Wanda

CHAPTER V

Wanda breathed deeply, slightly delirious. Her heart was thundering behind her lovely breasts. Her brain was swimming.

When Mr. White had helped her onto the couch, her elbow had brushed against his erect penis and she had almost swooned. Never had she been this close to an engorged cock.

He was gone now, in the back of his office, behind the velvet curtains. She could hear a refrigerator open and close. Ice cubes tinkled in glass, and there was a gurgle of liquid being poured. She sighed. What was happening to her?

Oh, she knew only too well what was happening!

Her cunt had never been this swollen. She could feel a tiny pulse inside. It seemed to lay behind her clitoris. If she were to press it with the tip of her index finger, it would twitch pleasantly and then begin to sting like a mild electric shock.

She smiled to herself as she cupped her pussy mound. The feel of the warm leather resting to either side of her hand always made her feel very sexy.

When Mr. White reappeared, his robe was closed. Wanda sighed to herself, but it came out more like a sob caught in her throat. She found she was breathing even heavier now.

"Here, my dear,” Mr. White said kindly, handing her a glass. “I made us both a cocktail to soothe you and to toast to our agreement, if that's all right."

His voice sounded so smooth and friendly. None of the gruffness of his initial greeting remained. He was smiling. He had beautiful teeth. Wanda's eyes wandered from his face to his body. This muscular build wasn't often seen in a man his age. She loved how strong he looked.

As she sipped, she smiled over the rim of the glass. “I feel better already,” she said, glowing at him. Her eyes now and then discreetly glanced down to his lap and the folded material of his gorgeous robe. It was quite closed now and she couldn't even make out the outline of his penis. She sat there, so close to him that she could smell his aftershave lotion and even a little underarm sweat, which was not at all unpleasant. She couldn't make herself believe that she'd actually seen her very first hard cock.

It was simply incredible!

"Are you coming down with something, Wanda? By the way, you can call me Andy.” As he said this, he deliberately crossed his legs, his robe slid open and Wanda's eyes fled to his naked knee.

"Perhaps it's a little too warm in here. Is that it, Wanda?"

"It might have been,” she replied, “but it's all right now."

"Maybe if you unbuttoned your blouse a little,” he said. And without waiting for the young girl to answer, he did it for her.

"There,” he said, opening the folds of her blouse so that her brassiere was exposed. Wanda said nothing. When she felt his fingers caressing her neck and sneaking inside the blouse to touch her bare shoulders, she closed her eyes. “That feels so good, Andy. Yes, I am feeling much better,” she said, giving a long sigh.

"Maybe your bra is too tight,” he said, putting down his glass. He would need two hands now. “It looks tight, you know."

"Perhaps,” she said in a soft voice and then, with her eyes still closed, she allowed him to push her blouse off her shoulders. He slid the tiny straps of her brassiere halfway down her arms, exposing the glorious swell of her creamy white breasts, almost to the nipple.

"Does that feel better, my dear?"

"Oh yes, it's much cooler,” she said. Wanda opened her eyes. Mr. White's robe parted again as he shifted his position. Now she could see the outline of his penis beneath the material. He noticed the movement of her eyes as she looked down at it. She said nothing.

"You have lovely breasts, Wanda.” His fingers were now caressing her breasts, snaking over the fabric of the brassiere, touching her nipples through the cup. Wanda moved closer to him when he increased the pressure of his hands.

"Thank you. I like them."

"Very pretty, Wanda,” he said gently and then began to pull the brassiere all the way down. Wanda's luscious naked breasts flowed out of the cups and jiggled ever so slightly on her chest. She exhaled deeply.

"Thank you,” she repeated, looking down as his strong fingers as they manipulated and massaged her exposed breasts.

"Do you like that?"

"I love it,” she sighed, a wide grin crossing her lips. “I love it… I love it."

If this were not a signal to continue, he didn't know what was, Mr. White told himself. He shifted his position again and his slowly stiffening cock slipped through the folds of his dragon gown to become fully visible. He bent forward and planted a sweet but moist kiss on each flowering nipple.

"Ohoooooo, that is nice,” Wanda moaned. She closed her eyes as his lips closed over her hardened nipple and he teased it with his tongue. He moved his tongue circularly over one, then the other, all the while holding the heavy curve of her breasts in his hands, and gently squeezing them as if kneading dough. Her body grew heavy and warm as his mouth opened wider to take in more of her breast. When he drew his head away from the intoxicating, sweet taste of her flesh, her pink nipples were glistening.

When she opened her eyes again, his enormous, white cock was inches away. She caught her breath and held it as if she were swimming under water.

"My God!” she exclaimed, looking at him. “Oh, Mr. White… it's magnificent!"

This was the boldest client Mr. White had ever enjoyed. “Is it?” he mumbled, his eyes dropping to take a long look at his lewdly exposed cock.

He was about to draw one of her little hands toward his cock when suddenly it occurred to him that he'd better put up the “OUT TO LUNCH” sign. Wanda's eyes followed him curiously as he went to the door. When she heard him locking it, she smiled to herself, and took another long sip from her glass.

"Now we won't be disturbed, my dear."

"I hope not."

He resumed his seat and began to play with her naked breasts once more. Wanda slid back in the couch, letting her skirt ride up high. She closed her eyes again as she felt his mouth and lips and tongue worship her lovely, bare flesh.

Mr. White's tongue ran up her sloping curves. He bit gently and then fiercely on her erect nipples, and buried his face in the hollow between her breasts, clasping each with one hand to make a soft pillow for himself. He pressed her breast to his cheek, turning his open mouth to it, and sucking, running the whole of his tongue over it. He tweaked her nipples, making her squeal with joy. He breathed deeply, inhaling her thick fragrance.

Her skirt had climbed high enough for him to see the bands of leather around her upper thighs. They framed the mound of her cunt, pushing it out, slightly accentuating the swell of it. He drew back, surprised. He had never seen anything quite like it before.

"What's this?” he asked. He could see where the nylons were connected to the leather, drooping significantly to expose the white flesh of her thighs.

"Oh, just garters,” she said smiling. Then she explained how she used them to arouse herself. He wondered why he hadn't given more thought to them when he first saw them through the one-way mirror. The brown leather was unmistakable when contrasted against her white flesh. It aroused him.

"Well, that's a new one for me,” he said brightly. “I must admit that it's extremely erotic, that leather wrapped around your thighs."

Wanda slid her skirt and panties down, over her legs and kicked them to the floor. White watched her sheer nylons fall away from the leather garters at the tops of her thighs. He could see where they rose to ride into the folds of her cunt. Though the leather seemed soft, it was really firm and inflexible. Some of their tan length was darker where the moistness of her desire had accumulated, both now and in the past. She had fastened them tight around her thighs and they left marks on her flesh.

Wanda spread her legs wide, feeling the cool air brush against her moist cunt. It was extremely arousing to her to expose herself this way, garters and all. She adored how Mr. White looked at her. His pupils seemed dilated with desire. She could feel her flesh growing more moist with every moment, with the leather soaking up her sweat. It was exquisite, being admired in this obscene position with her most secret parts exposed.

His head moved closer to the space between her open thighs and he inhaled deeply. She raised her knees, spreading them wide so that they rested flat on the surface of the sofa. He took a hold of her breasts again, squeezing them hard. A thousand pinpoints of pleasure fluttered through her body.

He began to moan, moving in closer to where he wanted to be. His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, his fingers running around the band of her garters. The leather was smooth to the touch. He tried to slip a finger beneath one of the garters, but they were too tight. He kissed the insides of her thighs, licking around the top of the garters. She pulled his head against her body. When she loosened her grip, he drew away slightly. He saw that her cunt was flowering magnificently, wet and wide open.

"It's so beautiful, your cunt. It's just lovely, so pink and so young."

"I'm a virgin."

He raised his face to hers. It was dripping with the sweat of his desire. He licked his lips and smiled, happier than he'd been in days. His cock thundered with ravenous lust for her.

"I don't believe it."

"It's true. Kiss it. You can taste it if you want,” she said softly. She opened her thighs wider, then drew them up and clasped her lower arms around them so that her hairy cunt lips and her tight little asshole were visible.

"Yes. Taste my cunt and you'll see, Andy. Kiss it and you'll taste a virgin. Someone else told me that she… I mean that they couldtaste that I was a virgin."

Mr. White stared at Wanda, shaking his head in utter disbelief. Where did girls like this come from? Was she pulling his leg? It was incredible!

He gazed at her cunt and her asshole. She was not only unbelievable, she had to be one of a kind.

Wanda saw him leering at her asshole-she could tell he wasn't looking at her cunt-and she moved further back onto the couch, putting her long legs straight up into the air. The high heels and sheer nylons she wore looked like magic as she swung them up in the air, twisting her shapely ankles. Mr. White, now down on his knees, was busy sniffing her anus, now and then dipping his tongue into her hot, moist hole.

"Oh, that feels so sexy,” Wanda squealed. “Oh, yes, Andy. Wherever did you learn to do that? To tongue my little asshole?” Wanda exclaimed, wiggling with pleasure. She cupped her own breasts, massaging and caressing them. “How on earth did you know, Andy, that I would like that… it's so nice… so sweet. Yes… oh, yes, put your tongue into my ass. You do it so well,” she said, whimpering and holding his head. She clasped her wet thighs around his head, hugging him tightly in a vise-like grip as he licked and chewed and tongued her tight little asshole.

When Mr. White finally pulled up for air, she was rubbing her soft cotton panties over her face, neck and bare breasts.

"You're a very kinky girl,” Mr. White said with some admiration as he watched her pleasure herself with her panties.

Shaking his head in pleasant surprise, he gently led her right hand in the direction of his fully erect cock.

Wanda smiled sweetly into his eyes then, kissed him on the mouth, and cuddled closer to him as she curled her long white fingers around his pounding cock.