Chapter 1

It was always a relief for Alice to get away from the hazy cigarette-smoke infested atmosphere and the continual noise of the rooms of the gambling joint. Not that she found the time dragged for her duty hours in the saloons of the Gregley Club. Far from it. A curvaceous dish such as Alice Marlow was never given time to be bored amidst the noise and activity of the roulette and dice tables. Always there was a gambler, a client ready to buy her drinks in exchange either for her encouragement or her sympathy if he happened to be one of the unfortunates on a losing streak.

It was not one of these unfortunates who was responsible for her leaving the club at this moment. Indeed, it was a man who had been on the crest of a winning streak that had cost Marko Hymes plenty. Marko didn't like paying the weekly wages to his staff, let alone paying out to a winning client who had headed straight out of the place as soon as his winnings topped the three grand mark. Fearful that John would not be returning to the club to play again, and so give them a chance to get even, it had not taken Marko long to find out where the big winner was staying and what he was doing in town.

John Graham was the name of the client who had to be kept on tap to bring his winnings back to the Gregley establishment and he was just about to turn in after his very happy and successful evening's gambling, when he heard a soft knock at the door of his hotel bedroom, and who should be find there when he opened it but one of the attractive girls he had noticed at the gambling club.

Alice had been brought by taxi in company with one of Marko's henchmen and given her instructions. Whatever else she had to do, she had to make sure this John Graham returned to the club on a subsequent evening before he left London. There was nothing exclusive about the Gregley to make him return there, except that he had been lucky there, but if there was a woman he fucked and desired... well... then he would be almost certain to return. Alice had to be that woman, she had to make this elderly visitor to town want to see her again, and he would only be able to see her if he came back to gamble at the Gregley.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Graham looked at his shapely visitor. "I thought you were in the club this evening? Didn't I see you there?"

Alice closed the door. "Yes, I was there. I saw you too. I thought you looked like a man who was in London for only a short time and you looked lonely. Of course, if you don't want me to stay I will go at once." She turned towards the door. She knew he had been greedily and intently looking at the low-cut neckline of her gown. His eyes had feasted on the brimming full contours of her breasts as they almost burst from the tight confines of the bodice. John Graham was surprised at her sudden arrival. He was a long way from his home town. Down from Newcastle on business and with his wife being lonely at home, there was little need for him to be lonely as well... not now, at any rate,

"I... I... I never expected you to follow me up here," he muttered. "I saw you several times while I was at the roulette table. You are very lovely, my dear, I think you are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She smiled at him, her expression sent thrills of lustful anticipation through his veins. When she patted his chubby face with her delicately manicured hand and told him she had looked at him many times while he was in the club, he felt he was ten feet tall. His response was totally predictable, his arms came around her waist, he pulled her closer to himself, found she was far from unwilling to let him kiss her. He pulled her tighter to his body as soon as he realized she was not going to object, and she felt the bulge of his thickening cock as it started to erect and form a stiff wedge between their bellies. She ground her belly and the upper part of her thighs against him. She had a job to do, she had to get this man to desire her time and time again, and yet although she would get well paid by Marko if she was successful, it was not only the money that made her try and excite this robust old fellow. She was a woman, a full-blooded hot mature woman... and this man seemed to have a real nice cock and balls...

It was when he ran out of breath that he had to drag his mouth away from her clinging wet lips. His hands slid down from her hips to her fleshy cheeks. Not so many minutes later John Graham was stripped down to his pajamas and Alice had taken off the quite expensive gown so that it would not be creased or soiled. She was letting the lucky-streak gambler hug and embrace her, fondle her and excite himself with his lewd clutches of her lovely body. In only her black strapless bra, black matching nylon panties, a black and gold suspender belt, and her stockings, she made the most ravishing vision old Graham had been allowed to enjoy for many a long year.

"Your wife still alive, darling?" she asked him quietly, anxious to know if he was a widower or a man enjoying himself who could be put under pressure at a later date.

Graham was trying to ease his eager fingers into the shallow cups of her bra. He got his finger tips on her nipples and was beginning to rub them before he nodded in answer to her question. "Yes, dear, my wife is very much alive. She's up in Newcastle where I come from and she'd die of shock if she knew what I was doing at this moment."

They both laughed. Alice fell back across his bed letting her shapely nylon encased legs heave and jerk about to excite him even further. When he leaned on top of her to kiss her again, she clamped her hands over his hands that covered her tits and made him roughly massage her globes. Then to make sure it was clear to him just how far she wanted to go, she dragged his right hand down to the elastic waistband of her panties and made him thrust his fingers under the band towards her crisp curled black hair. She lay murmuring words of endearment to him as he tenderly stroked her cunt-hair, and then added softly, "You have a lovely touch, darling, your wife is a lucky woman, take my panties off if you want to darling... I want you to feel my cunt properly."

It was many a year since John Graham had fingered his wife's pussy in this lewd exciting fashion and when he raised himself to stand beside the bed, the lustful arousement he was experiencing was clear... through the open fly of his pajama trousers reared his thickly erected penis, throbby and jerky. She was sincerely delighted at the virility this elderly man was showing, she heaved herself to a sitting position and reached up her back to get the clasps of her bra undone. She had her eyes feasting on his huge aroused prick.

"Darling," he was thrilled to hear the emotion in her sweet voice, "Darling, you want to give me that wonderful cockie, don't you, darling? You are going to give it to me, aren't you?"

He took the unhooked bra from her, she saw his hands tremble as she handed him the intimate article and his eyes were setting on her now completely naked tits that lolled free and naked in their sheer white glory. She cupped her left breast with both palms, lifting it so that the pinky nipple was upward thrust, "Kiss my nipple darling, if you want to," she slyly invited him. He sank his face eagerly down to the raised tits, her murmurs and soft cries of pleasure were not acted. Alice was enjoying his anxious greedy way of gobbling at her raised knocker, she reached sideways to clasp his prick, she was both amazed and delighted to find the elderly cock was still growing, it was hard and firm, she had had far less virile shafts from men half his age. The way he was sucking at her firm rubbery nipple was making her impatient, she jerked at his throbbing shaft hard, knowing that he would not be able to stand much of that. Quickly he grabbed her wrist and made her slow the tempo, then he had both hands to the waist of her panties and began to push them down. He raised her up so that she lifted her ass and made it easy for him to slide the flimsy wispy panties down over her thighs and knees.

"Now you've got my panties off," she teased him. "Play with me some darling, I love you playing with me, you are so masterful with a woman, darling. Play some more with me... please."

The poor old fool was quite taken in by her apparent wish to have him toy further with her and that she thought him a superman at this womanizing. His own sex-life with his wife was a slow and boring affair, he always had the feeling that his wife Martha wouldn't worry if he never touched her again, yet here was this lovely young woman asking him to thrill her with his fingers and his kisses. He was already imagining what it was going to be like having these lovely nylon-sheathed legs wrapping themselves around his waist, what it was going to be like to sink his aching rampant prick hard up into her welcoming nest. Alice was lying back on his bed, letting him kiss her breasts while he gently frigged her between her open thighs with his hands. She knew from the way in which he kept easing away from her, how he slowed up his kissing and fingering, that he was afraid of coming-off. She knew she would have to let him fuck her very soon, or he would be angry with her for teasing him along too far. By mutual consent, by unspoken agreement, he was levering himself over to come on top of her. She held his cock in both hands as she carefully felt and guided his hard throbby prick.

"Lovely... lovely... uuurrrgggg..." he seemed to be in a private world of his own delirium as he sank his pole of aching cock into her hot wet cunt between her welcoming thighs. Her hands groped under the jacket of her lover's pajamas, her fingers clawed at the flesh of his over-fat back. She managed to ease the jacket more open so that she could raise her head and sink her teeth into the softness of his shoulder flesh. She bit hard at the flesh, making sure she broke the skin as she urged him on with frantic jerkings of her body and with the frenzied pleadings amid the biting to, "Fuck me darling... fuck me hard... ohaa... harder... fuck me harder, darling."

John Graham was in his paradise. Never before had he driven a woman so insane with lust as to make her give him this sort of love-bite. Her teeth hurt him but he loved the hurt... her crude obscene words forced and urged him to frig her harder than he had ever fucked in his life. He wanted to show this young woman that despite his age he was every bit the satisfying lover that she thought he was.

She lifted her mouth from his shoulder. The trickle of blood from several skin breaks told her she had marked him just as she had intended. He would have her teeth marks on his shoulder for many months, marks that could be used in the artful game of successful and persuasive blackmail if it became necessary. "You lovely man... you wild stallion, you," she urged him on, determined to make him have the most glorious humping of his life. "You wonderful man... you're beginning to make me... make me want... want to come darling. Your wonderful cock is making me want to come darling."

The moment she stopped talking and tried to encourage him with more obscene ecstatic contortions of her impaled body, she noticed he slowed down. He was clearly one of those men who respond to the dirty-talk routine... he would not find her lacking in that sort of filth encouragement, with her mouth close to his ear she used all the dirty slang words she could to him, words that she knew he would never dare to use to his wife, phrases she was sure his wife would rather drop dead than use to him and then it was over... he was filling her with his hot sperm... he was draining himself into her and she hadn't come up here to get her own gratification, had she?... she had made this man realize her luscious cunt could be his to enjoy, she had let him really sample it she was sure that he would be back at the club to find her again...

Once he stopped back into the Gregley and started to gamble back his winnings, she would get her payment for this little interlude... she felt ashamed she had not got used to this sort of deceitful use of her womanly beauty... but Marko would pay her well... very well.

"The boss wants to see you in an hour."

The phone slammed down and Alice still had the heavy jangling tone in her ear several minutes after she too put the phone back on its hook. She had been resting in her small apartment for the afternoon, getting her strength up for the long evening and night of promenading, coaxing, encouraging and encouraging and enticing that her hours of duty in the Gregley Club entailed. She had not spoken to the big boss man since her very successful venture with John Graham. The poor slob had been back to the club to look for her, had finished up gambling for the next three evenings, and was in debt to the club for far more than he was able to pay in ready cash. Marko hoped his check would be an honest one, if it wasn't then poor old Graham would live to regret the day he tried to pass a bouncer to a smart-alec of the West End. That was over a week ago. Now at three in the afternoon, in the middle of her rest period, the gruff voice of Silas, Marko's right-hand henchman, had summoned her to the big man's office at the club. Alice had her small two-room apartment in a grim old-fashioned house almost next door to the club, and she knew that the 'invitation' had been for an hour's time, so that she could get dressed and make herself pretty for the boss-man.