There’s a casting couch, a beautiful friend, the friend’s handsome dad, the friend’s friend and a wife with a fetish

Sunny loved to masturbate. She had her hand inside her
jeans underneath her panties, and she was finger
fucking herself good. It was Saturday night; she was
watching an Orlando Bloom movie on HBO.

“Ahhhh yeah,” she moaned as Orlando kissed his leading
lady. Sunny’s finger jiggled in her tight cunt. She
loved to bring herself to the brink of orgasm and then
hang there. She slid her ass to the edge of the sofa.
Her legs were stiffly spread; her mouth made an ‘O’ of
sexual anticipation as her finger twitched over her
clit.

On the screen, Orlando dramatically swept off his
shirt. “Oh yeah, that’s it, you big hunk,” thought
Sunny. She loved how his well muscled body looked, not
weightlifter heavy, just lean and sexy. He gracefully
slid into bed with his leading lady and kissed her
hard. In fact, there was a whole montage of kisses and
caresses and looks of carnal desire. Glimpses of her
tits and his tight butt flashed across the screen.
Finally, the couple went at it, frantically humping one
other.

“Oh fuck, yes,” moaned Sunny. Her finger slammed in and
out of her pussy. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard…hard.”
Her body became rigid and trembled as the liquid
slapping sound of her palm hitting her clit filled the
room. “Ohhhhhh…” she whined in a long gasp as she
came.

Sunny caught her breath before she carefully arose from
the sofa. She didn’t want to leave any evidence of her
orgasm on the leather upholstery. She loved her more
than spacious living quarters, and she wanted to keep
them pristine. She lived in the home of her employer,
Ashton Wagner and his wife Sarah.

Sunny couldn’t believe how lucky she’d been in landing
her job. She’d grown up in the small town of Upnor,
North Carolina. By the age of eighteen she’d already
finished high school, plus she’d also taken most of the
classes need for an associate’s degree in business from
a local community college. One day, one of her teachers
had called her into his office. He had a friend in
Wilmington on the Atlantic coast. His name was Ashton
Wagner, and he was a producer in the television and
film business there. Wagner needed an assistant, but he
didn’t want to advertise and have to sort through
scores of applications. Was there anyone Sunny’s
teacher could recommend? The teacher had recommended
Sunny.

Sunny knew there was one good reason she’d been picked,
besides her good grades. Her teacher had the hots for
her. That was understandable. At five-feet three inches
tall Sunny was a walking wet-dream. Her full c-cup tits
stood round and firmly her chest. She had a heart-
shaped bubble butt that left guys staring in her wake.
In between those two fantastic assets was her tiny
waist. Add in a sweet face, large brown eyes and long,
full brunette hair and she had a killer package.

Sunny had squealed with delight and accepted his offer
before he even knew what happened. All that he got out
of the deal was a quick feel of her breasts on his
chest as she gave him a brief hug. Not that he had a
chance at more. Sunny was no virgin, but she was hardly
experienced at sex. She’d had exactly one serious
boyfriend. They’d gone between the sheets a few times,
but then he’d gone to college. The school wasn’t all
that far away, but apparently the sexually
adventuresome college girls had been more appealing to
him than waiting for the weekend and a skinny little
high school kid. Sunny had been a late bloomer and he’d
missed out.

The next day was Sunday. It was a day off for the
Wagner’s maid and cook. Since Sunny lived at the house,
she’d volunteered to make breakfast. That had been her
treat to her parents on Sunday mornings at home. She
was a whiz at breakfast food. Mrs. Wagner had arisen
early and taken only coffee and toast. She sold real
estate and she’d left that morning to show a house. She
was a tall, elegant blonde who was always impeccably
dressed.

Once she left, Sunny sipped at coffee and read the
paper until Mr. Wagner got out of bed. He came into the
kitchen wearing a gown and smelling of aftershave.
“Good morning,” he told Sunny.

“Good morning,” said Sunny. “Would you like some bacon
and eggs?”

“That sounds great,” Wagner said. He took Sunny’s place
in the nearby breakfast nook, sipped at a fresh cup of
coffee and read the paper while Sunny cooked. At least
he read the paper when he wasn’t looking at Sunny.
Damn, the girl looked hot this morning. She was wearing
probably what she’d worn to bed. Her outfit was a pair
of violet colored string pants that set low on her
hips. She had a matching tank top that left her midriff
bare and showed off her impossibly slim waist. He bet
that he could make his fingers touch around that waist,
or maybe it just seemed that way because her tits
filled her top to overflowing. He bet that he could
bounce a quarter off the material stretched tight
across her ass.

“Here you go,” said Sunny as she put the breakfast
before Mr. Wagner.

“Thanks, dear,” he said. As he ate, he watched Sunny
move around the kitchen. He especially liked it when
she reached for something and stretched her tits tight
against her top. She stood on tiptoes reaching to
replace a jar on a high shelf, and Wagner swore that he
could see the rounded bulge of her tit as it peeked
from under her top. He felt his dick begin to grow
between his legs. That was no small matter. He sported
a thick nine inches and he wasn’t wearing any
underwear. He wondered what she would do if he stood up
and exposed his erection. After weeks of watching Sunny
flounce her amazing body, he was willing to risk
finding out. After all, if she didn’t like it, he could
simply claim that it was an accident.

Wagner vacillated; he read his paper and drank more
coffee, but his hard-on wouldn’t go away. He notched up
his resolve and loosened the belt on his robe. When
Sunny finished her work in the kitchen and turned in
his direction, he stood and said, “Thanks for cooking
breakfast, Sunny, it was very good.” He twitched his
hips and felt his robe brush along the stone hard nine
inches of his cock as it fell into the open.

“You’re wel…come,” said Sunny. Her voice broke when
she saw her employer’s cock flop out of his robe. “Oh
my,” she whispered.

Wagner studied Sunny’s reaction. She wasn’t running out
of the room. In fact she seemed mesmerized by his cock.
He looked down and feigned surprise. “Oh, I am so
sorry,” he said. He pulled his robe loosely closed over
his cock. In fact it was so loose that his cock was
uncovered once more as he stepped closer to Sunny.

Sunny ogled the huge hunk of man-meat that was closing
in on her. Mr. Wagner was tall and handsome and he was
looking at her with hunger in his eyes. “Sir…” was
the only thing she could say.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “You did this to me.”

“I did?” said Sunny. As she watched, a wad of pre-cum
formed at the tip of his cock. It twitched and the wad
spurted onto the floor. Mr. Wagner came closer; his
cock waved from side to side, pre-cum sloshed out at
every step. Suddenly, she was in his arms. His steel
dick shoved against her flat tummy.

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” said Wagner.
His hands roamed over her form, squeezing her tits one
second and her ass the next. He thrust his tongue in
her mouth while his hands went inside her pants. The
soft skin over the twin globes of her ass felt like
heaven.

Sunny didn’t know what to think. One second she was
cleaning up after breakfast and the next second her
boss had her in a hot clench. His tongue was like a
snake in her mouth, twisting and turning like a wild
thing. Her heart was pounding madly. She broke off
their kiss with a loud gasp and said, “Sir, we
shouldn’t be doing this.” But when she looked down and
saw the cum covered head of his cock, she couldn’t
resist reaching out and grasping it in her fingers.

“Oh yes,” groaned Wagner. He couldn’t believe that this
hot teen was fingering his cock. He took the hem of her
top and peeled it over her tits. They were as
magnificent as he had imagined. They were full and
rounded, high and firm, yet they tapered ever so
slightly to perky nipples. He could feel the heat from
the reddened flush of her perfect skin. He gave
reverent kisses to the top of those perfect breasts. He
was about to lick the jutting nipples when a noise
intruded on his sex addled consciousness.

Thunk. The sound of a car door closing made the
impromptu lovers jump. “Oh shit,” cried Wagner,
“Sarah’s back already.” Mrs. Wagner was home from
showing the house. He tried to pull away from Sunny,
but the girl had too tight a grip on his stone hard
dick. “Sunny,” he hissed loudly. He shoved his hips
forward once more and her grip loosened somewhat. Damn,
but he was hot and so close to an orgasm. The fact that
his wife was getting nearer just made him want it more.
He plunged his cock back and forth, fucking Sunny’s
hot, cum-slick hand.

Wagner came. A shot of cum leapt from the tip of his
mighty cock and streamed across the kitchen floor; more
cum followed. He hadn’t shot a load like this in years.
“Sunny,” he said weakly and she finally released his
dick with a startled gasp, putting her hands to her
face as she watched the incredible streams of cum that
flowed from his cock. He staggered backward as the
streaks of cum lessened to drips and drabs and he could
cover his dick with his robe and flee the kitchen.

Sunny had the presence of mind to grab a handful of
paper towels and wipe up the hot, soggy mess that Mr.
Wagner had made. She was stuffing the towels in the
garbage even as she heard Mrs. Wagner’s steps in the
hallway. At the last second, Sunny reached up and
pulled her tank-top over her exposed boobs just as Mrs.
Wagner walked into the kitchen.

“Well, I’m back,” said Mrs. Wagner. She laid her purse
on the kitchen counter.

“How did it go?” said Sunny, trying not to look as if
she’d just jerked off the lady’s husband.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she sighed. Apparently, the showing
hadn’t gone well. “Is Mr. Wagner up?”

Sunny choked back a laugh at the unintended pun. “Yes,
ma’am,” she managed to get out. “He just finished
breakfast.”

“Hmmm…” said Mrs. Wagner. She poured a cup of coffee,
gathered up the newspaper and left the kitchen.

Sunny went back to her room. She’d masturbated the
night before, but damned if she wasn’t ready for more.
She didn’t think her fingers would do. She pulled a
suitcase out of her closet and opened it on the floor.
From underneath a heavy jacket that she kept stored
away in the summer, she pulled out an oddly shaped bag.
Out of the bag came something only a woman could
appreciate. She’d been the captain of her high school
softball team, and at the end of her senior season the
team had given her a present. Sunny had gasped with
laughter when she’d seen the multi-function dildo. The
thing would pulse and writhe and vibrate. It even had a
curved piece with a little forked end that fit over her
clit.

Sunny dropped her pants and panties and flopped on the
bed. She spread her legs and eased the dildo into her
cunt. She didn’t need to worry about lubrication. Her
vaginal lips were already puffy and moist from Mr.
Wagner’s talented fingers; not to mention the sight of
his magnificent cock. In other words, she was already
so hot and horny she could hardly stand it. She set the
dildo to twisting in her pussy as her mind went back to
just a few minutes ago. “Damn, did you see that dick?”
she mumbled to herself. “It was so fuckin’ big, I can’t
believe it.” She hit the button that made the dildo
softly vibrate. “Mmmm…” she moaned, remembering his
kiss and the way his heart pounded in his muscular
chest.

Sunny’s hips were pulsing in time with her writhing
dildo. She set the dildo to vibrating at its highest
speed. “And I made him hard,” she whispered. “I made
that big dick swell up.” She was nearly there. She
pressed the dildo’s plastic tongue against her clit.
“And then it shot off,” she moaned. “It shot soooo
muuuuch stuff.” Her pussy clenched and she was cumming.
“So much stuff…and more, and more cum,” she groaned
as her hips rose and she shoved the dildo in and out of
her flowing pussy. Sunny felt her orgasm approaching.
She held the plastic tongue of the dildo against her
clit. “Ohhhh…” she gasped. The vibrations on her
sensitive sex-button were almost too much to bear. Her
back arched as she ground out her cum on her bed.

Thirty minutes later, the dildo was hidden away once
more. Sunny had taken a shower and dressed in shorts
and a tee-shirt. She had to decide how to spend the
rest of her Sunday. She doubted that it would be as
exciting as the morning had been.

There was a soft tap at her door. When she opened it,
Mr. Wagner stepped in. He was wearing running shoes,
shorts and a mesh tank top. The Nike Swoosh was
emblazoned on all of his expensive gear. “Sunny, I
couldn’t get you out of my mind,” he said. He was
staring openly at the twin swells of her tits.

Sunny could see his dick already growing in his shorts.
“But your wife…” Sunny began.

“She’s at the other end of the house with her nose
stuck in the real-estate section of the paper. She
won’t come up for air anytime soon. Besides, she thinks
I’m out running,” he said advancing into the room.

Sunny had to admit that the man looked good. His legs
bulged with muscle as well as did his pecs and biceps.
The man stayed in shape. He came to her and immediately
cupped her pussy mound through her shorts. “Oh sir,”
she protested, but she had to admit that she liked it.
She like the way she made him hard. She liked the feel
of his erection against her hip. He massaged her pussy
with his talented fingers until they were both panting
like two horny teens in a backseat.

Wagner stepped back and pulled aside the leg of his
shorts. With a flourish his dick sprang into the open,
pre-cum slinging sideways through the air. “Look what
you do to me,” he said.

“I did that?” Sunny asked, trying to sound innocent.

“You know you did,” he growled. “Take off your shorts.”

“What?” she said.

“I’ll stay over here; just take off your shorts,” he
demanded. Sunny unbuttoned her shorts and stripped them
off her fine ass. He began to stroke his cock. “Your
panties � let me have your panties.”

“My panties?” said Sunny. They were only plain white
everyday bikini panties, but Mr. Wagner was eyeing them
as if they were exquisite lingerie. As if in a dream,
she pulled off her underwear and tossed them to her
boss.

Wagner caught her panties and lifted them to his face.
He inhaled deeply. “Nothing like the smell of hot
pussy.” He wrapped her undies around the head of his
cock and rubbed his hand around in a corkscrewing
motion. “You have one fine ass, young lady,” he said.

“I have?” asked Sunny. She turned so that her backside
was three-quarters to his view. She looked over her
shoulder and lifted her heel as she’d seen models do in
a thousand ads.

“Oh shit, you know how to show it too,” he moaned.
Sunny slowly shifted her weight from one leg to the
other making her sweet ass sway as the muscles rolled
under her satin skin. She bent over and ran her finger
the length of her vaginal lips, dipping her finger into
her wet pussy. Wagner frantically beat his meat. This
girl was too much. He felt the cum boiling in his
balls. It wouldn’t be long now. “Your tits, show me
your tits.”

Sunny straightened up. She loved what she was doing to
Mr. Wagner. His eyes were glazed and he stood on bent
legs, his hips thrusting out. His big cock seemed to be
swelling even larger. She gathered up the front of her
shirt in her fingers. She lifted the material until she
could grasp the bottom of her bra cups, and then she
pulled out and upwards. With hardly a jiggle, her
shapely breasts revealed themselves to Wagner’s fevered
gaze.

“Fuck yes,” huffed Wagner. “I’m cumming, Sunny, I’m
cumming to those big, luscious tits of yours.” Around
the tip of his cock, Sunny’s panties jumped and
throbbed as they absorbed Wagner’s load of cream. The
material darkened and grew absolutely soggy with his
spunk. Finally, they fell to the rug with a wet splat
as a long drool of cum followed them downward.

The next day Sunny went back to work in Wagner’s
office. For tax purposes it was a separate building,
but it looked as if it were part of his house �
compound really, the place was huge. Her desk sat in a
reception area, surrounded by file cabinets and backed
by a kitchenette and bathroom. His room was much more
luxurious with its large desk, meeting table and
sitting area.

Mr. Wagner came in. He was looking good, as usual. He
was wearing pressed jeans and loafers as well as a
white dress shirt and navy sport coat. “Good morning,
Sunny,” he said cheerfully. “Could you step in here a
few minutes,” he said as he walked into his office.

She followed, and watched as he went to his desk and
began putting files into a briefcase. “Okay,” he said,
“as we discussed, I’ll be in Hollywood about a week.
There’s no need for you to be in the office every
minute. I’ll check in around noon and then you can take
the rest of the day off.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Sunny. She too was looking good
this morning. She was wearing a summer print, strapless
dress along with open-toe pumps. Her auburn tresses
flowed across her bare shoulders.

“I’m going to miss you, you know,” said Wagner as he
looked her up and down. He squeezed his crotch for
emphasis.

Sunny could easily see that her boss was becoming
aroused once more. “Sir, you shouldn’t,” she said as
she watched him rub the length of his cock beneath the
leg of his jeans. “You can’t go to the airport with a
boner in your pants.”

“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to,” he said. He
took Sunny’s hand and led her to one of the armchairs
in the conversation area where she took a seat. He
pulled at the zipper of his jeans, and in a few seconds
his rapidly filling cock was waving in Sunny’s face.

“We shouldn’t…” began Sunny even as her hand went to
his dick. She ran her palm up the length of the
prominent cum-tube and was rewarded with a handful of
clear pre-cum. She smeared it over the swelling lump of
his cock-head. “I mean your wife and everything.”

“Don’t worry about her,” he said, nudging his cock
closer to Sunny’s pouting lips. “I’m going to make some
good deals in California and you’re going to be
included.”

Sunny was no dummy and it certainly didn’t take a
rocket scientist to see what was happening here. She
didn’t want to be an office bimbo. She kissed the end
of his dick and gave him a soulful look with her big
brown eyes. “You’ll get out there with all those
talented starlets and forget about me.” She licked the
end of his dick and a shot of pre-cum splashed into her
mouth. His balls must work overtime, she thought.

“I won’t forget about you,” Wagner said with little
jerks of his hips encouraging her lips to accept the
end of his cock. “That pretty face and fantastic body
can take you far if you let them,” he said.

Sunny licked and slurped at the end of his dick as if
it were an ice-cream cone. “I did some amateur acting
in high school; the teacher said I had some talent,”
she said between licks.

“It just takes the right connections,” said Wagner,
emphasizing his last word by squirting pre-cum all over
Sunny’s full lips. She relented and seized his cock-
shaft with both hands and popped the head in her mouth.
“Oh Sunny, that’s amazing,” moaned Wagner. The girl
knew how to suck a cock. She used her lips and tongue
to make his pre-cum flow like crazy, all the while
jacking him with both hands. Then she sucked hard on
his cock-head, making it swell with hot blood. Wagner’s
dick was so sensitive it was almost painful. At that
point Sunny grazed the tips of her teeth over his
engorged cock-head. “Oh fuck…” bellowed Wagner. His
whole body shuddered and cum erupted from his cock like
a lava explosion. His dick swelled and shot more spunk
than he thought possible.

Sunny gulped down whole mouthfuls of hot cum. The man
was like a fountain. She’d never seen such an orgasm.
No, she thought as she swallowed frantically, he’s not
going to forget this or me.

*

The next day, after Mr. Wagner had made his promised
noontime call, Sunny took advantage of his offer to
take the afternoon off. She really didn’t want to drive
anywhere, so she decided to take a walk. The Wagners
maintained almost two acres of lawn and gardens around
their home. Or rather they hired people to do the
maintenance. Sunny had seen gardeners at work in the
yard, and today as she rounded a tall hedge she nearly
ran over one of the workers.

“Oops, sorry,” she said as she sidestepped a man
wielding a pair of clippers.

“No problem,” said the man. He had stopped clipping and
was openly appraising Sunny’s figure.

Sunny didn’t mind the stare, especially from this guy.
He looked as if he was about her age. He was wearing
the standard gardener’s garb of khaki shorts and
slightly soiled white tee-shirt plus boots and gloves.
He was slim, with wiry muscles and a nice smile full of
white, even teeth. Taking off one of his gloves, he
stuck out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Tommy.”

“Sunny,” she said, shaking his hand.

“It sure is � hot too,” he said, looking up into the
cloudless summer sky.

“I mean that’s my name,” said Sunny.

“I figured,” Tommy said with a teasing smile.

Sunny giggled. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here
before,” she said.

“Well, I’m not here very often, mostly I’m a student,”
Tommy said as he reluctantly let her hand slip from
his. “I work part-time for a lawn care service, so I
get here every now and then.”

“Oh,” said Sunny. They drifted into the shade provided
by the hedge, and talked for several minutes. It turned
out that Tommy was studying writing at a college a
couple of hours drive away.

Tommy checked his watch. “I better get back to work,”
he said, “but if you’re free, I’d like to take you to a
movie tonight.”

“That sound cool,” said Sunny. It had been a while
between dates for her.

They arranged to meet at the local multi-plex. That
evening, Sunny drove her little red Honda Civic � the
economy model, and parked at their agreed upon spot.
Tommy pulled up in a Mitsubishi Eclipse. It was an
older model, but Tommy had tuned it. It had a beautiful
dark green paint job with a gold tint to it, plus he’d
fitted distinctive gold-tinted oversized wheels. Tommy
was in shorts and a tee once more, but these were clean
as opposed to his earlier work wear. Plus, he’d
showered and shaved. Sunny decided that she liked this
cleaned up version as well as the more rugged, outdoors
look he’d sported earlier. She was dressed in shorts
and a tee also. But in her version, the tee was
stretched tight across her boobs, and her shorts were
molded to her ass.

The movie was a romantic comedy. They watched as the
boy and girl met, fought, separated and ultimately, of
course, decided that their love could not be denied.
Tommy proved to be not very shy. Halfway through the
movie he put his arm around Sunny’s shoulder. She
obliged by snuggling. After the movie they had a soda
and talked until it was late. Tommy walked her back to
her car.

Sunny unlocked her car and then turned and leaned
against the door. “I really enjoyed the evening,” she
said.

“Me too,” said Tommy as he put his hands on her hips.
He gave Sunny a perfectly acceptable goodnight kiss for
a first date, and then he proceeded to escalate
matters. Tongues were exchanged, lips twisted and
nipped, noses nuzzled, hands groped asses and pretty
soon pertinent parts of their anatomies were becoming
engorged with hot blood.

“I really, really had a good time,” said Tommy,
catching his breath.

“I can tell,” giggled Sunny. She’d felt the rising
evidence against her tummy.

Tommy looked around. There were cars going by and
people walking in and out of the theaters. “Can I see
you tomorrow?” he asked. “I’ll be back at the Wagner’s.

“I’ll be free about noon,” she told him.

*

Sunny squirmed in her office chair all the next
morning. She’d masturbated her pussy good once she’d
climbed into bed the previous evening. The memory of
Tommy’s probing tongue and wandering hands had provided
plenty of fuel for her orgasmic fantasies.

Finally, Mr. Wagner made his phone call. He gave her
several chores to perform. Sunny decided there was
nothing urgent that couldn’t wait. Shortly after noon,
she set the office phone to record any incoming calls.
She pulled two ice cold bottles of water out of the
office refrigerator and set off in search of Tommy. He
turned out to be working on the same hedge where she’d
run into him the previous day.

“Hi,” said Tommy. He gave her the once-over as she
approached. She was looking as hot as the weather. She
was wearing a canary yellow sundress that started about
halfway down her breasts and ended about halfway down
her thighs. The tops of her up-thrust boobs bounced as
she walked, and her skirt swirled about her tanned
legs.

“Hi,” she said. “I thought you might like a drink.” She
offered him one of the bottles.

“Thanks,” said Tommy. He took the bottle and gave her a
kiss. It was a kiss that went way past hello and thanks
for the water. When they finally came up for air, he
said, “Let’s find some shade.” He took her hand and
they headed for a stand of oak trees.

Amongst the trees, they were in deep, cool shade.
Hidden by the leaves on low hanging branches, and the
impenetrable high hedge, they were in their own little
world. “Good water,” said Tommy. He drained most of the
bottle, and then he stopped long enough to pull off his
tee-shirt. He poured some of the cool water onto his
sweaty shirt, and used it to wipe off his face and
chest.

Sunny wondered if he was going shirtless for her
benefit. Probably, she thought. After all, she’d picked
out her dress to impress him. She leaned against one of
the trees and sipped at her bottle of water. Damn, he
looked good with his Orlando Bloom like lean torso and
evident � but not overly developed muscles.

“I like your dress,” Tommy said.

“Oh, thanks,” said Sunny. She lifted the hem of her
dress and glanced at it as if she had to remind herself
of what she was wearing. She knew that Tommy was
getting a glimpse of the thong she had decided to wear.

Damn she looks good, thought Tommy. Her auburn hair
framed her face and brushed the tops of boobs as they
practically fell out of her dress. His dick was getting
hard now. In fact, it really started to bulge when she
flashed her tanned thighs and barely covered pussy
mound.

“I can tell,” she said with a giggle, pointedly looking
at the long swell in his shorts.

Tommy gripped his cock through the loose material of
his shorts. He stroked himself as he drank in the sexy
goodness of Sunny’s hot bod.

“Stroke that fucker,” said Sunny. She was feeling as
bold as she was horny. She knew that if she could make
the rich, powerful Ashton Wagner drool with lust, then
giving a young stud like Tommy a steel hard erection
was practically automatic. She walked over to Tommy and
locked her eyes on his as she reached down and undid
the button on his shorts. She pulled his lips down to
hers while she unzipped his shorts. Then she stepped
back and reached under the hem of her dress. In a
second, her thong was a small wad of material in her
fingers. She let the wisp of underwear drop to the
ground with a look that asked Tommy what he was going
to do about it.

“Hot damn,” said Tommy as his loose-legged shorts
dropped to his boots. He had a big, wet stain on the
front of his boxers that expanded even as he stood
there.

Sunny lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her shaved
slit to Tommy’s fevered gaze. She giggled as he
struggled to drop his boxers and step out of the
clothing that threatened to trip him.

He advanced on Sunny. His cock was pointed skyward and
swayed with his steps, pre-cum sloshed and dripped with
every step. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he
said with a lusty smile.

Sunny bit at her lower lip and leaned against the tree,
waiting on Tommy. His dick wasn’t nearly as long as Mr.
Wagner’s, but it was just as thick. He came to her and
practically shoved his tongue down her throat. He
palmed her pussy and then stuck a finger inside. Sunny
felt her wetness growing; her juices were close to
running down her thigh.

Tommy lifted her leg into the air, exposing her
blossoming vaginal lips. He leaned back, bent his
knees, and then he made the connection. His dick slid
effortlessly into her hot cunt. “Oh yeah…that’s good
stuff, Sunny,” he moaned.

Sunny should have felt helpless. She had one foot on
the ground as this lust addled guy shoved his cock in
and out of her pussy. But she didn’t mind, it was a hot
fuck, and she hadn’t had one in a while. She let Tommy
do all the work. Sweat streamed down his face and
chest, making his muscles glisten in the summer sun.
“Come on, fuck me faster, Tommy. Fuck me harder,” she
urged him on. He growled and doubled his efforts to
satisfy this demanding, hot piece of ass.

“Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh…” Sunny moaned as she got her wish.
She came. She had to steady herself against the tree as
her trembling orgasm nearly sent her sprawling. .

“Your cunt…I can feel your cunt pulling at my dick,”
cried Tommy. Suddenly he staggered away, grabbing at
his juice drenched cock. His hand flashed up and down
on his fiery red meat and then he was cumming. Streams
of hot spunk shot from the end of his dick. It was like
a gun reloading and firing as he thrust his hips
forward and his butt muscles flexed, sending his cream
allover the little hideaway.

“That’s so hot,” said Sunny, admiring the torrent of
cum she’d induced.

*

Sunny sat at her desk the next morning. She daydreamed
of Tommy. That had been one hot fuck. She wondered when
there would be another one. He had been vague about
when he would be back to work at the Wagner’s. Plus, he
hadn’t asked for another date. For a half second, she
had some self-doubt, but then she looked down at the
swell of her breasts and her shapely legs. Surely he
couldn’t walk away from this, she thought with a smile.
She was so engrossed with the daydream of his slick
cock rushing through her pussy that she jumped when the
phone rang.

“Wagner Productions,” said Sunny into the receiver.

“Sunny, how are you?” said a feminine voice.

“Marcia, hey,” said Sunny. Marcia Johnson was a friend
from her childhood. Their fathers had been business
partners for some years, so Sunny and Marcia had grown
up together. Marcia was almost two years older than
her, and Sunny had been content to let her take the
lead in their play. They had grown apart when Marcia
began high school. She had become a tall, willowy
blonde who was a favorite with the boys. In fact, one
of those boys had been Sunny’s boyfriend. Marcia had
casually stolen him and then later dropped him simply
because she could. Sunny and Marcia hadn’t spoken for a
year after that. They’d made up of sorts when their
families had gathered together for a Christmas party.

“So how’s school?” asked Sunny.

“Oh, I’ve got another semester to go,” said Marcia.
“I’m stuck at home for the summer.”

“That must be awful,” said Sunny in a teasing tone.

“You’ve no idea,” Marcia said dryly. “Daddy insisted on
a family vacation, so we’re here at the beach. We’re
going to spend the day at Pirate’s Cove tomorrow, and
we wondered if you could join us?” Pirate’s Cove was a
water-park surrounded by a shopping mall on the beach.

“Sounds good to me,” said Sunny. They talked some more
and made plans for the outing.

The following afternoon, Sunny met the Johnsons as they
pulled up at the Wagner’s home. There were hugs all
around. The Johnsons admired the Wagner’s house and
gardens and Sunny promised them a little tour if they
had time later. Then they piled into the Johnson’s
Lincoln Navigator and headed for the park. Marcia
drove, with her mother in the front passenger seat,
while Sunny and Mr. Johnson, Ed, sat in the back. They
talked all the way to the park. Mr. Johnson touched or
rested his hand on Sunny’s knee whenever he wanted to
emphasize some point or another.

She didn’t mind this little intimacy though. She’d
always thought that Uncle Ed, as she’d grown up calling
him, was a very cool guy. He was one of those men who
just got better looking with age. She liked his salt
and pepper hair and the laugh lines around his ice blue
eyes. And speaking of eyes, she liked the way his
traveled admiringly up and down her body.

They arrived at the park, Mr. Johnson bought them all
passes, and they went to the dressing rooms. Sunny had
worn a two-piece swimsuit and a beach jacket along with
sandals. She stored the jacket and sandals along with
her bag in a locker.

“Love your swimsuit,” said Marcia after she’d finished
storing her paraphernalia.

“Thanks,” said Sunny. She had picked the suit because
it was practical � her assets weren’t likely to fall
out of it � as well as good looking. The halter top was
a hot pink number that allowed her generous tits to
play peek-a-boo on all sides while still being reined
in. The navy, with pink accents, hip-hugging bottom did
much the same for her great ass.

“I like yours too,” said Sunny. Marcia had the tall,
thin frame of a fashion model. Sunny noted that her
bikini top had to scoop and gather and push to make
some cleavage. She doubted that the girl sported more
than an A-cup. Not that her naturally blonde hair and
delicate features didn’t make up for any lack of tits.

“Ready, girls?” asked Mrs. Johnson. She wore a black
one-piece that had a little skirt to hide the tops of
her thighs. She was a pretty woman who had let her body
become pudgy, to put it frankly.

The trio of women went outside to find Mr. Johnson
waiting. Sunny was impressed. Johnson had good pec’s
and ab’s, and his loose fitting trunks revealed well
muscled thighs. Sunny remembered her father saying that
Uncle Ed ran marathons.

“There’re my bathing beauties,” said Johnson with a
grin.

They all went to the slide area and took their first
plunge. There were numerous slides at the park. As the
visitors moved from slide to slide they increased in
steepness as well as added twists, turns and other
features. By the third slide Mrs. Johnson had reached
her limit. “I think I’ll just stay in one of the
pools,” she said.

“Me too,” said Marcia. “I think I’ll get some sun.”
She’d been tugging and pulling at her suit. The thing
wasn’t meant for serious water sports, unless you
counted catching lecherous stares from men as a sport.

“Wimps,” said Mr. Johnson with mock disdain. “How about
you?” he asked Sunny.

“I’m game,” said Sunny, eyeing the other slides.

“We’ll catch up with you cowards later,” said Johnson
with a laugh to his wife and daughter. He took Sunny’s
hand and they walked to the escalator that would take
them to the top of the slides.

Sunny bit her lower lip as they waited in line for the
next slide. It was steep and she could hear screams as
the sliders disappeared over the edge. “You want to go
in tandem?” asked Johnson when it became their turn.

Sunny watched as a teen couple screeched their way down
the slide together. “Okay,” she said. She situated
herself in the water flowing over the top of the slide.
Johnson sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her
waist. The hairs on his chest tickled her back, but she
liked the feel of his muscled arms on her tummy.

His lips were at her ear when he said, “Don’t pay any
attention if I scream like a little girl.”

Sunny giggled and then they were off. She wasn’t sure
if he screamed, but she knew that she did. She held
onto his legs for dear life as they whooshed down the
torrent of water. With a final yelp, they skidded into
the pool at the bottom. Sunny laughed as they waded to
the edge. “That was fun. We’ll have to do the rest of
the rides like that,” she said.

Sunny noticed a funny look on her Uncle Ed’s face.
“Sounds good to me,” he said after a second of
hesitation. They went down more slides, holding one
another tight.

As they approached the last and most daring slide in
the park, Sunny realized what the look on her uncle’s
face meant. Her Uncle Ed was becoming aroused. She
stifled a giggle. After all, she had been grinding her
ass into his groin for several minutes now. And his
hands had been groping at her tummy, sometimes reaching
the tops of her thighs and sometimes brushing at her
breasts.

Maybe he was copping feels or not, but Sunny was glad
that her Uncle Ed was there for the last slide. She
watched as bathers were dropped into a maelstrom of
turbulent water, swirling in circles as they dropped
lower until they were deposited in a deep pool.

“Ready?” asked Johnson as he nestled close.

Sunny swore that she could feel the lump in his trunks.
She shimmed her ass, rubbing against his throbbing,
growing lump as if she was settling in. She squeezed
his thighs to her sides and said, “Let’s go.”

Johnson pushed off. Sunny yelped as they dropped and
the swift rush of water shoved them sideways. “I’ve got
you,” Johnson halfway yelled into her ear. He certainly
did have her. He’d wrapped his arms around her chest,
seizing her breasts. He’d also brought a leg over hers,
spreading her thighs and pressing his calf onto her
pussy mound.

Sunny felt as if she was in some sort of a weird
wrestling hold. She didn’t mind though. She shrieked
with laughter as their bodies bounced and twisted
against one another. His leg gave her pussy a rough
massage and he was groping at her tits as they went
round and round. Despite all the tossing and turning,
Sunny found herself hunching her suddenly aroused cunt
against her Uncle Ed’s leg. She felt as if she could
well and truly manage an orgasm if she had enough time.
But she didn’t.

With a final twist, they broke into the open. They
separated as they fell into the pool. Sunny was a good
swimmer. She held her breath and stayed under the water
long enough to make sure that her suit was still
covering the important bits. She spun about in the
water and spied Johnson. He had his eyes closed,
kicking for the surface. His hands were busy with his
swimsuit also. One hand pulled the waistband away from
his flat stomach, while the other groped about inside.
Sonny bet that he was hiding his boner before he had to
climb out of the pool. Sunny kicked and pulled herself
underwater until she could arise in front of Johnson.
She managed to brush her nipples up his thighs and
across his hips and chest as she popped out of the
water. “That was fun,” she squealed, and gave him a
quick kiss on the cheek.

“Ha,” he huffed in surprise. He grasped her arms and
pulled her close for a more than avuncular peck on the
lips. “How about we dry off and get something to eat?”

Sunny climbed out of the water. “Okay, I wonder where
Marcia and Aunt Mae got to?” she asked as she scanned
the various pools.

Johnson arose out of the water beside her, glanced
across the crowded park and said, “It would take
forever to find them. I’m sure they’ll eat if they get
hungry.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you in front of the dressing rooms,”
said Sunny. She padded off.

Sunny toweled off as best she could in a wet swimsuit,
ran a comb through her hair and flipped it into a
ponytail. She put on her beach jacket and sandals,
threw her purse strap over her shoulder and left the
dressing area. Mr. Johnson was already waiting for her
of course. He had donned a loose fitting white tennis
shirt over his trunks. They entered the mall and
stopped at an Applebee’s for a snack. They settled on
having an appetizer of potato skins. Sunny drank a soda
while Johnson ordered a pitcher of beer. They talked
about inconsequential things as they ate. Johnson had
emptied the pitcher and was sipping at his last glass
of beer when he said, “Sunny, you were a scrawny little
thing growing up. But you’ve certainly filled out
nicely.”

“Thank you, Uncle Ed,” she said. His face was flushed
from the alcohol and he was ogling her breasts. She
remembered how his hands had felt on that last ride.
Her nipples were still sensitive from where he had
rubbed the material of her swimsuit across them. Her
Uncle Ed � well, he wasn’t really her uncle she had to
remind herself � was definitely coming onto her. This
older, very attractive man, was practically drooling
over her tits and now his leg was brushing against hers
under the table.

“Can I get you anything else?” asked the server who had
seemingly appeared out of thin air.

“Oh, nothing, thanks,” said Johnson as he managed to
drag his eyes away from Sunny. “just the bill, please.”

Johnson settled the bill, and then he and Sunny were
back in the mall. They strolled past the shops,
occasionally remarking on something in a window.
Shortly, they came upon a boutique store. “Do you like
this store?” asked Johnson when Sunny stopped to look
at a display of jeans.

“It’s okay,” said Sunny with a shrug. It was one of
those stores that featured a loud techno-beat as
background music. It had trendy clothes at inflated
prices.

“Let me buy you something,” said Johnson as he took her
arm and guided her into the store.

Sunny didn’t question her uncle’s motives. He had
always bought her little presents. Although the last
thing she could remember was a stuffed bear from about
three years ago. She browsed for a few minutes until a
top caught her eye. It had short-sleeves with a wide
neckline and a crisscross bodice that dropped to a
waist that could be buttoned just above her cute
bellybutton. Sunny smiled to herself. The top would
showcase both her tits and her tiny waist. She found a
color and size that suited her and then got the store’s
single clerk on duty to open a dressing room.

Once in the room, Sunny removed her beach jacket and
hung it on a hook. She wanted to put the top on over
her swimsuit, but decided that it was still too damp.
She had just untied her swimsuit top and hung it with
her jacket, when the dressing room door swept open and
her Uncle Ed popped inside. He quickly shut the door
behind him.

Sunny crossed her arms over her breasts and hissed,
“Uncle Ed, what are you doing?”

Johnson’s eyes immediately went to the sight of Sunny’s
breasts as they swelled above her hands. “Don’t worry,”
he said with a sexy smile. “The salesgirl’s busy with a
bunch of giggly high school girls.”

Sunny had seen that look before, most recently on Mr.
Wagner’s face. She’d teased Uncle Ed all afternoon and
now he was all worked up. In fact, she thought she
could see the bulge of his cock through his trunks and
the long tail of his knit shirt. She liked it. She
wasn’t afraid of her uncle or the situation. She
thought it was exciting.

Throwing back her shoulders Sunny put one hand on her
hip and put a forefinger to her lips exposing her
jutting tits. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she
asked coquettishly.

“Oh damn, you know it is,” said Johnson. He took
Sunny’s breasts in his hands and tweaked her nipples
with his thumbs.

In reaction, Sunny’s hands went to his forearms. She
didn’t try to stop his caresses, but she couldn’t stop
shivering at his touch. It was like an electrical
charge was running from her nipples to her pussy. Her
mouth made an oh of surprise as she looked up, and then
he was kissing her. It was a hard sloppy kiss; his
tongue frantically probing her mouth.

The kiss went on for a while. Sunny fought back with
her tongue until they were both breathless. “Uncle Ed,
what are we doing?” she asked when they came up for
air, as if she didn’t fully well know.

“You’re so hot; you’ve made me hard all day,” moaned
Johnson. He pulled down his trunks to show her. Pre-cum
was streaming from his cock-slit, falling to the floor
of the dressing room. “My balls are about to bust,
Sunny,” he pleaded.

Johnson’s hands went back to her tits and he resumed
his frenzied wet kiss. He hunched his cock against her
flat belly, smearing his cum into her soft skin. His
hands crept lower, stroking and massaging her nubile
body until he was kneading her fine ass, and his
fingers dipped down the front of her swimsuit, pushing
the material off her hips.

Sunny felt her Uncle Ed’s finger worm its way into her
juicy cunt. She was thoroughly wet, and he began to
screw her with one finger at first, and then two. “That
feels too good, Uncle Ed,” she groaned softly. That
seemed to spur the man on. His finger fucking increased
in tempo. Soon the little room was filled with the
slap, slap of his hand on her pussy lips.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh…” Sunny cried in a high whisper. She
buried her face against his shoulder and came big time,
her soft cries muffled in his shirt.

Sunny sat on the little bench of the dressing room,
recovering from her hot orgasm. She kept her eyes
closed and leaned against the wall until her heart
stopped racing and her breathing returned to near
normal. When her eyelids fluttered open, she saw her
Uncle Ed standing there. His hand was holding the shaft
of his cock while weak jets of pre-cum leapt from its
tip. He looked as if he was in pain.

“Come here,” said Sunny. She replaced his hand on his
cock with both of hers. She licked the pre-cum from his
cock-head and then took it in her mouth. She gave his
pulsing shaft a couple of strokes and he exploded in
her mouth.

His day long supply of pent up cum rushed through his
dick. “Oh fuck…oh yes…damn, damn, damn…suck it,
suck it, my little Sunny,” he whimpered softly in time
to the spurts of cum that filled her mouth.

Eventually, Sunny got to try on the top and saw that it
was a nice fit. She left the dressing room and then
signaled Uncle Ed when it was a good time for him to
sneak out. The salesperson gave them a suspicious look
as he paid for the top, but she didn’t say anything
beyond the usual pleasantries of business.

They walked back into the mall concourse. “I think she
suspected,” said Sunny.

Johnson barked out a laugh. “Bunch of hot young girls
trying on clothes in there all day while their horny
boyfriends wait on them? I imagine someone has sex in
those dressing rooms every other day.”

“Uncle Ed, I think you’re turning into a dirty old
man,” said Sunny.

He just laughed and pulled a cell phone from his
pocket. He fiddled with it and then put it to his ear.
“Hi, what are you doing?” he said into the phone.

Someone else talked. Sunny assumed it was Aunt Mae.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Johnson. “I turned it
off before we went swimming. So what’s the plan?” The
conversation ended shortly and he put away the phone.
Turning to Sunny he said, “Let’s head back to the car.
I think they’ve had enough for the day.”

They walked to the Lincoln Navigator. On a weekday
afternoon the big SUV stood out in the mostly empty
parking lot. Johnson started the engine and the air-
conditioner roared to life full blast against the
summer heat.

“Where are they?” asked Sunny, looking across the lot
for Marcia and her mom.

“Oh they won’t be here for a while,” said Johnson with
a wicked grin. “I thought we could spend a little time
together alone.” He reached to his lap and gave his
cock a stroke.

Sunny’s eyebrows shot upwards. “You’re hard again?”

“Damn right…I can’t go soft around you, girl. Let’s
get in the back and fuck.”

“Uncle Ed!” said Sunny, trying to sound shocked and
failing.

“No one can see us,” said Johnson.

That’s true, thought Sunny. The windows of the SUV were
so heavily tinted that an outsider would have to be
standing right next to the car to see inside. Before
she realized what she was doing she had crawled across
the console and into the middle seats. Johnson adjusted
the front seats as far forward as they would go, and
then he joined her via the doors.

“Let’s get these off,” said Johnson. He eagerly
stripped Sunny’s swimsuit bottom off her luscious ass.
Spreading her legs, Johnson dived on her smooth pussy.
He didn’t even make a pretense of gradual foreplay, he
simply locked his mouth on her cunt and split her
vaginal lips with his tongue.

“Oh…oh, Uncle Ed,” cried Sunny as she felt his tongue
delight the tingling nerve ends of her pussy. He
enthusiastically plunged and twirled his tongue in and
out while alternating with long licks at her clit.
Movement caught her eye, and Sunny looked up to see a
white pickup driven by mall security roll by. The
driver, a woman in sunglasses, glanced toward the
Lincoln. Yeah were fuckin’ in here, thought Sunny.
You’re working and I’m getting head right here and now.
The truck rolled on. “Shit…fuck!” yelled Sunny.
Snatching at Johnson’s hair, she came all over her
uncle’s face.

Sunny laughed when her Uncle Ed whacked his head on the
roof of the Lincoln as he fought to get in the seat
beside her. But the pain didn’t slow him down any. He
pulled at the leg of his trunks and jerked his
throbbing cock into the open. “Hurry,” he hissed as he
searched the parking lot for a sign of his wife and
daughter.

“You’ve got a big cock, Uncle Ed,” cooed Sunny. She
swung a leg over his crotch and looked down. Johnson
was holding the shaft of his cock; she could barely see
his fingers past the flared, cum-seeping, purple head.

“I sure do,” growled Johnson. He painted her pussy lips
with his wide cock-head. Squirts of pre-cum coated her
blossoming lips as he eased his way inside. “Oh, Sunny
you’ve got the tightest little cunt I’ve ever felt.”

“Oh, God! Fuck! Uhhhh, shit!” Sunny squealed
shamelessly, looking down at the long, stiff,
glistening stalk of her uncle’s cock stabbing into her
hairless little pussy. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and pillowed her tits on his chest. “Yessss! Fuck
me!…. Fuck me, Uncle Ed. Fuck my little cunny.”

Johnson began to race his cock in and out of her pussy
hole. He couldn’t fuck this hot piece of ass fast
enough. Holding onto Sunny’s smooth round buttocks, he
continued to ram his prick into her up-thrust cunt.
Sunny had her legs planted on either side of his waist,
and her arms flung around his neck as his massive cock
slammed up into her clinging twat, causing her to gasp
and moan with pleasure.

“Ooooohh, Uncle Ed, yes, just like that. Fuck me hard.
Ohhh, yes, deeper. I’m cumming, I’m cumming again,”
Sunny squealed.

Johnson grabbed Sunny by her twin cheeks and lifted her
hot little ass up off his thighs, driving his plunging
cock deep into her squirming cunt as she came.

“Ooooooh, I’m cumming Uncle Ed. It feels so good…yes,
yes…Yesssss.”

Johnson wanted deeper penetration. Knowing that he was
about to bring this horny little girl off a second
time, triggered his ejaculation. He wanted her to
really feel it when he came inside her tight little
cunt. He put his palms under her trembling thighs and
lifted her up, spreading her legs wide at the same
time.

“I’m coming too, baby,” yelled Johnson, shuddering and
hunching his cock deep up inside her incredible pussy.
“Yeah, right up your cunt…cumming up your tight,
sweet, little cunt, your gorgeous little cunt.”

Sunny’s eyes stared wide in orgasm as her uncle’s cock
jerked inside her, filling her quivering pussy to the
brim with load after load of hot, scalding cum.

A few minutes later, Sunny helped Mrs. Johnson and
Marcia fill the back of the Lincoln with shopping bags.
Evidently, they’d spent most of the afternoon in the
mall stores. Mrs. Johnson looked pale and in pain. “Are
you alright?” Sunny asked her.

“Oh, I’ve developed the most awful migraine, honey,”
she said. “I need to lie down. You guys can eat without
me.”

“That’s too bad,” said Sunny. “Let’s just skip dinner.
I’m feeling kind of whacked out too.”

Johnson drove on the way to the Wagner home while Sunny
and Marcia sat in the back. After they were on their
way, Marcia slid over close to Sunny and said, “Do you
think there’s any way that you could introduce me to
Mr. Wagner?”

Sunny examined her long time acquaintance. She suddenly
knew why she had been invited along on their little
jaunt in the first place. Marcia wanted to see Mr.
Wagner. Sunny knew she was ambitious; there was no
telling what she wanted from the man.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Sunny, “he’s out of town this
week.” She could barely keep the disappointment over
her friend’s motives out of her voice. She scored a
small revenge by not offering any more information.

“Oh,” said Marcia.

Sunny sighed. She could never bring herself to be truly
mean to someone. Besides, she was feeling pretty mellow
after several pussy pounding, satisfying orgasms.
Orgasms courtesy of Marcia’s father. “Why don’t you
call me next week? I’ll look at his schedule, and if he
has some free time then you can just happen to drop by
to see me. And then, of course, it would be only polite
to introduce you.”

Marcia clapped her hands and squealed out her thanks,
“Oh that’s wonderful, thank you so much.”

As they approached the Wagner home, Sunny saw Tommy’s
Eclipse sitting on the street. She knew it was his car,
the paint job and wheels were too distinctive. So why
hadn’t he parked in the drive? Had he come to surprise
her? That seemed reasonable, his company wasn’t
scheduled to do any yard work that week.

Sunny said her goodbyes to the Johnsons and entered the
Wagner home through a door that led directly into her
rooms. She wondered if Tommy was waiting for her. She
took the time to change into fresh clothes, comb out
her hair and apply a minimum of makeup.

Sunny left her room looking for Tommy, or failing that,
she planned to raid the kitchen for something to eat.
Her end of the house was given over mostly to
recreation. Leaving her room, she passed a small gym, a
billiard room, den and media room before she came to
the dining room and kitchen. So far then there had been
no sign of Tommy. That was when she heard the laughter.
It sounded like a man and woman having a good chuckle
over something. Maybe, thought Sunny, it was Tommy and
Mrs. Wagner discussing some finer point of landscaping.
She left the kitchen and walked down the hallway toward
the now more subdued conversation. In fact, the voices
were more than subdued; they were downright intimate,
complete with murmurs and soft laughter.

Sunny’s footsteps became quieter as she neared what
proved to be the Wagner’s bedroom. She slowed to a
crawl and peered into the room, unsure of what she’d
find. Moving her head an inch at a time, the room came
into view. She saw a writing table, where Mrs. Wagner
kept her laptop, and then an elegant dresser, and then
a naked Tommy sitting on a chair, looking ardently at
something. His rampant dick stretched from groin to
navel, twitching with his heartbeat. A thin drool of
pre-cum washed over his cock-head. Whatever he was
staring at held him spellbound. That was when Mrs.
Wagner appeared from the other side of the room. She
looked as if she had just stepped out of a Victoria’s
Secret catalog.

Sunny had to admit that the woman was stunning. Her
long blonde hair lay in curls over her tanned
shoulders. She was wearing a gray silk babydoll. It had
a deep v-neck embroidered with lace to show off her
breasts, plus slit sides that revealed matching
panties. She strutted up to Tommy in four-inch
stilettos. “Do you like this?” she asked, smoothing her
hands across the shiny silk.

“You look amazing,” Tommy said.

“I know,” said Mrs. Wagner. She stopped in front of
Tommy with her legs spread and her hands on her hips.
She pointed to the floor as if giving an order and
Tommy hopped off his chair and went to his knees. To
Sunny’s amazement, he began to kiss Mrs. Wagner’s toes.

“Oh shit,” Sunny mouthed silently. She’d heard about
stuff like this, but Tommy wasn’t a wimp. He didn’t
seem to be the sort of guy who needed to be dominated.
But maybe she was wrong. By then, Tommy was nuzzling
Mrs. Wagner’s calf and licking his way up her leg. When
he reached her knee, she put a finger under his chin a
lifted him up. Between Mrs. Wagner’s natural height and
her heels, she was actually an inch or two taller than
he.

Tommy’s hand went to his dick. He almost got in a
stroke before Mrs. Wagner slapped him on the wrist.
“Not yet,” she said in a coo, caressing his cheek with
her fingers. Tommy’s body shuddered as if she’d slapped
his face, and an eruption of pre-cum leapt from the tip
of his dick to fall on Mrs. Wagner’s leg. A whimper
escaped Tommy’s lips. He went back to his knees,
licking the gleaming drops of his seminal fluid from
Mrs. Wagner’s satin skin.

“You do have a talented tongue,” said Mrs. Wagner. “Why
don’t you remove my panties?” Tommy smiled up at the
tall goddess. His palms slid up her thighs until he
could delicately grasp the waistband of her silky
panties with forefinger and thumb. Slowly he pulled the
panties over her luscious ass and down her long legs.
She obligingly stepped out of the panties. Tommy lifted
the wisp of garment to his nose and inhaled deeply. As
if he was making some sort of offering, he straightened
the material and placed the panties carefully on top of
the dresser.

Sunny had to lean back into the shadows in order to be
sure that Tommy didn’t see her. She’d heard of these
domination games, but she couldn’t believe that he was
playing along. She’d taken him for a very masculine guy
with sort of boyish ways. All the same she couldn’t
drag her eyes away. When she peeked back into the room,
Mrs. Wagner had lain on the bed. Sunny took
satisfaction in seeing that Mrs. Wagner’s tits had
sagged slightly to the sides of her chest. Sunny knew
that in Mrs. Wagner’s position, her tits would be
standing high, her nipples pointing straight up.

But Tommy wasn’t worried about her tits at the moment.
He had his face buried between Mrs. Wagner’s thighs.
She was making little hisses and moans of satisfaction.
“Yessssss…uhhhh yes.”

Tommy’s head bobbed up and down. He alternated between
licking her clit and plunging his tongue into Mrs.
Wagner’s cunt. “That’s it…fuck my pussy…fuck my
pussy with that tongue.” She reached down and grabbed a
fistful of Tommy’s hair. She dragged his face to her
pussy. “Come on, eat my twat,” she said with the force
of an order. Her hips flailed as she smeared her pussy
against his lips and tongue and nose.

“Oh damn,” whispered Sunny. Mrs. Wagner’s legs
trembled. She threw her head back and arched her spine.
She looked as if she was in terrible pain, but Sunny
knew she was having an orgasm. She was cumming and she
was cumming good. In fact, she was riding Tommy’s face
like a sex toy. On and on, she hunched against his
face. To say the least, the woman was capable of an
extended orgasm. Poor Tommy was going to be bald and
suffocating if she didn’t finish soon.

No wonder Tommy hadn’t asked her out again. If his
mistress found out, she’d probably cut off their play.
Sighing, Sunny walked resolutely away from the Wagner’s
bedroom. She had fully grown men after her. She
certainly didn’t need to crave the attention of a
college boy. By the time she reached her room, her
empty tummy had reasserted itself. She found her purse
and left the house in search of a thick burger.

*

Mr. Wagner was back in his office on Monday. Sunny
found herself making up for the afternoons off from the
week before. She stayed busy with office work, typing,
faxing and answering the phone. FedEx guys came by
twice a day to take or leaving thick mailers. Sunny was
so busy she didn’t even have time for the playful
flirting that all the delivery men like to direct in
her direction.

It wasn’t until Thursday that Marcia called. “Is he
back yet?” she asked Sunny.

“Yeah, but it’s been crazy around here,” said Sunny.
She looked at her phone. She had two lines on hold at
that moment.

“Can I meet him, like we said?” Marcia was practically
whining.

Sunny sighed; she didn’t have time for this. She
flipped through her calendar and said, “He doesn’t have
anything scheduled after noon tomorrow, but…”

“Oh, that’s perfect,” squealed Marcia, “see you then.”

“But…” said Sunny. She was too late, Marcia had
already hung up.

Sunny half expected Marcia to show up at dawn on
Friday, but she didn’t actually arrive until about
three in the afternoon. Sunny greeted her with some bad
news: “He went to play golf.”

“That’s alright,” Marcia said with a confident smile.
She gestured to the overstuffed piece of pink luggage
in her hand. “I came prepared to stay the weekend.”
They went to Sunny’s rooms where Sunny left her to
settle in. At five, Marcia came back to Sunny’s office.
Wagner was still away from home.

Sunny shut down her computer and did the other things
necessary to close the office for the day. “Want to
take a walk around the grounds? They have some lovely
gardens,” she asked Marcia. She’d been on her ass all
day and wanted to stretch her legs.

Marcia clearly wasn’t enthused about the idea, but she
shrugged and said, “Sure.”

They strolled slowly through the heat of the late
summer afternoon. The flower beds and shrubs were
perfectly manicured, as usual. That made Sunny think of
Tommy. She hadn’t seen or heard from him all week. At
that moment, she and Marcia emerged from underneath a
trellis covered with roses, and Tommy was there,
walking toward them. He was carrying pruning shears,
although he didn’t look as if he’d been working. She
wondered if he’d just spent an hour or two groveling at
Mrs. Wagner’s feet. Sunny was about to say hello and
introduce Tommy to Marcia when the two looked at one
another and said simultaneously, “What are you doing
here?”

Sunny looked from one face to the other. They both held
a mixture of surprise, guilt and anger. “I guess you
guys know each other,” she said.

“Yes,” they said, still looking daggers at one another.

“I’ll just ease on back to the house,” said Sunny. She
left the couple in their standoff.

Almost an hour later, Marcia showed up back in Sunny’s
room. Her mood seemed near enough to normal that Sunny
was encouraged to ask, “What was that all about?”

Sheepishly, Marcia said, “Well, Tommy is my
friend…boyfriend…fuck-buddy…something in there; I
don’t really know. We weren’t supposed to see each
other again until school started in the fall. I thought
he was busy with summer classes. Anyway, it seems that
we’re here for the same thing � getting Mr. Wagner to
notice us.”

“Oh, yeah, he said that he was a writer. Does that mean
he’s written something for Mr. Wagner?” asked Sunny.
She hadn’t thought to add that tidbit into the mystery
of Tommy.

Marcia nodded. “He said that you two had talked. Yes,
he has an idea for a television show. He said that he
gave it to Mrs. Wagner and she promised to give it to
her husband. Apparently, they met while Tommy was doing
one of the gardens.”

That’s not all he’s given to Mrs. Wagner, thought
Sunny. Obviously, the boy hadn’t been stupid enough to
mention his relations with her or Mrs. Wagner,
otherwise Marcia wouldn’t be speaking to her. “Well…”
said Sunny. She was searching for a less dangerous
topic when there was a tap at her door. “Come in,” she
called out.

The door opened and Mr. Wagner entered wearing a
bathrobe. “Hello there,” he said as his eyes went from
Sunny to Marcia. “I didn’t know that Sunny had
company.”

“Mr. Wagner, this is my friend, Marcia Johnson,” said
Sunny.

“It’s my pleasure,” said Mr. Wagner. He crossed the
room and took Marcia’s fingers in hand as if he might
kiss them at any second. “You’ll have to excuse the
bathrobe. I just got home from golfing and took a
shower. I thought Sunny might like to grab something to
eat. My wife’s abandoned me for the evening.”

He turned his head and gave Sunny a quick wink that
Marcia couldn’t see. Sunny had vivid memories of that
bathrobe. She doubted that Mr. Wagner had had food on
his mind when he’d come tapping at her door.

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” gushed Marcia. She was
practically writhing in orgasm as she spoke, although
her fingers managed to stay motionless in his grasp.
“Sunny’s been telling me how wonderful you are, and how
great it is to work for you.”

No I haven’t, thought Sunny. But that’s a great suck-up
line.

“And Sunny’s done wonderful things for me,” Wagner said
with a grin. He released Marcia’s hand, which hovered
in the air for a time. Wagner put his hands in his
robe. “I have an idea,” he said as if struck with
sudden inspiration. “Why don’t we order a nice pizza?”
he said to Sunny. “We’ll have a little party in honor
of Marcia’s visit.”

“Oh, that sounds awesome,” said Marcia. She was back to
gushing.

“Okay,” said Sunny.

“Good,” said Wagner. “Sunny, how about calling
Anthony’s and getting us something you girls would
like? You can pay for it out of petty cash. Oh, and
there’s some beer in the ‘fridge.”

Sunny and Marcia conferred on the menu, and then Sunny
went to her office. She called Anthony’s, a restaurant
known for their pizzas baked in wood fired ovens.
Besides the pizza, she ordered salads and breadsticks.
Sunny got money from the lockbox that was kept in her
desk and headed for the kitchen. There, she opened a
beer and waited on the pizza to arrive. She decided to
leave Marcia alone with Mr. Wagner so she could plead
her case.

By the time the pizza arrived, she was feeling the
affects of the beer. She paid off the driver and took
the food to the kitchen. She loaded a serving tray with
the food plus plates and utensils as well as the beer
and glasses. She lugged the laden tray back to her
room, knocking on the door with her foot when she
arrived.

Marcia opened the door. “Oh, let me help you with
that,” she said. The girls cleared off a coffee table
and set out the meal. Marcia and Wagner sat on the
sofa, while Sunny sat opposite them cross-legged on the
floor.

While they ate, Mr. Wagner regaled the girls with tales
about celebrities he had known. Sunny had a little
extra entertainment. Whenever Mr. Wagner scooted
forward to pick up his beer or grab another slice of
pizza, his robe would ride up above his knees giving
Sunny a clear view between his legs. The man hadn’t
bothered with underwear. His cock lay between his
thighs; it was flaccid, but still impressive. Mr.
Wagner caught her peeking at one point and flashed her
a quick wink and a grin. Sunny felt a twinge of lust in
her pussy. Damn Marcia, she thought. If it wasn’t for
her, I’d be getting my pussy stuffed about now.

When they finished, Sunny began to clear the remains of
the meal to the serving tray. Mr. Wagner and Marcia
were deeply engrossed in trying to recall the plot to
some movie or another. When she finished, Sunny
announced, “I’ll be back in a minute � just going to
take this back to the kitchen.”

“Can I help?” asked Marcia.

Sunny was nearly out the door already. “No, I’ve got
it,” she said over her shoulder.

“Thank you,” called out Mr. Wagner as she left.

It took Sunny ten minutes to dispose of the leftovers
and load the dishwasher with the dirty plates and
utensils. The beers she’d consumed had left her feeling
good. She wondered if she could get rid of Marcia for a
while so she could be alone with Mr. Wagner.

Or maybe not, she thought as she stepped back into her
room. Mr. Wagner and Marcia were all wadded up at one
end of the sofa. His tongue looked as if it was halfway
down her throat, and her hand was caressing his long,
fat dick which had arisen from his robe.

“Ohhh…I…uhhh…” said Marcia when she saw Sunny and
tried to extricate herself from Wagner’s embrace.

Wagner held Marcia firmly but gently in place. “Sunny
doesn’t mind, do you, dear?” he asked the astonished
girl.

“I…I guess not,” said Sunny. She noticed that Marcia
hadn’t released her grip on Mr. Wagner’s cock. The
thing was spurting pre-cum every time her fingers
jerked upward.

Marcia relaxed back into Wagner’s arms. “Your hand
feels wonderful,” he murmured to her, “but your lips
would feel so much better.” Marcia glanced guiltily at
Sunny, but then she lowered her head to Wagner’s
twitching, spewing cock. She licked the creamy head.
“Ahhh, that’s good,” said Wagner.

Sunny watched as Marcia fitted her lips around Mr.
Wagner’s cock-head. Marcia went down and half of his
thick shaft disappeared. Damn, you really know how to
suck a big, fat dick, thought Sunny.

Wagner looked at Sunny through lust clouded eyes. “Take
off your top. Let me see those fantastic tits of
yours,” he said to her.

Sunny was wearing a blood red fitted top that buttoned
in front. Trying not to be completely outdone by
Marcia, she made a striptease out of removing her top.
She took her time with the buttons, revealing her flat
tummy at first.

“Yeah, that’s it,” encouraged Wagner.

Sunny wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or Marcia,
or probably both. She turned and posed for her boss,
showing her firm butt one second and then throwing back
her shoulders to showcase her bountiful tits the next.
At last she ran out of buttons to unfasten. For a few
seconds she played peek-a-boo with her half exposed
breasts, but then she shed her top and tossed it over
the back of a nearby chair. Sunny knew she looked hot;
she had worn one of her sexier bras. It matched the red
of her top and was cut so that she could reveal ample
amounts of cleavage. She ran her palms under and along
the sides of her cups, making her tit flesh bulge and
swell upward.

“Oh yes, baby,” moaned Wagner. His hips surged up as
his back arched and his mouth opened in a silent
scream.

Marcia sensed what was about to happen. Her mouth came
off his flaring cock, and her hands took its place. She
sat up. “Shoot it. Shoot it, Mr. Wagner,” she cried.
Her fists flailed up and down under the massive,
swelling, purple head of his cock.

A stream of cum rocketed out of Wagner’s dick. It shot
straight up, climbing above Marcia’s amazed gaze, and
then it fell with a splat onto her arm. But that was
only the beginning as more of his cream poured out.

“He’s cumming. He’s cumming good,” Marcia cried.
Wager’s cock streamed cum like an obscene fountain. The
flow shot into the air and then cascaded down over
Marcia’s fingers.

“He sure is”, said Sunny. She was wet. She could feel
her pussy filling with hot blood. Spreading her legs,
she gave her cunt a squeeze.

By the time he finished, Mr. Wagner’s robe was a cum
covered mess. He sighed in contentment and gave Marcia
a long, sloppy kiss. “That was fantastic,” he told the
girl.

“Thank you,” giggled Marcia. She looked at her cum
covered hand and arm. Finding a dry spot on Mr.
Wagner’s robe, she cleaned herself off.

He laughed and stood. “So much for this thing,” he
said. He took the robe off, rolled it into a ball and
tossed it on the floor. “You girls are way
overdressed.”

Almost without thought, Sunny pulled at her remaining
clothes. Damn, the man was sexy. There was no excess
fat on his lean body. Plus, his dick was still mostly
hard despite his huge orgasm.

Wagner stroked his cock back to a full hard-on. He
loved this. The two hot teens couldn’t get out of their
clothes fast enough for him. Marcia had the long, lean,
sophisticated body and classical beauty of a fashion
model. Her a-cup tits, sitting high on her chest, were
nearly covered by the fall of her blonde hair.

Sunny, on the other hand, was the stuff of every boy’s
masturbatory fantasy. Her angelic face sat above a body
that would give an erection to a dead man. Her shapely
tits overwhelmed her chest. Her heart-shaped ass was a
firm as they come, and her legs managed to look long
and tapered despite her short stature.

Now both girls were naked, looking unsure of what to
do, Wagner felt his dick throb as if he could cum all
night. He put his arm around Marcia’s shoulder and led
her to the sofa. “Kneel on the cushions,” he told her.

“Like this?” she asked as she climbed on the sofa, her
slim ass exposed to Wagner’s gaze.

“That’s it, baby,” Wagner said. He turned her head just
enough to give her another sloppy kiss while spreading
her legs with his knee. He took his beefy cock in hand
and swept the tip up and down her pussy slit,
thoroughly coating her lips until they were dripping
with his pre-cum.

“He’s gonna’ fuck you, Marcia,” said Sunny. She raised
her leg and put her foot on the sofa as her finger
diddled her clit. She hoped Mr. Wagner would save
himself for her.

“I know,” said Marcia. “He’s…uhhhh,” the young woman
moaned as Wagner’s fat dick split her vaginal lips and
dove inside. He grabbed her slim hips and began to
ravage her pussy.

“Nice, sweet pussy,” said Wagner through clenched
teeth. Slap, slap, slap went his thighs against
Marcia’s legs. He looked at Sunny and motioned her
close. They kissed, making out while he continued to
screw Marcia. “Don’t cum without me,” he murmured into
her ear, then he released her.

“Fuck me, come on fuck me!” Marcia yelled. Wagner
fucked her faster now, his cock looked like a cum
soaked piston flying in and out of her cunt.

“Huuhhhhhh…Yes, Yes, Yes…” screamed Marcia. She had
a huge orgasm as she wiggled her ass frantically from
side to side.

“That’s it, baby,” cried Wagner. “Cum all over my
cock.”

“I am!” moaned Marcia. She came until she slumped
forward in exhaustion and Wagner’s cock jumped free
with a liquid plop.

Sunny was surprised that Mr. Wagner hadn’t lost his
load with all that frantic humping, but his cock was
still rigid as steel as he turned to her. “Ready?” he
asked her with a lust filled smile.

“Yes,” she said in husky whisper.

Wagner sat on the couch. He grabbed his cock at the
base. Pointing it straight up, he gave it a squeeze and
clear pre-cum gushed all over the purple head. “I’m
ready too,” he said. “Come, sit on my lap.”

Sunny knew what her employer wanted. She straddled his
hips and situated herself so that her pussy lips just
grazed the top of his cock. She raked the sloppy wet
flesh over his cock-head. “You tease,” he growled. He
retaliated by using the bloated head of his cock to
slap at Sunny’s clit.

“Ahh!” yelped Sunny. She locked her hands behind his
head and buried Wagner’s face in her ripe breasts.

“Mmmm… I love yours sweet tits,” Wagner mumbled from
her cleavage. He took Sunny’s globes in his hands and
lifted the nipples to his mouth, sucking on first one
and then the other.

Meanwhile, Sunny had wedged Wagner’s cock-head solidly
inside her pussy lips. “Uhhh…you’re so big,” she
moaned as his slick head and shaft spread her cunt like
no other cock ever had.

Wagner stopped lavishing his attention on Sunny’s
breasts long enough to say, “Oh shit, baby, you’ve got
one sweet pussy too.” She was tight; maybe even tighter
than the narrow hipped Marcia. He was shocked when
Sunny managed to take in his entire length.

Sunny’s pussy was stuffed more than she thought
possible. When he started to pump his huge shaft in and
out of her tight, clinging hole, Sunny had to stifle a
scream. His cock began to slam into her snug little
slot with incredible force, making her firm tits jiggle
on his tongue. “Oh shit…fuck! Uhhhh, shit!” she
squealed shamelessly, looking down at the long, stiff,
glistening stalk of Wagner’s cock stabbing into her
hairless little pussy.

Wagner could feel his swollen cock-head slamming into
Sunny’s hole more and more on every thrust as her
slippery young cunt gripped his pounding prick with
incredible force. Her hot bubble ass was bouncing
painfully on his lap and she was moaning loudly, but
Wagner kept fucking her, picking up the speed of his
strokes with each thrust.

All Sunny wanted was to fuck and fuck and fuck this
wonderful stud until she couldn’t cum anymore. “Yessss!
Fuck me!…. Fuck me, fuck my cunt!
Unnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh.”

Wagner could hardly believe it. This hot ball of sex
was almost beside herself with lust, hunching her tiny
twat hard up against him as he kept fucking his big,
fat cock deep up inside her. He held back from cumming,
trying to last as long as he could in order to sustain
the incredibly tight grip of Sunny’s snug little cunt
around his powerfully fucking cock. She was gasping and
trembling, and he could feel that she was rapidly
approaching her orgasm as waves of pleasure rippled
through her body.

“Uh…uh…uh…uhhhhhh yes…yes,” screamed Sunny as
her orgasm swept through her hot, clenching pussy. “I’m
cummmminnnggggg.”

“Me too, baby…me too!” huffed Wagner. He couldn’t
take it anymore. The spasms of Sunny’s cunt that
rippled up and down his cock were too much to take. Cum
ripped out of his balls, shot through his super hard
rod and filled her pussy to overflowing.

“Thank you, have a good evening,” Mr. Wagner said to
Sunny after a parting kiss. Their frantic fuck had
ended minutes before. He left her room, cum soaked
bathrobe rolled up under one arm, flaccid dick slapping
his thighs in time with his steps. He was whistling
some jaunty tune as he walked away.

Sunny could only shake her head. It wasn’t all that
late but she was exhausted. In fact, Marcia was already
asleep. She’d passed out seconds after Mr. Wagner had
withdrawn his rampaging cock from her satiated pussy.
Sunny retrieved a blanket from a nearby closet and laid
it over her softly snoring friend. Marcia muttered in
her sleep, rolled over and resumed her exhausted
slumber. Sunny managed a quick shower before she too
fell asleep in her bed.

*

Sunny awoke to the sun streaming through her bedroom
windows. It was Saturday morning and she had been well
fed and well fucked the night before. She stretched
luxuriously under the covers. It was time to roll over
and snooze a while.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and stab of guilt hit her
stomach. She had promised Mr. Wagner that she would
work this morning. She checked her alarm clock. Damn,
it was almost ten. She was sure that she’d set the
alarm for seven. Whatever, obviously the thing hadn’t
rung.

She hopped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom.
After peeing, she ran a brush through her hair; she
could do her makeup at her desk if she wanted.
Returning to her bedroom she threw on underwear, jeans,
tee shirt and slipped her feet into a pair of
moccasins. She quietly opened the door to her tiny
living room. She didn’t want to disturb Marcia; the
girl had spent the night on the couch. But Marcia
wasn’t there; in fact there was no sign of her. The
blanket she’d used was lying in a heap on the floor.
Sunny kept on moving, she didn’t have time to worry
about Marcia.

Sunny ran the short distance to the office, hoping that
Mr. Wagner had slept late too. After all, the man was
practically middle-age. Surely, fucking two hot girls
would leave him exhausted until at least noon.

Her hopes were dashed as she opened the office door.
The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and the electronic hum
of the office’s machines greeted her. She heard a paper
rattle in Mr. Wagner’s office. Sighing in resignation,
she went to his open office door and tapped on the door
frame.

“Sunny,” Wagner said warmly, “come on in and sit down.”

Sunny approached the conference table where he had
papers and folders strewn about. A steaming cup of
coffee and half eaten pastry were at his elbow. The man
didn’t even have the decency to look bleary-eyed. In
fact, he was looking fresh as a daisy in a loose
fitting cotton, long-sleeve shirt, shorts and boat
shoes.

“I’m sorry I’m late…” Sunny began, but Wagner waved
his hand in dismissal.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said with a smile. “I told
Marcia to turn off your alarm and let you sleep.”

“You’ve talked to Marcia this morning?” Sunny asked,
sounding confused. “She’s disappeared.”

“Oh yeah, we talked. We talked right after we had a
little eye-opener here in the office.”

Sunny’s eyes widened. She could tell by the expression
on his face that by eye-opener he meant more sex and
not a Bloody Mary breakfast. Sunny’s estimation of her
handsome employer changed. It looked as if the man was
not only a sex-machine; he was an insatiable sex-
machine.

“Don’t be surprised,” said Wagner. “The entertainment
industry is built on a combination of cooperating with,
and then screwing your fellow player.”

“What do you mean?” Sunny said. She’d caught his double
meaning, but she wasn’t sure what he meant.

Wagner took a sip of coffee and cleared his throat.
“Well, let’s start with Marcia and that gardener
fellow, Tommy. They’re boyfriend and girlfriend and
both looking for an edge into the industry and they
both knew it. Yet they neglect to tell one another
about their connection to me. So Tommy has this
television show proposal he wants me to see, and he
goes through my wife, hoping that she’ll show it to me.
Lord only knows what hoops she made him jump through.”
Wagner stopped talking at the look on Sunny’s face.
“You know anything about that?”

“Well, maybe a little,” Sunny said softly, remembering
how Tommy had slavishly kissed up to Mrs. Wagner both
literally and figuratively.

Wagner laughed. “She likes her domination games and boy
toys. At least she’ll have that stuff out of her system
for a while.” He took a bite of pastry and washed it
down with more coffee while Sunny marveled at his
equanimity with his wife’s infidelity. “Marcia wanted a
shot at Hollywood and I got her one. Goodness knows she
paid for it. So I sent an e-mail to a friend of mine
who’s an agent. She has an appointment on Monday,
that’s why she left so early this morning.”

“I see,” said Sunny, glad not to have to talk about the
Tommy � Mrs. Wagner connection. “That was a nice favor
from you.”

Wagner snorted and said, “I owed it to her. Damn, but
that girl has a tight pussy.” He groped at his crotch
as if reliving the memory. “But I don’t know what that
favor’s worth. She’ll find herself in a waiting room
with dozen other women just as pretty and young as she
is, and some of them will have had years of experience
and training in acting behind them. Anyway,” he
shrugged, “that brings us to you.”

“Me?” squeaked Sunny.

Wagner spread his hands. “Hey, I said I’d take care of
you.” He finished off the pastry and wiped his fingers
and lips on a paper napkin. “Surprisingly enough, Tommy
turned out to have a first-class, imaginative proposal.
And, as you know, I’ve been on the phone to the west
coast all week. As a result, I now have the backing to
produce a pilot episode.”

“Oh, that’s great,” said Sunny. That would probably
mean a lot more work for her. She hoped it that he was
hinting at a big raise.

Wagner shuffled through a pile of folders, finally
withdrawing one. He opened it and pulled out a piece of
paper. He wrote on it in two places and then handed it
to Sunny. “The show is one of those ensemble dramas,
and there’s a small part for a young girl like you.”

“What?” said Sunny.

“A girl,” continued Wagner, “who’s a little na�ve, but
she’s smart and spunky and has a killer body,f and
isn’t afraid to use it.”

“But…”

Wagner reached across the table and tapped the paper in
Sunny’s hand. “This top figure is what you’d receive
for the pilot episode.” Sunny looked at a figure that
nearly equaled what would be a year’s earnings with Mr.
Wagner. His pen dipped lower on the page. “And this is
what you’d get per episode if the show went to series,”
he said. That was a much lesser amount, but it was huge
when she figured she make it for about a week’s work.

“This is amazing,” said Sunny in a whisper.

“Well, not so amazing,” said Wagner. “Here’s the
downside: you’d have to quit your job with me � it’s a
union thing � plus, very few pilots make it. You could
well have a month of glory and then nothing.” He handed
the pen to Sunny. “It’s your choice, babe. Do you want
to play?”

Sunny took the pen. The paper was a letter of intent
with a place for signatures at the bottom. She read the
letter as carefully as she could, given her nervous
state. She bit her lip in concentration. This was
already the chance of a lifetime, and there was no
point in not trying to take advantage of it. She took
the pen and carefully put a one in front of the figure
for the pilot episode, then she handed the paper back
to Wagner.

Wagner looked at what she’d done and laughed loudly.
“I’m already taking a chance on you. Are you sure
you’re worth this?”

Sunny shrugged and gave him her brightest smile. “If
things don’t work out, at least I’ll have enough money
for more college.”

Wagner took the pen from Sunny and looked thoughtfully
at the letter of intent. He tapped the pen on the tip
of his nose a couple of times and then signed the
paper. He handed paper and pen back to Sunny. She
quickly added her own signature.

“Yes sir, ladies and gentlemen,” said Wagner as if
announcing something to a crowd. “We have another
player.”