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CHAPTER TWO

After the initial rage had subsided, Sara knew exactly what she was going to do, and how she was going to accomplish it. She glanced over at Patti and gave her beautiful young daughter a comforting smile.

"You know, for years I've been tightening my belt, so to speak," Sara began. "Eric is always saying how we haven't got money for this and we haven't got money for that. So I keep driving this crummy stationwagon – which drives like a Goddamn tank – and buy my clothes at the cheapest places possible, and only when they're on sale, and I do all the things that a nice little wifey is supposed to do."

"What are you saying?" Patti inquired. She was leaning closer to her mother, not wanting to miss a single word.

"I'm saying that it's time I did something for myself. It's time I stopped letting that son-of-a-bitch you call father run my life for me!"

Sara squeezed the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"It's you and me, Patti. We're out on our own now. When Eric and Frank are away during the day at work, getting their cocks sucked, there's no reason in the world we can't have a little…" Sara paused, searching for exactly the right word. "A little afternoon delight of our own! Are you with me?"

Patti gave her mother a loving smile and replied, "All the way!"

Sara had a nice body, and she knew it. She was five-six, and her figure was one that turned men's heads and perked up their lusty desires. She was more enticing now than when she was a teenager, her body fuller and more womanly her curves tantalizing. She was especially proud of her tits and the way they bounced and jiggled inside her bra when she walked. Sara had noticed many men openly gawking at her tits when she walked down the street.

Now Sara was going to do something other than just let them look.

"Just put all the clothes and jewelry on my husband's credit account," Sara said, giving the store manager a half-smile that smoldered with sensuality.

"But ma'am, your husband hasn't got a credit account set up with us." The store manager, Steve, had enjoyed showing off his finest clothes, lingerie and jewelry to Sara and Patti. He hadn't expected, however, for the two gorgeous beauties to not be able to pay cash for their items. "You'll have to fill out a credit application, and wait until it gets approved."

"Then I think you and I should have a little talk," Sara replied, undaunted. "Is there someplace where we can have some privacy?"

"Only the dressing rooms."

"That'll do nicely!" Sara looked at Patti. The teenager had a mischievous smile on her lovely face. "Patti, this shouldn't take long at all."

Steve was nervous following Sara into the dressing room. The room was small, designed to be large enough to allow a customer to try on clothes and that's about all. As soon as he stepped inside, Sara pulled the cloth curtain closed.

"If you'd like the clothes back, I'm perfectly willing to give them to you," Sara said in a husky, sexy purr. She started unbuttoning the silk blouse she'd just purchased. Steve's eyes bulged out as her creamy, tight cleavage came into view. He seemed to have trouble breathing when Sara pulled the tails of the blouse out of the new skirt. "I'll leave everything with you, but I think you'll find that I'm an acceptable credit risk. My husband will pay for everything."

Sara's heart was pounding when she stepped out of her skirt. She'd never fucked anyone but Eric in her entire life, and now she was wantonly seducing a man she hardly knew at all. And her own daughter was standing not five feet away on the other side of the cloth curtain!

"Ah – ma'am – perhaps there is something… ah – someway that we might…"

Sara, her platinum blonde hair flouncing around her cheeks as she laughed softly, placed her hands on Steve's broad shoulders. She said: "It's okay for you to look at me. I don't mind. In fact, while you're using your head, thinking of how my husband can get instant credit at this boutique, I'll use my head, too."

"I don't get it," Steve replied.

Sara watched him swallow drily. Steve was as nervous as she was. "While you use your head, I'll give you head."

Steve's eyes went up and down the platinum blonde's curvaceous body. Dressed in black lacy bra, bikini panties, garter belt and thigh-high stockings, she was stunning. Her brown eyes, smoldering with what he was quite convinced was cock-hunger, bored into him. He felt his resolve weakening.

"This is against company policy!"

"Steve, I'm going to change your mind!"

Sara sank slowly to her knees in front of Steve. Her eyes never left his face until she felt the floor against her silk-encased knees. Sara thought, I'm glad he's a good-looking man. I want the first man I suck off to be handsome.

Sara's hands were trembling badly as she unbuckled Steve's belt and then slowly pulled down his zipper. Her nipples made blunt dents in the new, lace-trimmed bra she'd just bought. She could feel pussyjuice warming the lips of her cunt. The excitement going through her was so intense Sara could not understand why she had waited so long to do something like this. She shouldn't have allowed him to keep her burning sensuality locked away.

When she tugged down his underwear, Sara was pleased with what she saw. Steve's cock wasn't fully erect yet, but it was stiff and already quite long. He had big, hairy balls that hung between his thighs. Tentatively, not really sure what she was supposed to do, Sara gently cupped Steve's balls in her left hand.

"Ohhhh!" Steve sighed, watching one of the most attractive women he'd ever seen in his life fondle his tingling balls. He didn't care if he did get fired. As long as he knew he would soon have his prick buried in Sara's mouth, Steve was willing to lose his job happily.

Sara raised the head of Steve's prick with the tip of her first finger. The moment she touched the cock, it twitched a little and she could actually see it grow. Sara licked her lips and her mouth glistened a little more, off-red with her lipstick. She inhaled deeply, steeling her courage, causing her big tits to press a little more firmly against the black cups of her bra.

And then she kissed the head of Steve's prick; Sara kissed it once, twice, three times. She asked herself: Can I go through with it? Can I suck a stranger's cock and have him cum in my mouth?

"Suck it!" Steve whispered, his legs shaking a little.

That was all the encouragement Sara needed. Sighing softly, she pushed the tip of her tongue out between her red lips and tasted the flesh of Steve's prick.

"Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned, squirming a little on her knees until she was in a more comfortable position. She sat on the backs of her heels, feeling the spike-heeled shoes biting into her firm asscheeks.

The cock grew to its full eight inches of length very quickly. It took only a couple of seconds from the time Sara stoned licking Steve's cockhead to the time it burgeoned to maximum size. When Sara leaned back and inspected the now rigid prick, she was more than pleased with what she saw. Steve's prick was longer than average and slightly thicker than most.

"Suck me – please!"

Now Sara was truly pleased. Steve was going crazy, wanting desperately to drive his prick into her mouth. He wanted exactly what Eric had said good wives shouldn't do. She pushed her moist, red lips over the crown of Steve's prick, drawing a firm suction on the bone-hard meat.

"Awwww!" Steve groaned as he felt his cockhead get sucked into the gorgeous blonde's hotly sucking mouth.

Sara swirled her tongue against the underside of the pricktip, the area she knew was most sensitive. When she did this, Steve's prick vibrated between her lips, throbbing with lusty tension. She sucked more of the prick into her mouth, nibbling on the shaft with her lips, giving the best blow-job she was capable of.

Back and forth Sara nodded her head and shoulders, dragging her butter-soft lips over the cockhead and down the shaft. She tried once to take Steve's prick down her throat, but when the pressure against her tonsils became too strong, she started to gag so she pulled back.

"Mmmmmmft!" Sara slurped.

She wrapped her right hand around the shaft of the cock. Simultaneously stroking and sucking on the cock made the prick even harder than it had been. She caressed Steve's cum-churning balls, squeezing them in her fist, sometimes pushing them up to rub them against his own body.

Steve put his hand against the wall to steady himself. His mind was whirling dizzily. Not in a thousand years did he ever expect someone like Sara to come along. When he looked down and watched his pale, hard prick sliding between her red lips, filling her hungrily sucking mouth, there was one blinding moment where he was afraid he would cum. It took all his will power to control himself.

"Easy, baby, easy!" Steve whispered.

Sara slowed down a little, not sucking on the firm column of cockmeat quite so quickly. Steve's prick was, she decided, absolutely delicious. Sara knew that she was loving giving the blow-job so much because it was something new and daring, but that didn't bother her. She sucked on Steve's cock until the throbbing, flaring crown of the prick was against the entrance to her throat.

"Mmmmmm!" Sara moaned lovingly, her facial features distorted with the length and thickness of Steve's fiery prick keeping her jaws forced wide apart.

Sara was holding just the very tip of Steve's prick in her mouth, flicking her tongue against his slitted pisshole, when she heard the sound of someone entering the boutique. For just one intense moment feat gripped Sara. The last thing in the world she needed was to get caught half-naked on her knees giving someone other than her husband a blow-job. And then, just as suddenly, she knew that Patti would handle the problem. Somehow, someway, Patti would make sure that Sara had the time she needed to give Steve the kind of blow-job he deserved.

There was a bond now between the mother and daughter. Patti had to know what Sara was doing in the dressing room, but in no way was Sara at all uncomfortable or embarrassed by it.

"Mmmmm!" slurped the horny, platinum blonde when a thick, salty-tasting drop of precum trickled onto her frisking tongue.

Steve reached down and lightly passed his fingers over Sara's jiggling left tit. His finger-tips slid over her nipple, sending a warm, glowing sensation throughout her body. Even through the sheer, lace-trimmed bra, the touch of his hand against her nipple was electrifying. Sara squirmed on her knees, squeezing Steve's balls and stroking his cock harder.

"Oh! Oh, no!" Steve hissed. He straightened up, releasing Sara's bouncing, firm tit. Unable to control himself, he grabbed Sara's head, holding her steady as his hips convulsively jerked back and forth, fucking his red-hot prick back and forth between her lips. His cockhead smashed hard against the back of her mouth.

Sara's first impulse was to try to stop Steve. He was reaming out her mouth with his cock, jamming his big pole of cockmeat between her lips to nearly make her gag. And she knew that he was going to cum. But Sara, her inhibitions finally freed, wanted to continue sucking on his prick for a while.

She felt the cock expand in her fist, in her mouth, as the mighty prick jerked back and forth. And then the eruptions began, the first pungent explosion of cum splashing against Sara's pink tongue, washing over the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, greedily sucking the cum from Steve's balls.

Sara squeezed Steve's balls, wanting to get all the cum they had to give her. She rolled her tongue around the head of Steve's prick as cum flooded her mouth. When the cum filled her mouth, Sara gulped it down wantonly, drinking the cream of his passion with several swallows.

"Ohhhhh!" Steve hissed, still holding onto Sara's head, his overheated balls burning with desire as the last of his cum was nursed from them.

Sara continued sucking on Steve's prick until she was absolutely certain that she'd completely sucked him dry, that there wasn't a single drop of cum left in his balls. Only then did she take her hand away from his balls. She continued nursing tenderly on the cock as it got softer between her lips. The aftertaste of cum in her mouth was strong salty, and Sara decided she liked it.

"That was – the best!" Steve whispered, making Sara feel positively erotic.