I picked her up again and held her in my arms to kiss her, and carried her to the bed. I laid her on her back in the pink sheets, taking the time to look at every inch of her. Light brown hairs covered her mound, with a tiny wispy trail up to a perfectly round bellybutton. I kissed it, poking her with my tongue while she laughed and squirmed. Her toenails had that deep red polish. I kissed them too. I started at her ankles and kissed my way up those long creamy legs of hers. I only got a few licks laid in across her clit, when she bucked and pulled me up by my hair until we were face to face. "Not that." I frowned. Most girls were crazy about it. She laid her hand over her mound and grinned with one side of her mouth. "It's had too much fun already. Give me some time." She took her hand and wrapped it slowly around the base of my shaft. "You need some attention, too." I wasn't going to argue. Her hand drifted up and down my cock, squeezing and stroking. Her nails flashed in the little bit of light that made it to the bed. I balanced on my hands over her, loving the way that her thumb circled up under the head and then over, smearing the traces of come that were drooling out of me around and around. God, she was good. Then she asked, "You're the one who hired us, aren't you?" Her hand moved as she spoke, squeeze and stroke and that fast little movement with her thumb. There wasn't much I could say. I tried, though. "What the hell are you talking about?" She looked up at me, and put one hand on my ass while she kept working my cock. "To kill Paolo Lucchesi, of course. You hired us." "And what makes you say that?" I was gasping, trying not to move with the tight firm strokes of her hand. I didn't want to come until I was inside her. "Give me some credit, Johnny. Don't I know your name?" "Lots of women do." She frowned. The hand on my ass tightened. "And why weren't you upset or even surprised that the man you were supposed to be guarding was shot right next to you? Not that good of a bodyguard, are you?" "What're you, the Bodyguard Review Commission? So what? Paolo wasn't a very nice guy, you know?" A drop of sweat rolled off my nose and splashed onto her throat. My fingers tightened in the sheets. "Oh, I know," she said. "Otherwise Billy wouldn't have accepted your offer. He's strange that way." "Billy, huh? Your...?" "Brother." My prick stiffened up again. There's nothing I hate more than to shoot some poor jake who walks in on me and the Mrs. Valerie sensed I was too close and eased up a little, stroking with soft light touches of her fingertips. I wanted to move and shove myself deep inside her, but the hand on my ass was firm, and now I halfheartedly wondered if Billy was hiding in the bathroom. "I still didn't say it was me." She smiled. "You didn't have to. You didn't even check to see if your boss was really dead, you just wanted to get me out of there, help me even when I looked guilty." "So you do this all the time, killing people? What are you, Hollywood Bonnie and Clyde?" Her tits bounced as she laughed. "The first and last for me. Billy had trouble telling Marco and Paolo apart, so he asked me to show him. It worked out better for you, anyway." "How's that?" "For one, you wouldn't be naked in my living room with my hand on your dick. Second, standing at the bar all night was going to make someone notice. You should be glad that you came over when you did, so nobody questions your loyalty. Someone might figure out it was you. I don't think that a big Irish mick like yourself is going to go far in the mafia anyway." "That's not what Jack Dragna says." Her hands stopped moving, and she looked me in the eye. "Say it, and you can fuck me." "Say what?" "Admit it. Tell me that you paid to have Paolo killed." "Why the hell would I do that?" She wiggled down below me until her chin was just under my balls. Her pink tongue came out to a point, and she flicked it against the underside of my sack. I couldn't keep myself from shuddering. She ran her hands up the insides of my thighs and blew her hot breath against the wet spots on my skin. I think my cock jerked. A drop of pre-come rolled down. Her deep voice was vibrating under me. "Come on, Johnny. I know it was you. Tell me and you can have my wet pussy. Tell me and you can slide that nice fat cock of yours up inside me." She raised up and I stared as her tongue came out again and ran up the length of my shaft. She looked up at me and smiled, then kissed and licked me at the base where my balls start. If she touched me just a little more, I knew I could come. She whispered, "Wouldn't you like to be inside me, Johnny? I bet it would feel sooo good to come inside me. I'm so wet from the orgasm you gave me. I bet it's just dripping out of me down there." Her fingers stopped and she lay there smiling up, her hands on my thighs again. Dammit. I pulled her back up until my prick was at her entrance. "I admit..." I said, "that I want to fuck you really bad." I moved so the tip pressed hard against her lips, and I parted them as I moved it up and down against her. When I brushed it over her clit, she squirmed again. "I further admit... that I am a bad guy who's killed a lot of people." I pushed slightly until the tip of my cock was inside. She was so tight and hot. What the hell did I care if she knew? I had a gun for chrissakes, and she weighed maybe a hundred pounds against my two. I leaned close to her ear and whispered. "And I confess that I put the hit on Paolo Lucchesi, the scum of God's green earth." Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, opened. "Good," she said, "You owe me another twenty for the dress. His blood's all over it." As her body shook in laughter, I slid into her and knew I was home. My mouth came down on hers, and I replayed her touching herself in my lap, the way she walked so casually naked across the floor to me as the music played. Yes, I was going to set this one up for sure. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I pumped deep inside her velvet pussy. I watched her face change as the strokes got faster and faster, and I pulled her legs far apart to watch my cock disappear inside her. When I was getting close again, her hand reached down to touch herself, one finger rubbing and stroking at her clit. I felt her legs tense and try to close on me, and I sped up until the bed's creaking noises must have been heard on the next block. I grabbed at her hips to keep up the incredible rhythm. Her head came forward onto her chest, and her features were screwed into a grimace as she shook on my cock and made those little "huh" noises in time with my strokes. The clenching of her pussy around me made me come so hard I almost broke my jaw from clenching my teeth. It was perfect. Perfect. I flopped down beside her, sweating everywhere but my eyes. Valerie was smiling. In the corner, the record player started over. "I love this song, but I still don't know what they're singing." I traced her profile with a fingertip and leaned over to kiss that cute button nose of hers. "It means, 'with me you are beautiful.' And you are." She rolled onto her side and draped a leg across me. "Was that an invitation? The 'with me' part?" "Of course. But if we're going to be together, can you do me one favor?" "What's that?" "Could you make your hair red? Anything but blonde." Gentlemen Prefer Southern Belles Francis E. Sterling III by all accounts considered himself to be a lucky man. Having moved from England to attend college in the United States he had been able to free himself from the confines of a stuffy traditional British heritage. Standing 5'-10", weighing 150 lbs. soaking wet, with a slight build, he was definitely not an imposing figure. Despite his pasty white skin color, he did have a few things going for him. At first he thought the biggest one was changing his feminine family name from Francis to Frank. But he quickly found out he was mistaken. He had a keen sense of humor, and his groomed jet-black hair coupled with his frosty blue eyes helped, but it was the British accent that put women over the edge. He liked to call it the James Bond affect. Physically there was no comparison, but he didn't intimidate women and they loved it when he talked. Frank had his share of good times in college, majored in Economics, and then followed it up with an MBA, before heading off to Wall Street. He was determined to make it on his own and not rely upon the family fortune. When his parents had made a trip to visit during his junior year of college they were appalled at the social graces of the girls on campus and totally disapproved of the girl their son was dating at the time. Frank worked 80 hours a week that first year setting a blistering pace at the meat grinding investment firm he had joined. Only the strongest survived and he wanted to be one of them. He had no time for social events, not that it would have mattered. While his accent had gotten him dates with girls and he always had a fun time with them, he never seemed to be able to get them into bed. Oh, a few had gone all the way, but unfortunately his slightly undersized 5-inch penis fit the name Francis more than Frank. The girl that he had dated the longest, 6 months told him she liked his size because it didn't hurt her to have sex with him and she felt it helped her retain her tightness. Frank had meekly thanked her, but it sure wasn't something to tell the guys about. After a year of working non-stop and winning all sorts of company awards, Frank found himself sipping a beer all alone and reflecting on his life. The money had come in, but it had flowed out just as quick. The high city rent and cost of living were almost too hard to keep up with. The sporty blue two-seater BMW convertible had been his big splurge and all he had to show for the countless hours he had put in on the job. His boss had been pissed the day he came in and announced he was leaving the firm. All the back slapping for being the number one rookie was gone. Now the only thing he got was a "good luck, asshole," and a door slamming behind his back. Atlanta or hot-lanta, as everyone seemed to call it seemed like as good a place as any to settle. He had heard southerners were very hospitable and that southern women were great lookers. It was there that Frank still found himself 5 years later at age 30 daydreaming about his life and new wife. As much as Frank had his traditional British roots, Misty Lane was all southern belle. She had graduated from the University of Georgia, and oozed that sweet innocent Georgia peach look. Misty was petite at only 5'-3" and had full naturally blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Frank never saw her naked before they were married, but her matching blonde bush proved that she was a natural. Her deep golden tan was a stark contrast to his pale skin, but what amazed him daily was her tight compact body. Misty's full 34D tits seemed to defy gravity, as they jiggled back and forth while standing tall on her chest. Her small ass was amazing though in that it curved out with a slight bubble, almost seeming more appropriate on a young girl. Frank felt it was a miracle that they had ever got together. He had taken a big pay cut to slow down and work at a small regional brokerage house and had bumped into her, literally, at The Varsity, a local greasy hamburger place at lunch. Knocking her drink out of her hand onto the floor had been the unintentional introduction. She had thought his accent and red-faced embarrassment was cute and six months later they were married. Predictably, Frank's parents had been horrified upon meeting his young 21 year old fiancée' and the rest of her Bar-B-Qing southern family and were quick to point out that convicts were the ones who had originally settled in Georgia. On the side, his mother had gone so far as to intimate that they would cut him out of the family inheritance if he followed through with the marriage. Frank was too in love to care. He thought back over the past six months and how they were still getting to know each other emotionally and physically. Frank quickly found out that Misty had a way of getting what she wanted, but in most cases he was willing to comply. Her cute button nose with a sprinkle of freckles and that disarming smile would make anyone melt. He thought back to the previous night. "Francis honey, I want to be on top tonight!" "That's quite all right my dear," Frank said as he rolled over onto his back. Misty opened her full pouty lips while grabbing her husband's limp 3-inch penis between her fingers. The sight of her open mouth and the heat of her breath caused him to stiffen with his full 5-inch penis. Straddling his mid-section she held his dick up as she slowly lower her moist pussy down until he was fully inside her. "Oooohh baby, you look ravishing," he cried out. "Mmmmmmm, I like it this way," was her short reply, as she started thrusting her hips into him and then ever so slowly lifting herself up and down on his shaft. Frank looked up at her magnificent upturned tits, her nipples stiff and pointed, the aureoles rounded and puffy with little bumps highlighted around the tawny brown surface. Misty lowered her chest down to his mouth. "Suck my tits Francis...Ooooooh come on...please...suck 'em baby." Frank didn't think he could hold out much longer with all the stimulus as she continued thrusting herself into him, her tight cunt pulling at his throbbing penis. Suddenly she pulled her tits away from his mouth with a pop and starting hopping up and down on his dick as fast as she could. Her tits bounced up and down frantically trying to keep up with her jerking movements. "Oooooohhhhh Gahhhhhhhhhhd....I'm cummminnnnngggg," he shouted, spurting his load, as she continued bouncing up and down like a pogo stick. "Not yet...honey...I'm not there yet," Frank felt his dick starting to wither as she tried to speed her movements up even further to keep him hard. "Nooooo honey...not yet...I haven't cum yet." Frank felt the sting of her disappointment as she slowed down and the tightness of her cunt muscles pushed his slimy shriveled penis out of her hole. "It's not fair!" she pouted rolling off him and laying dejected beside him. "Honey, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You're too hot. I just need to get used to you so that I can last longer." "Well that doesn't help. You get to cum but I don't." "Please honey, give me a break. Let me frig you with my finger and get you off." "No! I don't want your finger, I can do that myself," she started icily. Then her voice changed to that sweat southern belle melody. "I want your tongue." "I've never done that before honey, and besides I just came inside you." "It's not my fault you're too fast on the trigger. If you want to have sex again this week then I better feel your tongue right now." Misty spread her legs wide to accommodate her husband and grabbed the back of his head as he slowly lowered his face to her pussy. As she felt his tongue make contact with her clit she let out a low moan. More to encourage him than out of true excitement. "Ooooooooohhh yeahhhh baby ... that's it, don't be shy, get your whole mouth into it." The encouragement seemed to work as Frank started working his tongue up and down her wet lips, the mixture of her juices and his sperm starting to turn him on. Misty gripped his thick hair tightly and held his head firmly as she thrust her pussy up and down his face covering his chin, mouth and nose in their mixed fluids. "Aaaaaahhhh I'm cumming," she screamed as she gave one last thrust onto his stiff tongue that was stuck up her pussy. Frank caught the sudden rush of fluid as it coated his tongue and ran down into his mouth. As she came down from her high, Misty knew that they'd need to do this more often. Everything seemed be back to normal today as he kissed her prior to leaving for the office. "See you for lunch," she smiled while giving him that innocent yet seductive wink. Frank was brought out of his trance by the boom of the intercom. "Mr. Sterling, your wife is here to see you." Frank came waltzing out of his office and stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the lobby. Mouth agape, he looked his wife over from head to toe. During the six months they had dated and been married Frank had always marveled at his wife in her fashionable clothes. Form fitting like the latest fashion trends it was nothing out of the ordinary, although her marvelous body did turn more heads than other women. This was different, the sight before him now was causing an immediate stirring in his groin. Misty's hair was up, having obviously just been to the hairdresser; her lips were coated in a high gloss bright pink color that matched the tight sleeveless top that clung firmly to her full tits. Frank doubted that she was wearing a bra the way her nipples protruded so noticeably. Despite their size, with her youthfulness and their firmness, he knew she didn't need to. The top cut down into a deep "V" revealing several inches of cleavage and showed about two inches of her dark brown tan on either side of her belly button. His eyes traveled down to her equally form fitting short shorts that seemed to cut up into her pussy. Without seeing her ass, he knew that they probably just barely covered both of her tiny cheeks. Her muscular legs looked longer than her 5'-3" frame because of the five inch heels she was balancing on. "Cat got your tongue?" She cooed. "Oh baby, you look good enough to eat," he replied. "That's the idea," she laughed, putting her arm through his as they turned to walk out the door. With her five-inch heels, she was almost as tall as he was. Frank thought, 'I'm glad she's so short, so that I don't ever look small next to her.' "Where we headed honey?" He asked. She had said she wanted to make it a surprise. "Anthony's" she said matter of factly, a mischievous smile forming on her face. Anthony's was one of the older high-end Italian restaurants in town. Unlike the newer eateries that were bright and open, Anthony's was dimly lit, even during the day, with big booths and long tablecloths. Frank watched his wife's perfectly shaped butt covered like saran wrap in her tight spandex shorts. The seam of the material pressing into her crack and separating her ass cheeks slightly. He felt his dick start stirring as he followed her and the matre' de to their booth. As they settled in next to each other, Misty pressed her tits into his arm as she cooed in his ear, "happy 6 month anniversary honey!" Frank didn't know what had come over his wife, but whatever it was he liked it. He was always the center of her attention and he knew she loved him. Unbeknownst to her he had observed her order a contractor who was remodeling their house to fire a worker who made advances on her. As they waited for their meal to arrive, Frank jumped as he felt his wife's hand move into his lap and grasp his semi-hard penis. "Honey?" his voice squeaked as he looked into his lap. "Yes," she raised her eyebrows slightly and then continued with her conversation. The waiter approached with their meals and Frank hurriedly pulled the tablecloth up over his lap. Misty's hand continued stroking his now stiff dick, alternating between squeezing and rubbing. "Sir, can I get you anything else?" the waiter asked. "Uhh...Ahhh...no..no...we're...I'm...fine...thanks." Misty smiled deeply as she watched her husband struggle to respond and shift uncomfortably in his seat. In a naïve, immature sort of way she was getting a kick out of the idea that a young 22 year old wife could exercise this type of power and get this type of response over her more mature husband. "Honey...please, I can't take any more. I'm gonna cum if you don't stop it." "You've got to learn how to control yourself Francis, that way I get to cum with you, honeybun." "Oh please... oh please... it's too much... I can't take it!" Beads of sweat sprouted on his head. She squeezed him hard and tugged a few more times until she heard the familiar sound of her husband peaking. "Ahhhhhhh!!" he tried to stifle as he thrust his cock up at her already fleeing hand. His sperm would have shot into the air if he was naked, but instead it met his underwear and trousers, creating a gooey mess in his pants. After a few quick jerks his balls had emptied and he felt his dick begin to shrivel up in his wet cotton underwear. The meal ended quickly and Misty excused herself. Blowing his a kiss and mouthing, 'I'm so hot,' she winked, turned and shook her ass back and forth as she strolled out of the restaurant. Frank wondered how he was going to make it back to his office with the wet stain on the front of his pants. About thirty minutes before the end of the workday, his phone rang. "Hello," "Honey, it's me," she said in a downcast tone. He knew something wasn't right. "What's wrong dear? It sounds like you've been crying." "I just...just got a call from Cousin Julia..." she stifled a sniffle. "My Great Uncle Feister died last night in his sleep." "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," he hesitated unsure of how to go on, "Is that the Uncle you mentioned who lived in a mansion outside Nashville?" "Yes," sniff... "I was always his favorite niece. He wasn't much of a talker, but I could sense it in his look." "Is there going to be a funeral?" "Yes, Friday, and then a reading of his will that evening back at the mansion." "Do you think you're in it?" He asked "In what? The funeral?" "No, honey...the will," he clarified "I don't know, how insensitive, the man just died." "I'm sorry dear...I was just curious, I'll get the time off so we can drive up Thursday and stay through the weekend." As he hung up, Frank thought to himself, ' what a bummer, nothing like a funeral to put a damper on Misty's sudden sexual forwardness. Maybe they'll be a big inheritance." Francis E. Sterling III, had no idea how right and how wrong his thoughts were going to be. And how the next weekend would change the newlywed's relationship forever. Francis E. Sterling III looked over at his lovely bride of six months. Her solemn stare the result of a phone call earlier in the week announcing the death of her great uncle. Even with her mild depression, Frank couldn't help notice the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. The sun was beginning to set as the little 2-seater BMW made its way through the mountain passes of northern Georgia in to Tennessee. "Dear, I think I'm going to pull over for the evening and we can continue in the morning." "Okay," she replied indifferently He pulled into a Holiday Inn and checked in and unloaded the car, while Misty announced she was going to take a hot shower. Frank's hopes rose at the thought since they hadn't had sex in almost a week now. Taking off his clothes while waiting for his wife to finish, Frank looked in the mirror. At 5'-10" he wasn't very imposing and his slight build and fair skin didn't help matters. He looked down below the small pooch around his waist to the limp 3-inch noodle sticking out of a sparse field of pubic hair. His one wish was that he could have one of the big dicks like he had seen in a porno film once. He looked at himself again, disappointed to see a shriveled little sack holding two marble size gonads. 'Oh well, at least I have a woman who loves me for who I am.' That thought brought Frank back to reality. He knew when he married Misty that she was somewhat high maintenance. Not in a negative way really, but she liked the nicer things in life and had gotten used to them. It reminded him of his upbringing in England. In the six months since they had married they had taken on a huge mortgage, a Jaguar for her and a ton of credit card debt. The credit card debt had piled up from clothes, jewelry, and fine dining. Frank hadn't had the guts to tell her to slow down. That coupled with a freeze on bonuses at the firm due to the downturn in the financial markets had created a situation in which he was only able to make the minimum payments on their debt and had them one step away from financial disaster. He wasn't about to drop that bomb on her now. "Honey? Hand me a towel will you?" Misty said opening the bathroom door. Heavy steam spilled out as she reached for the towel. Frank took his time taking in her full rounded breasts capped by nipples quickly hardening in the cool bedroom air. He couldn't help himself and reached out to cup one. "Hey, cut it out!" Misty cried, pushing his hand away. "Aww come on babe, we haven't had sex in almost a week." "It's all about you isn't it? What about me and my feelings? I can't have sex when I'm thinking about my uncle. I hadn't seen him since our wedding 6 months ago...I feel ...so...so guilty." "I'm sorry, Misty, will you forgive me?" He reached out to hug her. "I thought I said..." "Hey, " he cut her off, "I'm just giving you a comfort hug." They embraced, her towel dropping to the floor. Misty's big breasts pressed fully into his stomach. Frank felt his dick get rock hard. Misty did too and at first was going to push him away, but then felt different about it. The memories of teasing Frank a few days ago came flooding back. She smiled to herself as she nuzzled her face into his chest and slowly pressed her pussy against the hardness in his jeans. Frank turned her slowly so that he could look as her backside in the mirror. 'What an ass,' he thought, as he viewed her slightly spread tan legs, the upturned curve of her small butt cheeks and the tuft of blond hair sticking out below. His dick was so hard it hurt. "Thanks," she smiled looking up at him with those big green eyes. "I really needed that." "Uhhhh...uhhhh, your welcome," was all Frank could manage, as she turned and hopped over to her suitcase, bending over to give him a perfect view of her ass and pussy. Pulling out a full-length cotton nightgown, she slid into it and bounded over to the bed. "Be a dear and turn the light out before you take your shower," Misty said, "and try not to wake me when you're done. I'm exhausted and sure I'll be asleep by the time your done." It felt like his dick stayed stiff all night as Frank tossed back and forth trying to fall asleep. The rest seemed to do Misty some good as she slipped a black tank top over her bra-less tits. She squeezed her firm tits through the cotton fabric causing her nipples to stiffen and poke through. Her tight jeans and black high heels were the perfect compliment to tease and travel in. Frank hopped into the convertible in his loose fitting travel clothes, a pair of sweat bottoms, a golf shirt and tennis shoes. "You look smashing dear," he said, while taking in his delicious young bride. "Thanks babe," she laughed. ' He's so cute sometimes with that accent,' she thought. Looking him over as they pulled out of the hotel parking lot she decided she'd have a little fun with her hubby along the way. For the two-hour drive to Nashville, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain for Frank. He was delighted that Misty was in a great mood, but her antics were killing him. Misty would rest her hand on his groin and then very slowly begin to squeeze and stroke his dick through the thin material. His 5-inch woody was very obvious as it formed a pup tent in the middle of his lap. Then Misty would giggle and pull her hand away. What killed Frank the most though was when she lifted up her shirt to reveal her perfectly sculptured bare tits. Her nipples stood out rock hard with the top of the convertible down and the cool Fall breeze flowing over the windshield. Gentlemen Prefer Southern Belles "Dear, you've got me in an uncomfortable position, couldn't you at least whack me off?" "I'll do better than that," Misty announced as she applied a high gloss coat of red lipstick to her full lips. "Keep your eyes on the road," she whispered in his ear as she pulled the front of his sweatpants down to reveal his stiff rod. Frank gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles grew bony white, as he watched his wife lower her head into his lap. She had only sucked him off once in there short marriage and he had dreamed about it ever since. "Ohhhhh, honey, that feels sooooo goooood," he said, breathing hard as she slowly slide her mouth over the head of his penis and down his smooth shaft. She easily engulfed him, brushing her lips against his pubic hair, and then twirled her tongue around the thin shaft as she pulled her head back up to his tip. "I love it when you're hard like this Francis," she said softly, taking a breath and then lowering her mouth back down him again. "Mmmmmmmmm" she hummed on his shaft. Frank tried to maintain some sort of composure. His stomach quivering and his grown involuntarily thrusting up into her mouth. "Ahhhhhhhh...that feels sooooo goooood, please don't stop." She pulled her head up again. "How does this feel...Francis?" Misty lowered her mouth over his dick again, but this time she gently scraped her long nails along the underside of his scrotum, tickling the sensitive spot between his balls and his anus. Frank tried to spread his legs more and lift his ass off the seat, while keeping his eyes on the road. They were only about two minutes away. "Almost there....dear...don't stop, hurry, yes...yes...that's it" he cried out. Misty gave one final suck while rubbing the pubic bone under his sac. Then pulled her mouth off his dick and gave a few quick tugs on his shaft. As she felt the oncoming orgasm, she sat upright, Frank's dick still sticking straight up, out of his pants and watched the show. "Oooooooohhh...Gahhhhhhhhhh...shiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt" he yelled. His cock started convulsing and shot a stream of white liquid up to his chin. Frank bucked up and down like he was fucking an imaginary lover. Misty looked on in awe, eyes wide, hand over her mouth. "Wow," she finally managed. "Uhhhhh....mmmmmmmm," Frank moaned as he started settling down. Wet stains were all over his shirt, as his little tower collapsed in wet heap. As his chest stopped heaving he made the last turn and pulled into the long drive to Uncle Feister's mansion. "Put your dick away honey," she said, "there're people out front." "Little sister, how you doing?" the tall bleach blond woman asked. "Great, I'm so glad you could make the long trek out from LA." Misty's older sister Mary had been the rebel of the family. Leaving the family after high school graduation she headed out to Southern California for a life of partying. Misty hadn't seen her until the wedding six months ago. She almost didn't recognize her after ten years of being away. When she left she was almost 5'-11," slim all over, and had long brown hair. Misty was six years younger, twelve, when Mary left. At the wedding the 28-year-old sister now had a short high fashion hairstyle, big - obviously surgically enhanced boobs - and her hair was bleached blond. "I'd like you and Francis..." "It's Frank, dear," he cut in. "Whatever...I'd like you and Frank to meet my new bo, Dane." With that she put her arm through the thick muscular arm of a young guy who looked to be six and a half feet tall with a body that looked like a cross between a body builder and surfer. "Dane, was Mr. San Diego, in a body building competition last year," Mary beamed, pulling his open button down shirt to the side to reveal a perfectly sculptured set of abdominal muscles. "She can be embarrassing sometimes," Dane grinned, "It's nice to meet everyone, especially you Misty. You look at lot older than Mary described." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well 'ole chap," Frank chipped in to distract the much larger man. They shook hands and Frank felt himself buckling slightly under Dane's vice-like grip. A deep solemn voice broke up the now awkward silence. "At this time, everyone will need to begin getting ready for the funeral." All heads turned toward the voice. An older gentleman of about sixty, in a traditional black and white butler uniform stared at them emotionless. "This way please. I'll show you to your rooms." * * * "That guy was kind of creepy," Misty whispered, once they were settled in there room. "Who Dane?" Frank asked. "No, silly, the butler." "Oh, him. I'm not so sure I'm crazy about your sister's new acquaintance." "You aren't jealous, are you lover?" "Of course not." Frank said emphatically. "Good, because you have no reason to be. I'm not into the muscular bound, surfer dude types. I've got what I want right here. Someone who is sturdy, smart, and financially dependable." With that she snuggled up next to him and gave him a hug. "Thank you my dear," Frank replied happily, yet slightly troubled about her reference to finances. * * * The funeral ended up being short and too the point. All of the local relatives were showed up and talked about what a great person Uncle Feister was and how he would be missed. The facts were that most people found him to be quite eccentric and frugal with his wealth. The last ten years he had been confined to a wheel chair and rarely left his mansion. Misty's folks showed up for the funeral but had to leave as soon as it was over. The other relatives attended the reception, but were on there way as well, soon after. That left the sisters, Dane, and Frank back at the Feister mansion after all was said and done. After several drinks, all of them began to loosen up a bit. "So," Mary began, "who do you think Uncle Strangelove willed all his money too?" "Oh come on Mary, that's so insensitive," Misty said "Well somebody's got to get it," she replied, "what did the butler say?" "He said the estate trustee will be out in the morning to read the will." Misty said. "Don't you think it's kind of creepy, sleeping in a dead guy's house," Mary said "It's not a dead guy, it's our Uncle," Misty defended. "Oh, excuse me, you were always the goody two shoes favorite of Uncle Feister. I always thought he was a little weird." "He was a kind lonely old man," Misty said, "whose wife died when he was young. I always felt sorry for him." "I don't want to be a bore," Frank interrupted, "but shouldn't we get some sleep? It's almost midnight and the trustee will be here tomorrow at 9 am." "We've still got a couple more bottles of the old man's booze to go through," Dane laughed. "I think Frank's right," Misty said, "we're calling it a night. You two can stay up if you want, we'll see you in the morning." Hand in hand they headed up the steps together, with the laughter and clinking of glasses from Mary and Dane ringing in their ears. Frank and Misty were quickly in bed and asleep shortly after retreating to their bedroom. Unusual noises woke Frank up what seemed like only a few minutes later. Looking at his clock he saw it was 1 am. The noises, which sounded like someone in pain, were coming from down the hall. Almost without thinking Frank jumped out of bed, dressed only in his boxers and rushed down the hall bursting through the door the yells were coming from. The sight stopped him dead in his tracks, six feet into the room. Mary was naked on all fours, here heavy tits hanging down below her. While her face looked like she was in pain, Frank doubted that it was something she didn't want. Behind her, Dane had hold of her slender hips and was driving into her pussy at a powerful rate. "Ohhhhh... fuck my pussy you stud...give it to me hard...Ahhhhhh" Dane looked up without missing a beat as Frank came bursting in. "Hey, buddy, pull up a chair, maybe you'll learn something. Frank's face went beat red, but at the same time he was aroused by the erotic sight he was confronted with. "I...I'm...sorry...uhh...excuse me please." Mary looked up, the sweat beading on her forehead. "Come on Frank, sit down for a minute and watch. Haven't you ever wanted to see a sex show up close and personal?" Frank didn't know what came over him. He had never thought about the idea of watching someone else have sex, but now that he was confronted with it, he wavered. Mary looked hot. Surely Misty wouldn't wake up. He shuffled transfixed over to the big wingback sofa chair and sat down, two feet from the bed. "Now's your chance to see a real man in action," Dane spewed. He was buried all the way in Mary, their pubic hair intertwined. He slapped Mary in the ass. "Let's turn over and give him a real show," he said. Frank's jaw dropped open as he watched Dane pull his dick out of Mary's pussy. He could see that the outline of her pussy lips were stretched tight, but as he pulled out he could also clearly see them trying to cling to the meaty thickness. Dane's cock literally seemed as thick as Frank's forearm. Not that his forearm was thick, but for cock it was outrageous. After about 6 or 7 inches, Frank expected to see the head, but he kept backing up as he pushed her forward, face first into the bedcovers. Finally, after Dane had pulled out a shaft the length of a ruler, the bulbous plum-sized head popped out. Mary's pussy remained open in a big yawn as the massive cock came unsheathed. "Unbelievable," Frank heard himself utter. "That's why they call him, Great Dane," Mary smiled as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide. "Now get on top of me and fuck me good stud." Dane grabbed his cock with one hand and proceeded to beat her open pussy with it. "Thwack...Thwack...Thwack..." he slapped it hard against her clit, making her beg as he stiffened himself further for entry. "Put me in," he ordered, as he grabbed both of her ankles and spread her legs as far apart as he could. Mary grabbed his massive cock and started rubbing the head up and down her opening, moaning as she teased herself like she might with a rubber dildo before taking the plunge. She then started feeding the big boa into her gaping cunt. "Ohhhhh, yeah... that feels goooood." Dane let go of her leg and grabbed her ass cheeks in both of his large hands. Gripping her butt flesh tightly, he began driving inch after inch of his thick veiny cock into her hole. Frank sat awestruck at the horse-size dick penetrating his sisters stretched cunt. As Dane bottomed out, Frank's eyes were drawn to Dane's huge balls now resting on her ass. He felt so inadequate as he estimated Dane's nuts to be the size of billiard balls. Mary had long since moved her hands away from Dane's shaft and she was now feeling the weight of his sack and balls with her thin red nailed fingers. Frank looked down to see his boxers forming the familiar pup tent with his 5-inch pole. The movement from Dane pulling out brought him out of his trance. "Leeeettts get ready to rum-ble!" he sang out and shoved forward with a mighty thrust. "Uhhhhhh...year that's it Dane...fuck me hard!" The next ten minutes were a blur for Frank as he watched a well-oiled machine crank up into overdrive. Dane's ass looked like a blur as he pistoned in and out of Mary's juicy cunt. Her rhythmic movements were joined by numerous grunts, groans, and expletives. Frank found himself wishing he could please Misty like this. Finally Dane gripped both her silicone-injected tits for leverage and thrust even harder if that was possible as he announced he was cumming. "Pull out and cum on my tits and face," Mary pleaded, "Give him a sight he'll never forget." As she said it she slipped one of her fingers up from his balls and stuck it in his ass. Dane pulled all the way out of her cunt with a pop as his engorged purple headed dick began spurting. To Frank, who had only seen himself cum before it was a sight he would never forget. Dane's cock erupted violently as ribbons of thick white cum spewed out and across Mary's body. The first spurt hit her left tit and neck as Dane grabbed his cock like a firehose to gain control. He then began aiming his mighty dick back and forth across her body like he was putting out a fire. At first Frank thought he must be pissing on the poor girl, but if it was, it was the first time he had seen chalk white piss as well. Both of Mary's tits, her neck, and face were covered in cum. Little droplets had ricocheted off her face and into her hair as well. "Mmmmmmmmmm," Dane continued to moan as he finally slowed down. Mary's tongue was out licking the cum off her lips as she rubbed the cum on her tits into her skin like lotion. "Ohhh...babe, you're the best," she managed weakly. It was like they had forgotten he was there and Frank started to get embarrassed again at their post-sex moaning and love word. "Uhh...I'll just be...uhh...leaving now," Frank muttered softly. Mary wiggled free from under Dane, "Well, what did ya think?" she asked. "Very impressive," was all Frank could manage as he glanced again at Dane's huge cock, that still looked to be a full 10 inches long hanging limp between his legs. "How 'bout you Frank? Want to take a turn?" she asked. "Oh, no, I could never cheat on Misty." "Come on Frank, it wouldn't be cheating, we're sisters ya know." "Thanks anyway," he said, trying to move away from the bed. "Well at least let me see what you're packing," Mary grinned, reaching out to grab his boxer shorts. Frank tried to turn as she grabbed hold of him and almost tripped over his feet. Dane reached out with one of his massive arms, gripping his arm tightly to keep him from falling. In the meantime, Mary tugged down hard on his boxers, pulling them down to around his knees. Time seemed to stand still as they all looked down at Frank's dick together. Mary started to giggle. "What do you call that?" Dane asked, "It looks like a dick...only smaller." Frank reached down as quickly as he could to pull his boxers back up over his limp 3-inch penis. His ears were burning as he turned to walk out. "Poor Misty," he heard Mary say as he went out the door, "she doesn't know what she's missing. She told me she was a virgin when she married you." Frank slipped quietly back under the covers next to his young wife. He tossed and turned not able to get Dane's massive cock out of his mind. No one will ever have to know about this, he thought. Tomorrow we'll hear the reading of the will and then Misty and I can be on our way and get back to our normal life. If Frank could have turned the clock forward 24 hours, he would have realized that what he had just witnessed was minor compared to what he was going to experience. Things were going to be a lot different in a short period of time. "Honey, you look terrible," Misty said, "didn't you sleep well last night?" Frank tried to mask the exhaustion that was so apparent. "Yeah, I had the worst nightmare." "Well we have about an hour until the trustee gets here. Why don't you take your shower first and get some coffee." "Thanks, dear, that sounds like a grand idea," Frank said, relieved that she didn't pursue his lack of sleep any further. In the shower as he soaped himself off, Frank thought about what had occurred only a few hours before. Looking down at his limp three-inch dick sticking out below the small pooch in his midsection, Frank couldn't help but think about Dane's huge 13-inch cock plunging in and out of his sister, Mary. It wasn't just the length that was impressive, but the thickness. Frank jerked his head away to try and shake his feelings of inferiority. Misty let her nightgown drop to the floor as she waited for Frank to finish showering. Viewing herself in the mirror she admired her large firm upturned breasts. At 22 and working out 3 to 4 days a week she was in her prime physically. Turning around, she looked over her shoulder at her perfectly shaped buttocks. Tight, round, and small, she smiled knowing that her husband couldn't help but love her body. Misty slipped into the shower, her husband's back to her. Frank jumped as his wife wrapped her arms around him. Closing his eyes he felt her full breasts press into his back. "Mmmmmmmm...soooo nice." He muttered to himself. Misty lowered her hands down to her husband's penis and started tugging on it. Grabbing the soap from her husband's hand she began rubbing the soap up and down his shaft and balls. "Ohhhh yeah baby, that feels soooo good." Sliding her breasts up and down Frank's back, she felt his penis go rock hard, sticking out his full five-inches. Frank spread his legs slightly as his wife slid one hand under his anus rubbing the underside of his balls while tugging on his dick with her other hand. "Ahhhhh...I'm cumming! Frank yelled, his dick spewing forth a stream of cum against the shower wall. "Noooooo, not yet!" Misty cried back disappointed. "I wanted you to fuck me." Misty turned around and bent over sticking her ass up at her husband. Pulling on his slowly shrinking penis she started rubbing it up and down her pussy and ass. "Come on Frank, fuck me! Fuck me!" Frank reached around her body with one hand, rubbing and squeezing her dangling breasts while rubbing her soapy ass with the other. Trying in vain to think of fucking his bride's tight cunt, Frank couldn't keep his dick hard. Humping her ass up and down his drooping penis, Misty gave up on her husband and started rubbing her clit with her hand. "Oh..oh...ohhhh...Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed out jamming her finger up her tight twat as far as she could. "Thanks for nothing," Misty said as she reached outside of the shower for a towel. "We've only got 20 minutes, try not to be late!" * * * Sitting around a heavy oak table in the late Uncle Feister's library, Frank tried not to make eye contact with anyone, certainly not Dane or Mary. Misty had come down wearing a tight black sweater and matching black mini-skirt. Both articles showed off her full breasts and shapely tanned legs. "Uhh hum..." a crisply dressed gentleman, Frank had not met, cleared his throat. "My name is Roger VanHorn," he began, "I am Mister Feister's attorney and will be conveying his wishes through the reading of his last will and testament." At first Frank perked up to listen, hoping that Misty would be the recipient of a small fortune. However, after a few minutes of droning legal mumbo jumbo, he knew they were in for a long drawn out session. After what seemed like thirty or forty minutes, names began showing up associated with personal artifacts Uncle Feister had bequest. "...to my sister Millie, who I so adored, I leave my cat "Nip" and a years supply of cat food... to my cousin George, I leave..." blah blah blah. It went for a while and then dollars began to flow. Not a lot, mostly $5,000 here, $10,000 there and then bigger numbers like $100,000. Then came the two sisters. "...To my lovely niece, Mary, I leave $500,000 and my house. May she keep it from turning into the Playgirl mansion. And finally, to my favorite niece, Misty, who always was around to help me maintain my youthfulness, I leave $2,500,000." Everyone seemed to suck in a volumous amount of air at the same time and then all turned to look in Misty's direction. Misty just smiled, eyes gleaming with ideas on how to spend the money. Frank couldn't believe his ears and with a great deal of relief thought about how to earmark some of that money to pay off the debt Misty didn't know about. "Well, that's it," Roger announced, "you may all leave now." Misty could hear the low muttering among all the relations as everyone stood up to file out. They sure are jealous she thought, smiling inside. "Umm...Miss Sterling," Roger said softly, "can you and your husband please stay afterwards for a few minutes?" he directed at Misty. Gentlemen Prefer Southern Belles Frank and Misty sat back down and watched the others make there way out. The attorney walked over to the door closing it behind the twenty-some odd relatives and turned the lock. "The reason I asked you to stay," he began while peering intently at Misty, "was that there is an addendum to the will that only pertains to you." "Really?" Misty asked, interested in what else she could possible receive from her dead Uncle. Frank was already sky high with their instant millionaire status and couldn't believe there could possibly be more. "What else is there?" Misty asked. "It's not really what else you get, as it is the stipulations that are on the $2,5000,000 you may receive." "What do you mean may?" Frank butt in. Misty glared at him, as if to say, 'shut up, this is my show.' "Well," the attorney began again, "your Uncle put some requirements on your receiving this large sum of money. If everything is followed according to his wishes then as the trustee for his estate, I will write you the check." "Uncle Feister always was a little quirky," Misty said "I only met him once, at our wedding, and I knew right off the bat he was weird." Frank said. Misty ignored him. "What did he want me to do?" "According to his will, you are to be the main character in a full-length feature movie." "A movie? I'm not an actress," Misty laughed. "Yeah," Frank said, "and just where does the script, director, other actors and so on appear from?" "Oh, it's all quite clear," Roger replied, "the director is Joseph Darkman, he has the script in hand and all the actors on standby. It's really all up to you." "Joseph Darkman...Darkman," Frank repeated, "why is that name familiar to me?" "Probably because he's the known as the best in his field," Roger laughed. "And what field is that?" Misty asked "Why the adult entertainment industry of course...you know XXX movies," Roger said matter of factly, while trying to control a grin. * * * Back in their room, the conversation continued. Misty and Frank said they would have to get back with him. "Absolutely not," Misty hissed, "there is no way I'm going to be in a porno flick. "I agree dear, I mean what kind of dirty old man was he?" "Well, he certainly never tried anything with me, if that's what you mean." "Wow!" Frank said. "What?" "I was just thinking," Frank continued, "that was the quickest two and a half million dollars we ever got and lost in just a few short hours." "Wait until I tell Mary," Misty said, "she won't believe it." "Oh, I don't know about that, she'd probably want to take your place," Frank said sarcastically. "It would have been nice to pay off the bills though." As soon as he said it, he knew it was all over. "What bills?" Misty asked. "Uhh, nothing, you know, just the usual stuff," Frank failed to bluff. "Francis Sterling, you better come clean right here and now and I mean it... with everything." "Dear, you know how I play the market with our personal account, in between managing other people's accounts. Well, the market took a tumble last month and I had our account margined quite a bit and well... we have a little outstanding debt." "What's a little?" Misty asked, not letting him off the hook. "I didn't have enough money in our account to cover the call, so I had to take out a second mortgage on the house." "I can't believe what I'm hearing Francis. You did all this without me knowing about it. How much is it?" Her voice continued to rise. "A little over $100,000," Frank said sheepishly. "Whhaaattt!" Misty's eyes bore into Frank. "Listen dear, I can explain. I was going to tell you, but I didn't want to worry you. I was planning to make it all up on some better stock picks this quarter." Misty's chest was heaving up and down as she glared at her husband. She held up her hand. "Stop, I don't want to hear another word. You've just made up my mind." "About what?" Frank asked. "The two and a half million dollars. Since my husband can't provide for us and seems to want to bet our future in the stock market, I guess the little house wife is going to have to pick up the slack." "You can't be serious?" Frank said in disbelief. "Oh, I'm very serious Francis," she said with great determination, "and you are going to be there to support me every step of the way. Now if you don't mind, I'm going downstairs to see if Roger is still around!" The door slamming behind her confirmed to Frank the reality of the situation. * * * "So, that's all there is to it?" Misty questioned. "That's it," Roger said, "you just show up tomorrow at this address," he handed her a card, "and Joseph Darkman will give you all the details." "How long should it take?" Misty asked. "Oh, probably ten days, two weeks tops." "I'll be there then...ten a.m. sharp." Misty said * * * Those are some fine tits, Joseph Darkman thought as he eyed the short blond-haired beauty up and down. The husband looks like a total wimp though. Maybe I'll have him play a part in the film as well. "When do we start Mister Darkman?" Misty asked somewhat naively as she looked around the set. "Please, call me Joe. We'll do a few preliminaries today and then start the major action tomorrow." He said. "Great. By the way, this is my husband, Francis; he'll be with me most of the time. Depending upon how long the shooting goes he may have to go back to the office for a few days and then come back." Joseph "Joe "Darkman looked like his last name not his first. With a name like Joseph, Frank thought he might be Jewish. That was about as far from the truth as you could get. Joe was about 6'-3" muscular and black as the ace of spades. Very articulate, you were drawn to his brilliant white teeth. "Now let me get this straight, you were both married about six months ago and Misty, you were a virgin before the wedding?" "That's right," Misty replied, her face flushed and ears burning red. "So that would mean you're not very experienced sexually?" he asked. "That's right, I mean, we have sex maybe 2 or 3 times a week, so that would mean I've had sex almost fifty times now." "It's a good thing I caught this before the rest of the cast showed up," Joe said, "I don't want you to be embarrassed tomorrow." "Wh..What do you mean?" "Well...I can go through a few things with you today to make sure you know what to do tomorrow. Now why don't we start with you taking off your dress." "Now hold on a second," Frank said, "there's nothing in the will about this. It just says she has to do the movie." "Shut up Francis," Misty spat, "You're the one responsible for this and I'm not going to look like an idiot in front of everyone tomorrow. Now be a good boy and unzip my dress." Frank's feelings shifted between humiliation, anger, and dejection. Here he was with a black man they had just met a few moments ago and he was helping his wife strip in front of him. Misty stepped out of her dress and thrust out her perfectly shaped 34Ds, covered in the lacy black bra and matching high cut cotton panties. Oh this is going to be good, Joe thought. Let's see how far I can push it. "Hey Francis, can you please unhook your wife's bra for me?" Frank couldn't believe he was actually doing this. Some uppity nigger porno director was calling the shots and he was mindlessly obeying him. He unhooked the clasp and lifted his young wife's bra off to reveal the firm globes that really didn't need the support. Frank noticed her nipples were more erect than he had ever seen them. "You can take a seat Francis and watch the show. Misty, have you ever seen a black cock before?" "Uhh, no, actually Frank's penis is the only one I've ever had or seen." The young wife said feeling rather embarrassed and inexperienced. "Well, Misty, I don't want to scare you, but how big is your husband's co...uh...penis?" "It starts off around this size," she said, while holding her thumb and finger about three inches apart, "and then it grows real big... probably 5 inches, maybe 6 inches long." She said eagerly. Frank was glad she had said six, when he knew he was only five inches long fully erect. But he knew what was coming. He had showered with other men and seen one of his parent's servants back in England, naked once. "Misty, a penis may be 5 inches long, but a cock is much larger. My cock is twice that size and I'm sure quite a bit thicker. "That's funny, Joe, my husband told me all men were the same size." "He did, did he? Has he ever lied to you about anything else?" "As a matter of fact he has,"she said glaring Frank over her shoulder.. "Then why don't you come over here, unzip my pants and see for yourself." Misty walked over to the large muscular man, here eyes staring into his chest as she put her smallish hands up to his pants and tugged at the zipper. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this. Only 6 months ago she had been excited to finally be losing her virginity and now she was tugging at the zipper of another man...and in front of her husband for that matter. Misty unbuttoned the button on his pants and drew the zipper all the way down. To her it looked as if Joe had stuffed a banana in his pants. This has got to be some sort of joke, she thought. "Go ahead, pull it out." Joe smiled at her. She wrapped her fingers around the banana and squeezed. It was real! Misty grabbed his waistband and tugged it down. The big black cock that stood at rock hard attention shocked both her and Frank. "Ohh my!" she gasped. "The first thing you're going to have to do in the film," he said, "is give one of the actors a blow job. Have you ever done that before?" "You mean put a penis in my mouth?" "Call it a cock," Joe said, "and I mean, suck it, lick it, take it down your throat and jack it off until it cums in you and on you." "Uhhh..." her mind was reeling from the dirty words and actions he was describing, "No, I haven't done all that before." "That's why we're going through a dress rehearsal," he said, "now start sucking my cock!" Misty gently grasped his thick cock, noticing for the first time the huge black balls dangling down between his legs. She reached out to feel how big they were and then squeeze them in your dainty hands. "That's right, now wrap those full lips of yours around the head of my cock and take in as much of my shaft as you can." Misty loved the instruction. This was a real main, who was experienced and showing her what to do. Her husband had done nothing but leave her hanging sexually while getting them both in a huge amount of debt. She managed to get his huge tan head in her mouth, but after only a couple inches of his shaft it was as full as it had ever been. "Mmmmm, I can see you've never had a cock before. I bet you could get his whole dick and balls in your mouth with no problem. That's okay, baby, just start lickin' and suckin' the best you can." For some odd reason Misty desperately wanted to please this man. Maybe it was because he was so cocky, or maybe it was because she wanted to get even with Frank. Either way, she attacked Joe's cock with a vengeance - licking up and down his shaft, sucking on each of his huge balls, and then to the disgust of her husband, lifting up his huge sac and licking the underside. "It's so big!" she said gleefully, throwing another dart in Frank's direction. "Okay, enough of the foreplay," Joe said, "let's get down to business...open-wide and say ahhhh, like you're at the dentist." Misty obediently did as she was told, while Joe fed her inch after inch of his mamba snake. She gagged as the fat head started probing the back of her throat. Joe's way to encourage her was crush her firm breasts in the palms of his large hands and then start pinching and tugging on her sensitive nipples. "Mmmmmfgghhh" Misty tried to utter as his cock bore down her throat and his pubic hairs pressed into her lips. "That's it baby, just like a pro. Now keep it loose while I pull back out." Frank watched as the black man in the $1,000 suit continued the conquering of his wife's mouth. His huge 10-inch cock driving in and out of her mouth at an alarming pace. Finally, he started moaning and lurched forward almost knocking Misty on her back. She gripped his ass firmly to steady herself, while her eyes grew saucer-like at the volume of liquid spurting down her throat and into her mouth. Frank watched her pitiful attempt to swallow all of the black man's cum, as he pulled his cock out leaving a whole for the cum to follow and flow down her chin onto her exposed tits. "That was unbelievable," Misty said, obviously impressed. "What time should I be back tomorrow." "What do you mean tomorrow? We've just begun the lessons." "Who else do you have around today?" Misty asked. Certainly he couldn't get it up again so soon, she thought. "I guess that confirms it," he laughed, "you haven't had a black man before. I've got three or four more of those cum shots left. Now take off the rest of your clothes and get that fine ass of yours over here." The next two hours were something Frank wished he hadn't witnessed, because now it would be seared in his mind forever. Joe Darkman had worked his wife up to a feverish pitch by licking her tiny pussy until it was leaking cum down her ass cheeks. Frank had wanted to rush over and pull the man off as he grabbed his thick pole and rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, ever so slightly pushing her cunt lips apart. His young bride had screamed like a bitch in heat, "Give me your big cock, fuck me pleeeease!" The black man was only too happy to comply and slowly parted her practically virgin cunt. "Oooohhh baby, your cunt is soooo tight, I'm half way in so from here on out it's all new territory!" Her muscles clamped down tightly on the thick invader as it continued moving forward through her cunt tunnel and into her womb. "Aaaaahhhh, I feel so full. Francis....it's unreal....oh gaaaaaaahhhhh I'm cummmming!!" she yelled her head flaying back and forth. Joe held her tight, both of her tiny ass cheeks in each powerful hand, letting her get used to his thickness. When she had finished cumming, he started pulling out. "No...No...please...don't pull it out!" she screamed frantically. "Don't worry babe, I'm just getting' started!" For the next twenty minutes, Frank watched as Joe pummeled his wife's tight pussy with his overgrown cock. His eyes kept darting between his wife's face and her continual moaning and groaning to the black mans thick cock and large balls slapping against her ass. Misty must have had three or four orgasms before Joe yelled out, "all right FLIP!" And with that he pulled out of her grasping cunt and flipped Misty over onto all fours. Misty shifted awkwardly. "What's the problem babe? Don't tell me you've never done it doggie style?" He laughed "Well...uhh...actually we haven't. But we've only been married six months." Misty said, feeling vulnerable with her little ass exposed to his view. What a cute little ass, he thought, this project is going to be very fulfilling. "Okay, sweetheart, what you want to do is lean your face down into the bed and arch your back so that tiny little butt of yours is sticking way up in the air." Misty did as she was told, but felt so dirty doing it. "That's it...now spread your knees so I can see that blonde cunt of yours better....Mmmmmm...nice." Francis watched as Joe reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with one hand, while his other hand shifted between rubbing her ass and reaching around to cup one of her large tits. Misty began moving her butt around trying to ride his teasing hand. "Ahhhh...that feels so good." She moaned. Joe smiled, knowing that he had a newlywed undersexed time bomb on his hands. He slowly parted her pussy lips and slid his index finger in and out of her dripping cunt. Frank's cock was raging to its full 5 inches in his pants and he unconsciously felt his hand move to rub himself. The black man's finger looked like a dipstick going down into his wife's little cunt and coming back slick with her juices. "Oooooh, I can't take it anymore, Joe, fuck me like a dog," she squealed. Joe was ready to comply but wanted to work her begging for it even more in front of her wimpy husband. He reached around her waist and began teasing her clit while rubbing the bulbous head of his cock up and down her dripping snatch. Every time she pushed back to try and get his dick in her, Joe would pull back or put his hand on her ass to keep block her actions. "Stop teasing me!" she hissed, "shove that big cock of yours in me." Joe looked over his shoulders at her pathetic husband rubbing his dick through his pants. "Francis, make sure you're taking notes now. This is how a real man fucks a lady. Watch while I split your wife's tight cunt." With that he grabbed Misty's slim hips and drove his ten-inch cock deep in her cunt. "Ahhhhhhh....it's so deeeeeepp!" Misty yelled Joe kneaded her ass flesh as he began the rhythmic fucking motion of pulling her towards him by her hips with shoving forward as deep as he could. Francis sat helpless watching the blur of Joe's cock driving in and out of his wife's stretched cunt. The only sounds were her grunts ever time the black man bottomed out in her cunt and his balls slapping loudly against the back of her legs. 'uhhh...whack....uhhh....whack...' Frank lost track of Misty's orgasms. He couldn't believe the stamina of this man. He kept instructing her on how to move her ass in circles and shove back against him and how to alternate between having her head on the bed and up on all fours so that the camera angle could show off her big tits. Finally, Frank watched the big black cock drive in hard one last time as he held his bride's hips tight against his stomach. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" he roared, gritting his teeth. Frank looked quickly to his wife's face. Her mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. After about thirty seconds, Joe slowly pulled his dripping cum covered cock out of her cunt. Frank looked at the sloppy mess. Her cunt lips were peeled back, revealing a gaping whole with white cum, almost the color of Elmer's Glue, running out of her onto the bed. "Slap" The sound of Joe whacking Misty in the ass brought them all out of a stupor. "Turn around," he demanded. Misty turned around, still on her hands and knees. "Clean my dick off with your mouth," he said. Misty hesitated, "I've never done that before," she said, "you were just in my pussy." "There's a lot of things you haven't done before that you're going to do starting tomorrow. You don't want to look stupid in front of everyone do you?" "No, of course not." "Then clean me up so we can call it a day." Misty grabbed his semi-hard dick daintily between her finger and thumb and slowly opened her mouth. 'I can do this,' she thought, 'for two and a half million dollars I can do anything.' She still had to close her eyes tightly as she licked the mixture of her juices and his sperm off the black pole. Joe watched the tight white newlywed servicing him and thought about all the possibilities this week had to offer. "Hey look," he yelled, when Misty was finishing up, "your pencil dick husband came in his pants. Misty raised her head and looked over at Frank's guilty face and then down at his pants. There was a wet stain right in the middle. Misty rolled her eyes, "pathetic Francis," she muttered. * * * Back in their room, Misty and Frank, finally spoke to one another. The trip in the car had been made in total silence. "You're not going to go through with this, are you?" Frank finally said.