Chapter 6

The limo pulled up; it was small for a limo, but beautiful and steel-grey. I smiled as I thought that it probably wasn't meant to hold more than two passengers -- except in special cases of course, when everyone would be pretty close together anyway! The driver parked and got out. I looked the limo over and saw that the windows were smoked glass and nothing could be seen inside. I smiled at Richard; he knew I was pleased with it. The driver came around and opened the door for me; I caught my breath as I realized that it was a gorgeous woman, wearing a very un- businesslike grey tail-coat and body-suit with fishnets. She was incredible, big tits, hard nipples jutting out through the silvery material, smooth, voluptuous thighs showing through her fishnet pantyhose... I felt my body giving a tingle as I looked her up and down.

Richard chuckled. "I see you approve. Tanya Marimont, this is my chauffeur and assistant, Virginia."

I smiled and shook her hand. "Tanya's a new model for Beauty," said Richard. "How do you think she'll look?"

"Oh, perfect," said Virginia in a deep, husky voice. "I think she's wonderful for the magazine."

"Glad you think so."

Virginia held the door open; Richard motioned me inside. Holding my thighs modestly together, I got into the limousine; I saw as I climbed onto the plush seats that there was plenty of room in the back seat. I took off my boots and tucked them under the seat. Richard got in after me; I snuggled deep into the soft seats and felt the velveteen caressing my fishnet-clad legs.

Richard moved close to me; I leaned against his warm body as Virginia got into the driver's seat. I was sort of embarrassed to have her so nearby -- there was a thin glass panel between the driver and passengers, but it had a hole cut in it so she could hear everything and if she looked back, she could see plenty through the lightly smoked glass. But I guessed she was used to it. Richard was notorious as the best fuck in publishing. I smiled up at him; Virginia looked back and winked at me.

"The Wambala?" she asked.

"That's right," said Richard. "And don't hurry, all right?"

Virginia winked again, turned around and started the car. She was really gorgeous; I could see her blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders as we pulled out onto the street and picked up speed. Richard leaned closer to me; I stretched out on the seat and put my feet up, letting him admire the length of my beautiful legs through my black stockings. The compartment was luxurious and sexy; it turned me on being about to get fucked in a limo on the way to a hotel to get fucked again. Richard let his hand rest in between my slightly parted legs; I stared deep into his eyes as he slid his fingers up to the hem of my fishnet stockings and stroked my inner thighs gently.

He leaned down and kissed me; his tongue snaked into my mouth, coaxing me closer to him. I put my arms around him and kissed him back, stroking his lips with my tongue, feeling my cunt get wet as he sensuously petted my thighs. Richard kissed me deeper, running his fingers in tiny circles on my bare inner thighs. His tongue gained ground, moving farther into my mouth as I begged it deeper with tiny flirtatious thrusts of my tongue; I tickled his mouth and he responded by thrusting his tongue into me.

He moved his fingers over the outline of my body, touching my sensitive breasts through the clingy top, sliding his hands underneath my leather jacket. I leaned forward and gently bit his neck, tasting his salty, delicious flesh, as he pressed into my erect nipple. He seductively stroked the outline of my demi-bra, his fingers slithering from one side of my breast slowly to the other, pressing deep into my cleavage, fleetingly pinching my hard nipple where it jutted out against the silk, over the lacy outline of my bra. He unbuttoned my top button and I snuggled closer, begging him to go further. Richard continued unfastening my top, pulling the silk out of the way, exposing my breasts where they stretched out above the lacy half-bra.

He pulled the flaps apart, getting it open all the way so that it hung down over one of my bra straps and my shapely, pale shoulders. I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall in between the seats; I arched my back so the silk shirt fell open wider and displayed more of my gorgeous breasts. His fingers trailed down and stroked their way around the sensuous curves of my upper breasts. I breathed into his ear, "Oh yes," wanting him to stroke my breasts roughly. They were tingling, aching for his touch; as I pressed myself closer to him, he moved his hand down and touched my hard nipple. I gasped suddenly; pleasure shot through my body. He started massaging it gently, making it harder and more erect, making me want more of him. I pressed my open palm hungrily against his hard cock where it bulged against his pants; he let out a grunt and firmly punched my nipple. He knew just how to do it; it didn't hurt at all but just made both aching breasts light up with pleasure. He slid his hand underneath the lace of my half-bra, covering my whole breast with his warm grasp. I stroked his cock more firmly, realizing how big he was, my head swam as I thought about feeling him inside me. He stroked my breasts more roughly; as I kissed his neck, he leaned against my body and pressed me back so that I lay stretched out on the plush seat, my ass lifted and pressed against his leg through the rumpled leather skirt. He bent down and pressed his mouth against my upper breasts; I sighed as he started nibbling and sucking at my sloping cleavage. His tongue pressed out and he tickled me softly with it; I felt his mouth easing down as he lifted my breast with his hand. He pressed his tongue against my hard nipple and I gasped in pleasure; he started licking it around the very top of my demi- bra and I squirmed, pulling my hand away from his cock and lifting my arms over my head, laying back and letting him tongue me. As he licked he reached up and touched the fastener of my bra, which hooked it in between the wire supports which held my tits up so beautifully. He undid it quickly; the lacy material dropped away and he pressed his lips down over my nipple, opening his mouth wide so he could take most of my large breast into it. I moaned as he started tonguing me; he licked quickly and hungrily and I arched my back, pressing his tongue against my nipple. I reached up and tugged my bra out of the way; he put his hand on my other breast and started massaging it while he licked quickly up and down. I spread my legs, opening them and slipping my fishnet-clad feet over his thighs so that my knees bent perfectly to display my luscious thighs. I lifted my tits against him; he stroked roughly, sucking hard and easing his free hand back in between my open thighs, petting in tiny circles at the hem of my fishnet stockings. I sat up slowly, opening my legs wider so he could get under my leather skirt. He pulled his mouth away from my breasts and kissed me roughly; I could taste the sweat from my breasts on his tongue. Richard's fingers probed deeper up underneath my skirt, tugging at my garters teasingly, pulling my garter belt down so that my french-cut panties adjusted themselves against my ass and my dripping cunt. I felt him getting closer to my pussy; I wanted him to finger me. I was aching to get felt-up again; I had loved it in the restaurant and I wasn't about to hesitate now. I whispered, "Feel me out. I want to have your finger. I'm wet for you." Richard kissed me again on the lips and then started nibbling at my ear and kissing my neck, licking it softly and turning me on even more. With one hand he stroked my naked breasts while he eased the other further up my thighs. I was sitting up, but I started to lean back as I knew he was going to finger me. I leaned further back into the soft seat and he brought his fingers up, lifting my skirt.

I whimpered as he pressed into my tight cunt-folds through my silky panties; he pressed harder and I put my hand back against the bulge of his cock. I wanted my panties off; they kept him from putting his fingers all the way into my cunt. As if reading my mind, Richard slipped a finger up past the elastic of my panties' leg and tugged the thin silky flap of material out of the way. I breathed heavily as he put his fingertip up against the hole of my cunt, I felt it going in and pressed my whole body against his. I felt my naked breasts stroking his shirt, my nipples hard and throbbing from his tongue and his teeth. "Oh yes," I panted. "I want it."

Richard put his finger in deeper; I whimpered and groaned in ecstasy. I glanced at Virginia; we were on the freeway and she didn't even seem to notice us, despite the fact that I was wild with ecstasy and was making incredible noise! I looked back at Richard and let him see my eyes begging for his fingers; he eased his finger out. Then he slipped both hands deep under my skirt and took hold of my panties.

I lay slowly down on the seat again, stretching out so he could see my whole body. He lifted my ass in his hands and slowly took my panties off. I had put them on this morning over my garters, knowing quite well what a business meeting would mean! I didn't want to take off my fishnets, not yet, at least and this way he eased my panties down my thighs and my legs, then over my ankles so my naked ass and cunt pressed against my leather skirt. He lifted the black lace panties, inspecting them with approval; they were skimpy, barely a g-string, and entirely lace. I had known he would like them; for now, though, he tossed them on the floor of the limo and leaned back on top of me. He started kissing my breasts again, roughly and hungrily. I moaned as he bit my nipples softly; he pressed his tongue against them and started flickering it up and down, encouraged by my panting moans. As he did, I lifted my ass and he slipped both hands back underneath my skirt, lifting it. He pressed his fingers in between my open thighs; I whimpered as he massaged my legs and got closer to my cunt. With one hand he grasped my tight ass so he could better get at my cunt; he pressed one finger in between my swollen folds and against my cunt-hole. I whimpered, horny for his fingers, as he slid his fingers into me -- first one, slowly in and out. I bit my lip to keep from screaming; it felt so good, then another finger, two at a time, slowly, torturously slowly into my tight pussy and back out again. I wanted more -- he tongued my breasts and made me beg for it as he slid the two fingers back into me. I panted: "More... oh, my cunt needs more..." He slid his two fingers out, then in again -- my whole body was alive with ecstasy as he felt me up! He shoved faster, then, as I begged, he dragged his two fingers out and put three up there.

I moaned, totally unable to control myself, as he slid three fingers slowly in and the out of my cunt. I writhed, shoving my tits rhythmically into his mouth. He pressed harder, stretching me out as he put the three fingers back into my cunt. I was stretching, but all I could feel was incredible pleasure! I whimpered as he slid them in and out, in and out, finger-fucking me against the plush velveteen seats. I writhed against the sheets, aching to come. I had gotten so turned on at the restaurant, and it felt so good to have him fucking me with his powerful fingers. I was getting close, too, but I had to have more. I panted in rhythm with his three fucking fingers. "Put them all inside me!"