Chapter 4

"Nothing like a good piece of ass first thing in the morning," Dan said, smiling over at his wife as she cracked two eggs into the frying pan.

Denise looked back at him and smiled. He had fucked her long and hard again that morning, and now both of them were feeling charged up and happy.

Dan didn't even glance at the newspaper, he just looked over fondly at Denise as she cooked his breakfast. Her plump ass cheeks and long slim legs were very visible beneath the sheer, peach- colored material of her dressing gown.

"Hey, honey," he said suddenly. "I forgot to ask how your photo session with Phil went yesterday. I just couldn't get over it when he asked if he could use you for a model for the Nights of Greece perfume ad. Jesus--pretty soon, your face is going to be seen in magazines all over the country!"

Denise nearly dropped the spatula. She had put the incident with Phil out of her mind, and now she'd have to lie about it to Dan.

"That's only if he decides to use the pictures, Dan, After all, I'm not a professional model. I might not look good on film. And he's got so many beautiful pro models to choose from."

"Honey, you're as beautiful as any of 'em! Besides, he said he wanted to try you in that ad partly because you don't have that hard, professional look so many of those models get."

"Well, uh, thanks Dan. But we'll just have to see. I won't be that upset if he decides not to use me for the ad."

"He'll use you. Jesus, but you're gorgeous!" He got up from the table and walked up behind her, kissing her lightly on her neck and cupping her silk-covered tits in his hands.

Denise laughed. "Not now, sweetheart. You're going to be late for that big sales appointment!"

Of course, she was right, Dan realized. He had a big deal to close that morning, and he couldn't be late for it. Besides, he had to go pick up the cost breakdown chart he'd tried to pick up last night when he'd discovered Gibbs fucking his secretary.

He let Denise serve him breakfast and then finally left the apartment, determined to make a sale. Denise breathed a sigh of relief when he'd gone. She made herself a cup of coffee and spread out on the couch.

She needed time to think this whole thing over. But no sooner had she taken her first sip, than the telephone rang.

"Hello, sweet, sweet baby..." Phil drawled. "Ready for another modeling session this afternoon? Got the negatives from yesterday, and they're sensational. You're perfect, babe."

"You-you've got to be kidding!"

"Hey, babe don't sweat it! I'm serious! Look--we had some fun yesterday, but I'm talking business. I wanna try some new camera shots today and," a huskiness came into his voice, "if you want to pursue some other activities besides, well, I'm game."

Denise hated herself. She sighed. "What time?"

"Twelve-thirty." A note of triumph was in his voice.

When Phil let Denise into the studio, she was surprised to see a handsome young man sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the props. He had close-cropped blond hair and deep-bronze skin, and he was wearing some sort of skimpy loincloth.

Phil had peculiar expression on his face.

"Great to see you, pretty lady," he said. "Uh, Denise, this is Paul Downs. He's going to be in some of the pictures with you today. Got to have a nice Greek god for a foxy Greek goddess." He chuckled and nodded toward the boy.

Denise said hello and walked behind the curtained partition to change into her flimsy tunic. Phil really did seem to be serious about taking pictures that afternoon, and she was a little disappointed.

The first hour of the photo session went pretty smoothly. All Denise had to do was lie stretched on a deep purple rug, a bottle of Nights of Greece next to her, while Paul sat facing her, preparing to feed her from a bunch of grapes.

Denise thought that Phil had been very clever in setting up the props. She was sure he'd get some great pictures and had no doubt that the ad agency would snap them up.

But she couldn't help staring at the sinewy muscles all along the young man's arms and chest, his flat tummy, and his well- shaped, tanned legs. He was just about the handsomest guy she'd ever met.

She was beginning to feel that familiar itchy, tingling sensation in her clit and the weird spasming in her stomach that signaled she was getting turned on.

"Now let's get a picture of Paul leaning over you and kissing you," Phil called from behind the camera. "Got to add a little more romance to the scene.

Paul seemed very eager to oblige. He moved over and slid next to Denise, placing his warm hand under her chin and gently turning her face toward him.

His skin radiated a spicy clove-like scent that excited her.

He leaned over and brushed his lips across hers, then kissed her, stabbing his tongue into her mouth. Denise responded with her tongue, and she felt the thick cunt juice begin to drip from between her legs.

The boy slid in closer next to her, putting his arm around her and crushing her against him.

She could feel his hard prick throbbing against her pussy through her tunic. His breathing was becoming ragged, passionate.

She reached down between them and pressed her hand against his crotch, feeling his hard lump of prickmeat. She rubbed her hand along the length of his cock and was incredulous. His prick had to be at least ten inches long, and so thick, she wondered if she could hold its whole circumference in her hand.

"Mmmmmmm," Paul moaned when he felt her touching his prick.

He brushed her hand aside and reached down, unwrapping his loincloth. Then he pressed her hand back up against his hard cock.

She broke their long kiss. "Aaaaaaaaaaa don't..." she sighed.

But she explored his cock with her fingers and began to grind her ass cheeks together as she grasped his huge rubbery cockhead and then made her way down his smooth thick prick shaft to his perfectly symmetrical balls.

"Oh my God!" she gasped.

She undid the clasps holding the tunic at her shoulders and shook her head and arms till the material slipped down and off her tits.

The boy smiled and sighed when her large soft tits were revealed.

"Oooooh," she sighed when he reached down and covered the top of one luscious tit globe.

Just seeing his bronze-colored hand contrasting against her milky-white tit was enough to make her grind her cunt against his immense hard-on.

When the boy felt her hard, dagger-like nipple, he grunted and bent down, nipping at her neck.

"Uggggghh..." she groaned. "Suck my tit--suck it!"

Paul quickly slid down so that his face nestled between her plump tits. He thrust his tongue out and licked it all around her huge tits, stopping to flick it playfully around her long hard nipples.

"Oh yeah," she sighed, her pussy bubbling over with her cunt juice, creaming her thighs and staining the thin material of her tunic.

He sucked one large nipple into his mouth and began kneading the surrounding tit-flesh with his hand.

"Aaaaaah, Christ!" Denise gasped. "It feels so good!"

She reached down and pulled the folds of material up over her hips. She was not wearing any panties under her tunic, so she could rub her bare pussy against Paul's chest.

When Paul felt her wet, hairy cunt pressed against his skin, he sucked her nipple harder, his cock jerking and his heart beginning to race. He slid his hand down and rubbed his palm between her thighs.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he felt the fat lips of her cunt and her thick pussy juices dribbling onto him.

"God, you've got a wet cunt," he gasped, sliding his finger up and down her greasy pussy slit.

And as he sawed madly into her hot wet cunt, he found her throbbing, blood-engorged clit.

"Jesus Christ!" he rasped. "You're one hot mama!"

Her clit was so swollen with lust, it had distended and hardened just like a miniature prick, and every time he pressed it with his finger, she shuddered and moaned, her face distorting into a grimace of insane desire.

"I want to suck your cock, baby--got to suck that fine cock of yours," she moaned.

"Oh yeah, suck my prick, mama! Suck my prick!" he wheezed.

He rolled over on his back, clutching his erect cock in his hand and jacking on it. His lip trembled and his eyelids fluttered.

Denise quickly got up and stepped out of her tunic. She stood over the beautiful boy, one foot on either side of his calves, and she knelt down, planting her ass on his thighs.

"Mmmmmmnn," she moaned as she grabbed his cock, and he let go of it. She licked her lips in anticipation. "Oh, baby, I want to suck you off. Mmmmmm, yeah. Your prick's gonna taste good."

She couldn't believe she was talking this way--like some two- bit whore. But these words came naturally to her now as she gazed at Paul's stiff rosy prick.

She lowered her face over his cock and licked experimentally around the rim of his prickhead.

"Aw, shit!" the boy gasped, bucking his hips and ass while he felt her hot wet tongue.

She licked his cock some more, sticking her tongue in his piss slot and taking up some drops of pre-cum that oozed from it.

Then she sucked the whole head of his prick into her mouth. His cock-knob had a rubbery texture, and it was throbbing like it had a pulse beat.

Fuck, he tastes good, she thought. Her cunt was churning and oozing a mess of sticky cunt juice all over his thighs. She kept sucking down on his cock, taking in more and more of his prickshaft, twirling her tongue around his stiff cockmeat. She wanted to take his prick down to the root, but it was fat and long, and she couldn't quite do it without gagging.

"Oh, shit! Suck my cock!" Paul gasped, pressing his palms to the floor, thrashing his head from side to side.

She came up slowly, sucking her lips over her teeth, exerting pressure on his prickshaft as she sucked his cock all the way up to his prickhead.

She grabbed his nut sac and played with his hairy balls as she swooped down again, licking and nibbling farther and farther to the base of his cock. Then she relaxed her throat muscles and took his whole prick in her mouth and throat without gagging.

"Oooooh, fuckin' shit!" he cried.

He grabbed the back of her head and forced her head down farther till her mouth rested on his nuts.

She thought she was going to choke, but she took a deep breath through her nostrils and held his cock tightly in her hot mouth. Then he yanked at her hair and signaled her that he wanted her to move back up his prick.

She came up slowly, this time baring the edges of her upper teeth and scraping along the tightly stretched skin of his cock.

"Shit, mama! You fuckin' cocksucker! Suck me faster. Yeah beat my cock and suck it hard!"

Never in her life had anyone spoken to her like that before. She could feel her clit twitching and her stomach spasming. This foul mouthed beautiful boy was turning her on, and he was barking orders at her like she was dirt. She loved it!