Wanda

CHAPTER IV

Memories of her first experience with Alice Long and the strange, but thrilling sensations that accompanied it kept Wanda pleasant company as she finally completed the real estate agent's application for rental.

As she put the pen down, she sucked momentarily on her fingers the way a child would. The sight of this was particularly entertaining for Mr. White who was still watching Wanda through the cleverly designed panel that separated him from his client.

By this point, his prick was thundering in his fist as he whipped and massaged it, and a great debate began to take place in his brain. Should he continue watching sweet, sexy Wanda through the panel and bring his almost bursting cock to full eruption or should he interrupt and return to his office after slipping into his clothing?

But the question was answered for him, despite his evolving decision to save his orgasm for her, as he saw Wanda thrust her finger back to her cunt. She began to rub her clitoris vigorously with the tip of her finger, her legs spread as wide as they could go in her chair. He squeezed his cock even harder at the sight of her masturbating herself. Her hand worked frantically around the enlarged circle of her sex, her eyes closed tightly in her ensuing pleasure. She began to squirm in her chair, moving her buttocks on the surface of it, as if her hand was still and her body was moving around it.

Then she dropped her head to the tabletop and let out a long moan, her entire body suddenly frozen. Racked with the pleasure of her release, she began to shake up and down on the chair. Mr. White could no longer hold it in. He bore down on the base of his cock and with the palm of his other hand, rubbed the tip of it. He then drew his hand away from the tip and squeezed the shaft, shooting three or four spurts of semen into the air. When he came, he forced his eyes to stay open, not wanting to lose sight of the lovely girl in the throes of orgasm on the other side of the mirror.

After a few moments rest, he dressed in his brocaded Japanese dressing gown with a handsome embroidered dragon, covering his bulky, naked body with the shiny, expensive robe. He entered his office through the long, velvet curtains with the flair of an important Shakespearean actor, which in some mild way he resembled.

"Well, my dear,” he said, hastily seating himself behind his great desk, “I assume you've completed the application by now?"

Wanda wondered about the flashy dressing gown for a moment before putting the thought away. Why shouldn't he dress as he wanted? It was his office-his home.

"Yes, sir, Mr. White,” she answered. She would have dropped dead right then and there had she known this handsome gentleman with the beautiful white hair had actually been kneeling within two feet of her as she sat with her skirt up and her panties down, masturbating herself as he simultaneously jerked off his prick.

"Good, my dear. Let me have a look at it. I hope you haven't told any lies on it,” he laughed.

"None,” answered Wanda, rising from her chair to hand her application to Mr. White. She chose a new seat on an old leather couch and sat, smoothing down her skirt and feeling the tightness of the leather garters secured around her thighs.

"Thank you.” He looked for a pair of rimless spectacles on the desk, found them, put them on. “Well, what have we here?” This was rhetorical.

As Wanda sat opposite him, slouching very comfortably on the couch, which smelled as if it had once been very, very rich and had seen much better days, she casually allowed her skirt to climb up her legs, exposing a wide expanse of nylon just above her left knee.

Her hand absently strayed to the buttons of her blouse, already undone to the fourth button. Now, she undid that one, too, glancing down to see the creamy white cleavage between her luscious breasts. They were so dreamy from this angle, she thought.

"Ah hah! I see that you know a certain Mrs. Alice Long? Is that correct?” Wanda had decided to list Alice's name on her application after all.

Mr. White had checked her references before anything else. “Yes. Why yes I do. Do you?"

Mr. White cleared his throat noisily. “Yes, I do, as a matter of fact. She's a neighbor who has made considerable trouble for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I have another reference to put in her place,” Wanda said, rising to her feet.

"No no,” he said, motioning her back onto the couch. “That's not necessary. She will do nicely. If nothing else, I do trust that woman where financial affairs are concerned."

"Oh, I am glad,” Wanda sighed and once more, while Mr. White's eyes were hidden behind the pages of the application, she rearranged her skirt. This time she made quite sure that much more of her sheer nylon stockings would be visible when, and if, he should look.

As she waited, she began humming under her breath. The lovely scent of her cunt rose up to her nose, exciting her. Her cunt was very hot now. She could feel it becoming more and more wet as she sat there.

Her breasts were still sensitive from the way she had pinched them while she'd filled out the application. She desperately wanted to play with them just then. She wanted to rip open her blouse and expose them. She would massage her lovely globes, tweak her nipples, pinching them really hard. She would spit on them so that she could rub the saliva into her flesh. She loved that. The more she imagined it, the wetter she grew between her legs.

Mr. White coughed. “Well,” he began, shifting his bulk in the chair, “I don't see why we can't do some business. I have several places you might like, nearby and one some distance. They're all the same price."

Wanda brightened. She uncrossed her legs, conscious that Mr. White was looking at her panty-clad pussy. This excited her. She was ravished with hot desire, yearning to be naked, to exhibit herself. She could barely control herself.

"Oh, I'm so happy I could dance!” she cried, tossing back her head, her long hair bouncing delightfully on her shoulders. She was aware that her breasts had done a little dance all their own.

"Good. Very good,” said Mr. White, smiling expansively. He went to a board on the wall on which hung different sets of keys. He selected three. He turned to face her but as he did, he made no effort to close the folds of his handsome, dragon dressing gown.

From experience, he knew that as he turned, the folds of his gown would fly open. If luck had anything to do with it, young Wanda would catch a quick glimpse of his semi-erect cock, and his heavy hanging balls. She would at least get a glimpse of his strong muscular and very hairy thighs and legs.

But, he told himself, he would pretend not to notice that he had given Wanda a view of his cock. He would affect total ignorance of having exposed himself as he did.

His feigned ignorance would permit him, once he sat down, to allow the gown to remain open. He would then call Wanda to the side of his desk, so that she could affix her signature on the application-and get an even fuller view.

By this time, Mr. White knew, his thick cock would be smoldering nicely, even throbbing. He would deliberately take his time showing her the little “x” she was to sign next to.

Mr. White had pulled this act many times before. He knew it was more or less guaranteed-the client always glimpsed his cock. It never failed to obtain some kind of reaction.

Mr. White was almost certain Wanda would react positively, given the sexy performance he had just witnessed through his two-way mirror.

"Well, Wanda,” he said, “come here, my dear, and sign and then the keys are yours. What you'll do,” he added as Wanda stood smiling prettily, “is take these keys and go from one address to the other. Let yourself in, check out the apartment, lock it after you leave, and go on to the next. Return when you've made your decision."

He moved, gently opening his gown wider. His penis was long and hot and quite visible. He even glanced down at it. Wanda wouldn't be able to miss it when she came to the desk.

"So,” he smiled cordially, “come here, and sign in. All right?"

"Yes, but of course,” she cried and hurried to the desk, and took the pen from Mr. White's slightly trembling fingers. He opened the first page of the application.

It didn't take Wanda long to spot Mr. White's handsome cock! She gasped, caught her breath, and managed to stifle a small animal cry. Her hand flew to her mouth.

"This is the first signature, my dear."

Wanda began to tremble. She was unable to tear her eyes away from his cock, which was slowly surging and moving like a snake aroused from a deep sleep. She was fascinated.

As she scribbled her name, her eyes moved slowly to the agent's handsome face. God, she breathed to herself, he was totally unconscious of the fact that his cock was exposed.

Wanda caught her breath again. She felt funny. This wasn't the first cock she'd ever seen, but it was the first one in a rugged state of tumescence. Wanda was still a virgin.

"Now, my dear, you did read the fine print, didn't you?” he asked pointing to a certain clause having to do with sublet permission.

Wanda's eyes were watering now. So was her mouth. She couldn't believe that she was reacting this way. Oh God, the prick was alive! How could this man possibly not know it was exposed to her view?

Wanda stuttered. “Yes. I under… stand, Mr. White."

"Then put your initials next to the little “x” here."

The closer she leaned to the papers, the closer she drew to his shoulder. She adored the smell of the man, the aftershave lotion, and what she imagined to be the odor of his cock. Again, her eyes sought his cock while he busied himself searching for the next place to sign.

Wanda imagined the silky smoothness of it next to her cheek as she stared at it. Her cunt was now leaking profusely. Even her little anus was twitching, just the way it had under Mrs. Alice Long's ministrations.

But more than all of this, her breasts were positively aching behind her erect nipples. The longer her eyes caressed his prick, the longer and stiffer it seemed to grow. She grew more passionate and lustful and nervous with every second.

Wanda could no longer keep her body from shivering and trembling. She was covered with hot sweat, could feel the perspiration dripping between her breasts. The insides of her thighs were wet and the crotch of her cotton panties was positively drenched with her cunt-juices.

"Are you quite well, Wanda?” asked Mr. White, looking up at her. Wanda's face was as red as a beet. “Oh, my dear,” Mr. White exclaimed, “are you all right?"

"Yes. I think so… yes."

"Let me get you a little whisky,” he said, smiling to himself as he helped Wanda back to the couch. Of course, he did not bother to belt his robe. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wanda's pretty eyes glued to his cock, which was now beginning to stand up straight against his flat belly.