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CHAPTER TWELVE

Mitzi looked at her body in the mirror as she finished her shower. She felt a hell of a lot better. Now all she needed was some steep. Damn, how she needed sleep. She recalled that she had been ready for bed when she first dropped by the restaurant far coffee. She had pulled in because she was too drowsy to drive the short distance home.

She still hadn't gotten to sleep.

The phone call from Carl did not help. She had walked in to a ringing phone. She picked it up, assuming that it was Lorraine. She would calm and reassure her partner. Carl's deep voice, however, greeted her over the line. He had been trying to reach her all night. He had made one final call before beginning his day. He wanted them to try again. He thought he could keep his cock under control if she would give him one more chance.

Mitzi listened to him, listened to all his arguments. She was caught in confusion. She'd like to have Carl around. She'd like to spend, her weekends cuddled up with him on the couch or stretched out with him in the bed. She also wanted to continue her job. She had committed herself to Lorraine. This company was now important to her. She did agree to let him visit her this weekend to talk things over. In the back of her mind she was forming a plan that might solve the problem. In the meantime, she needed a long, deep, refreshing sleep.

She didn't get it. At least she didn't get it just then. Her doorbell rang. She was convinced that this time it must be Lorraine. She opened the door, confident of seeing her partner's concerned face. Instead she faced Lewis. The old man held his cap in his hands. His eyes showed deep worry about her. He stood there, not sure of what to do. He shifted his feet and dropped his eyes to the floor. Mitzi realized that she had opened the door to him without taking the effort to toes a robe over her naked body. She had been that sure it was Lorraine outside. The blond laughed and reached for the old man's hand. She dragged him inside. Bless the old fellow's heart. He had come up to check on how she was doing. He was always trying to look out for her, always watching to see that no prowler lurked about when she went for her car.

She acted as though it were perfectly natural for her to receive callers in the nude. She took him to the couch and sat beside him, her legs tucked beneath her so that her pussy was dearly in his line of sight. She had been toying with the idea of giving the nice old fellow a piece of ass. She had actually started to look for him on the night Lorraine came back and interrupted her. Now was as good a time as any to give him his fuck. Hell, this was the best time. After the way the two hoodlums had used her, she needed the fucking of a man who thought she was something pretty special.

She assured him that she was all right. She pretended that she had fought off an attacker. She told him a complicated story about being with a man she had known for yearn, of his having had too much to drink and then beginning to tear at her clothing. There was nothing left for her to do, she announced with wide, innocent eyes, but to get out of his car and start walking home. Luckily she was able to catch a ride in the cab. She saw the old man look up at her, fighting the temptation to stare at her tits and cunt. He accepted her story. He accepted it because he wanted to, not because it made any sense. He smiled in relief and reached over to pat her hand.

Mitzi held his hand as he began to draw it back. She held it and stroked it along her thigh. She smiled at Lewis warmly as she watched his cock begin to struggle inside his pants. She held his hand against her skin while she reached her other hand over and fingered along his thigh. She gave him her most seductive smile, then decided she might as well come right out with her invitation. Every hint she threw out seemed only to embarrass him more.

"I probably shouldn't have fought him off," she told Lewis in a conspiratorial tone. "You know, my husband and I have split up. I really needed what he was trying to force on me. I just didn't want it from a grasping, drunk man. Now, if it had been you, I'd have been all excited. You're so gentle, so sweet. I bet you know how to treat a woman. I'll bet I'd feel like a real little princess if you would take me into the bedroom."

Lewis looked up at her. He could scarcely believe his ears. She must not mean what it sounded like she was saying. He smiled at her and patted her thigh sympathetically.

"You are a little princess," he assured her. "You are the loveliest young woman I've ever seen. It makes my life brighter, just seeing you as you drive in and out of the garage."

"Lewis," she interrupted before he could ramble on any further. "Lewis, I'm asking you to take me to the bedroom. You know that, don't you?"

"I th-thought you were," he stammered.

"Well!" she demanded. "Are you going to screw me or not?"

She saw him hesitate, then smile warmly again.

She had won. The blond hopped up and pulled him behind her through the living room and into her bedroom. She tossed the coven back as he began clumsily removing his uniform. She hopped on the bed and lay in her most suggestive pose, waiting happily for him to complete his undressing and step toward her.

"Mmmmm," she murmured as he lay beside her and began to kiss along her shoulders.

He kissed up beneath her chin. He kissed around her neck and over her ears. He kissed back along the shoulders, then down over her chest. His kisses showed years of experience with a woman's body. Mitzi was slowly twisting about in a delicate agony as he began to work on her tits. His lips brushed lightly and gently, sucking exquisitely as they roamed over her tits, pausing at each nipple until the button was glistening with desire.

"Oooooo," she sighed, her body throbbing with aroused passion. "Mmmmm, I like that. You do make me feel like something special. You do know how to make a girl feel like a princess. Oooooo, Lewis, that's nice. That's so sweet and nice. Mmmmmm!"

She saw his cock standing rigid in front of him.

She tried to reach it but was unwilling to change the position in which he had her spread. She was enjoying his kisses too much to risk any change. This was his fuck and he was doing it his way. It was one hell of a nice way. Mitzi would have been the last one to complain.

He kissed down from her tits, down across her tummy. He sucked gently at her navel, then kissed along her waist and over her hips. He worked in tiny circles of sensuality. His mouth sent ripples of pleasure shimmering through her. She lay back, her breath getting shorter, her body tingling as he worked her to a peak of exquisite passion. He kissed on down her thighs, then along her legs. He kissed over her feet and toes, then started his sensuous ascent back up her legs.

"Yessssss!" she sighed. "Oooooo, yessss! Mmmmmm, get to it, Lewis! Get to my pussy and kiss it like that. Then slip your cock in me and fuck your little princess!"

She was gasping in wild delight as the lips came inside, her thighs and approached her cunt. She writhed sensuously beneath his loving caresses. She moaned softly as he finally came over her pussy and sipped at its sweetness. He kissed and sucked her cunt while the blond shivered in the surging desire for him. Mitzi was shaking wildly when he at long last climbed over her and brought his hard cock against her soft pussy. She gasped in hysterical relief as the warm meat went smoothly into her and began to pump through the soaking walls of her cunt.

"Oooooo!" she gasped. "Oooooo! I like it! Oh, Lewis! I like your cock! Let me feel it! Let me feel it get all hot and excited! You've made me your princess! Now make me your lusty little wench!"

Lewis answered her urgings. He grabbed at her tits with one hand, her ass with the other. He held her ass in the air and fucked her with growing fury. She wrapped her legs around his ass, then caught him around the waist, exposing her cunt to further grasping caresses of his hand. He drove his cock deep into her, but did not neglect her clit. His finger slipped on top of the rampaging shaft and stimulated the little bud into glowing passion as his cock was sending tremors through her cunt. He turned her on completely.

"Oooooooeeeee!" she shrieked in delirious joy. "Ooooooo! There! I'm there! Ooooooo! God am I there! Ooooeeeee!"

She was! Her orgasm exploded through her. Mitzi shook frantically as her body seemed to soar about the room. She exploded in a silken mist, in a whirling, passionate flight. She felt him through her own haze of pleasure. She felt his cock erupt inside her. She heard his loud pants and gasps as he unloaded his ancient cock into her steaming cunt.

She collapsed as soon as they finished the fuck. She fell back into a deep sleep. She slept in a hazy warmth. She slept with a delicious smile across her lips. He was gone when she finally awoke. He was gone, but his therapy remained. She awoke as the princess he had made her. His softness had erased the crudeness of the night in the van. She could recall only the old man and his soft caresses, the old man and his kissed the old man and his marvelously young prick.

She paused in front of her door. She would soon know. She would soon know if she could save her marriage with Carl. She had arranged to be gone when he arrived. She had intended for him to be met by Lorraine. Lorraine would be waiting in the apartment, Lorraine in her most seductive mood.

Mitzi opened the door quietly. She stepped inside and walked silently through the room to the door of her bedroom. She looked hesitantly inside. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. Her tits heaved in anxiety. What she saw or didn't see would decide her future.

He was just pointing his cock at the redhead's pussy. From Lorraine's face, Carl had been as masterful as ever in getting a broad worked into a frenzy. The girl lay back, mouth open in passion, tits heaving ecstatically, showing small red marks from a full workout. He plunged his cock roughly into the soft body. Mitzi watched her ass shudder as he fed the prick deeply into the auburn hair about her cunt. Carl gasped as he began to pump frantically. His hands went back after her tits. His mouth came over the wide, sensuous lips. Mitzi watched the way their jaws worked. The tongues were meeting in one hell of a wrestling match inside their mouths.

The blond watched her husband drive her closest friend and partner into ecstatic throbs. The two fucking bodies rolled and tossed over the bed. They kissed and caressed and fucked as their passions soared beyond them. Mitzi could feel the feverish desire that hung in the air. She gasped at the thrill of watching them. She slowly began to remove her own clothing.

Carl looked up as he finished unloading his cock into the luscious woman. Damn! How the hell did he get himself in this situation? He had flown all the way across the country to try and convince Mitzi that he'd never touch another woman. He didn't mean it, of course, but the blond didn't need to know that. He would see that his lovely Mitzi was never embarrassed again. Now he'd fucked Mitzi's best friend within fifteen minutes of getting home. Shit!

He looked around to see his luscious blond finish stripping her hose and panties from her lop. Mitzi was smiling as she walked toward them. He was caught. His marriage was over. Yet, the dizzy blond kept coming toward him with that sensuous smile across her lips. Carl wondered if he might be dreaming. He stared dumbfounded as Mitzi climbed in bed beside them. He shuddered in horror as she began to caress his body.

What the hell! Lorraine was right there! Yet Mitzi seemed not to even see her!

"I know I can never explain this to you," he gasped. "I know you would never believe me, never trust me again."

"If you hadn't been in bed with Lorraine," Mitzi answered him. "I'd have sent you packing right back. Neither one of us can take being alone. I have to live with your having pussy when you're alone in a hotel room. I think I can. You may have to help me, but I think I'm mature enough to understand."

Mitzi watched the confused expression in his eyes. She didn't tell him her real reason for having Lorraine seduce him. She had to have Carl unfaithful to her. The blond had no intention of giving up her lucrative business partnership. A faithful and true Carl would ruin everything.

She pulled him on tap of her. Her hands worked at his cock. He had just unloaded, but she'd get him horny again in short order. She'd keep him horny and happy on his weekends home with her. The rest of the time he would be free to chase any cunt that interested him. She wouldn't be worrying at all. She'd be too busy with her own business. She drew him into her, her pussy closing on his cock. She'd show him a real fuck, a real professional fuck. She'd give him what any customer had every right to expect, just as soon as he signed her contract.