Chapter Four:  An Eager Hostess

An hour later, Brenda Fawcett steered her BMW sedan through the gate of her expansive ranch home on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Eric marveled at the lavish home, and once inside, he remarked with awe, “Holy shit, look at the size of this fucking place.”

Brenda was just about beside herself. She watched anxiously as Eric tossed his bag on the floor in the foyer and started looking around. All she wanted at that moment was his attention, and it bothered her that he was more interested in her home than in her.

When Eric reached the huge sunken living room, he plopped himself down onto one of the plush couches, clasped his hands behind his head, put his feet up on the marble table and barked, “I’m dying for something to drink. You got any beer?”

“Yes.” Brenda answered as she stood by in a manic state. “What kind would you like?”

“You have anything imported?”

“Yes. Anything you want.” Brenda assured him.

“How about a Heineken?”

Brenda strolled off toward the kitchen quickly, her high heel pumps clicking on the tile floor while Eric looked around at the large art pieces on the walls until Brenda returned within a minute holding a chilled beer with a napkin wrapped around it.

“You live here all by yourself?” Eric asked when Brenda handed him the green bottle.

“Yes.” She answered as she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. She had no idea what to do with her hands, so she crossed her arms as she stood watching Eric with a wanton look.

“This is nice.” Eric said casually as he sipped the beer, carefully ignoring Brenda’s anxious behavior. He enjoyed having her standing by and on edge. “I could get used to this. Of course, anything looks great when you’ve spent the last five years in a cell, right?”

“Eric…” Brenda said with quivering lips. Her mind was spinning with what she was about to say.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go…to my bedroom.” Brenda said in a whispered voice.

“When I’m ready.” Eric informed her.  “I’d like to relax a minute and unwind.”

“Uh, can I get you anything else?”

“No, maybe later. Just stand there and look pretty.”

“Can I sit down?” Brenda requested.

“No.” Eric told her. “But here’s what I want you to do. I want you to stand with your hands up over your head. Like this.”

Brenda was slightly confused, but after a moment, she did what she was told, grasping her left wrist with her right hand and resting it on top of her head.

“Yeah. Like that.” Eric said approvingly. “Now spread her legs apart.”

Brenda spread her legs slightly, having no idea why Eric was making her do this.

“A little wider.” Eric suggested. “Yes, right there. Perfect. Now don’t move.”

Eric looked over Brenda’s form while he drank his beer and smiled. He liked the way her short linen skirt stretched out against her smooth thighs, and he could see just a hint of the lace at the top of her thigh high stockings. With her arms above her head, her chest under her silk blouse was thrust out slightly, pressing tight against her buttoned gray jacket.

“Ummm. You look good enough to fuck.” Eric murmured as he took a swig of his beer and wiped his lips.
 
“Eric…” Brenda sighed as she blushed in embarrassment from his crude comment. This was torture. She wanted desperately to go to Eric and ravage him, and she couldn’t understand why he was doing this to her.

“Don’t say a word unless I tell you or ask you something.” Eric said. He decided he had held out long enough. He was getting an erection and now he was aching to take care of it. He set his beer down on the coffee table and got up to stand directly in front of Brenda, staring deep into her eyes. The he reached around her waist and pulled her tightly to him.

Brenda gasped when he held her close, and her mouth was inches from his, but he ordered her not to move, so she couldn’t help but remain still. She felt his hands slide down over her buttocks and she moaned softly when he squeezed and began to grind his hips up against her.

“You have a nice little ass, Ms. Fawcett.” Eric said with a smirk as he fondled her. “I guess you must work out. You have to keep this body tight and firm, don’t you? Otherwise you won’t get to show it off in court, am I right?”

“Yes.” Brenda nodded as she sighed from being so close to him. She was pleading mentally for him to just take her.

“Let’s see what else we got here.” Eric said as he stepped back and reached up to unbutton her linen jacket. He slowly spread the lapels apart to look at her chest, which was rising and falling as Brenda took deep breaths. He teased her by lightly running his fingers along the edges of her silk blouse, tracing a line around her chest.

“This blouse looks expensive.” Eric said, right before he grasped the front and ripped it open with one quick motion, making Brenda gasp with surprise and excitement. Eric liked what he found underneath; a lace push up bra that cupped her mounds quite nicely.

“Oh, hell yeah.” Eric exclaimed with a big smile as he reached up, grabbed one and gave it a long generous squeezing and fondling with one hand while he used the other to reach back around and cup her firm behind.

Brenda was beside herself, breathing heavy and moaning softly from Eric’s manhandling.
She was desperately aching to just grab him and give herself to him, but it was if her hands her tied above her.

“Do you like when I touch you like this?” Eric asked.

“Oh God…yes!” Brenda moaned passionately.

“You want to fuck me don’t you?”

“Unnnnh! Yessssss!”

“You have to prove to me how much you want it.”

“I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Would you suck my cock?”

“Oooooh! Yessss!” Brenda answered without hesitation.

“You’d like a good dick in your mouth wouldn’t you?”

“Ummm humm!” She answered affirmatively as she licked her lips.

“If you do it real good, I’ll give you a good hard fuck, Ms. Fawcett. I’ll fuck you six ways ‘til Sunday, and you’ll love every minute of it, won’t you?”

“Yes!” Brenda screamed. His words were driving her to near madness with arousal.

“Okay, get down on your knees like a good little girl. Don’t move until I say so.” Eric said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her down on her knees. Brenda dropped down quickly and waited impatiently while Eric took an excruciatingly long time to unzip his slacks and unbuckle his belt. He finally pulled out his erection and dangled it front of her face, teasing her with it by bringing it within centimeters of her wanting mouth.

“You don’t know how many times I pictured you in this position Ms. Fawcett.” Eric said as he looked down at Brenda, who was staring back with pleading blue eyes. “You know, when I was on trial and you were strutting around the courtroom in your short skirts and business suits, all I could do was fantasize about bending you over railing and riding you.”

Brenda shivered at the thought. She would love that right now, but most of all she was dying to get at his cock. Why was he making her wait like this, like a trained puppy?

“Okay, Ms. Fawcett, open wide.” Eric commanded.

Brenda parted her quivering lips and Eric grabbed her by the head while he plunged his cock forward deep into her warm mouth. She took him in hungrily; whimpering as she slavered her lips and tongue over him.

“Yes.” Eric hissed as he shut his eyes. “Just like that. You’re a great little cocksucker Ms. Fawcett. I’m going to enjoy having you service me like this whenever I want.

Brenda barely heard his words, as she was so enraptured in sucking him off. Having him like this made her so fucking horny she couldn’t believe it.

“I’ll bet you sucked quite a few dicks to get where you are.” Eric continued his running commentary as Brenda went down on him, twisting her head around to get as much of him as she could in her mouth.  “Have you ever sucked off a judge to get a ruling your way?”

Brenda looked up at him as she sucked, and nodded affirmatively. As soon as she did, she couldn’t believe she had admitted it. She only did it once, but she had to win that case. There was a multimillion-dollar client at stake.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you have, you little…” Eric trailed off as the wonderful sensations got the best of him. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. Paula to be exact.
Soon, he would be getting this from her as well. He couldn’t wait to see her face.

After nearly twenty minutes of sucking and licking, Eric seized up and grabbed Brenda by the hair while he rammed his cock deep down her throat and began to unload down her throat as Brenda gulped and slurped.

“Oh, fuck…that feels so fucking good!” Eric groaned as he pumped her mouth.

When he was through ejaculating, he pulled out and wiped his moist cock over Brenda’s panting lips and flushed cheeks while he held her by the hair. She extended her tongue to catch every last drop as some dripped down her chin and neck.

“That’s a good girl.” Eric said as he suddenly pulled her to her feet. “You did very well. It looks like I’m going to have to give you a good fuck now. Are you ready, Ms. Fawcett?”

“Yes!” Brenda gasped.

“Good. Now go to your room and put on something real sexy, like a black slinky slip. Put your hair up and fix your makeup. Make sure you’re wearing some stockings and black pumps too. I want you to look like something out of Playboy, you understand? I’m going to give you thirty minutes. That will give me enough time for another beer and a shower.”

Brenda nodded and virtually skipped out of the room to hurry and get ready.

The End of Chapter Four.

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