James Barton

Door to door teaser

PROLOGUE

Pam stood trembling with anticipation as the man lifted her skirt gently and drew down her panties. As they moved slowly past her knees, the woman kneeling in front of her removed them by lifting one foot and then the other. She shivered then as the woman lifted the panties to her face and inhaled deeply while the man behind her caressed her full, smooth buttocks and bunched her skirt about her slender waist.

She felt the warm knob of his prick then as he moved his body close to hers and insinuated it between the cheeks of her ass; she spread her legs slightly and as she did, the woman looked up at her, licked her full sensuous lips and smiled. Pam felt a thrill go through her body as the woman moved her hands over her lush thighs, moved them upward and gently spread the lips of her pussy. She watched in fascination as the woman's tongue came out of her mouth like a tiny pink snake and brushed the silken thatch of blonde pubic hair, then licked the widespread surface of her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh… God… yes!" Pam moaned as she felt the man ease his prick between her legs to rest it against the bottom of her cunt. She watched as the woman took a long lick and barely touched the glistening head of the man's throbbing shaft as he began a slow movement with his hips. Then, she felt the waist of her blouse pulled free from her skirt and his warm hands were on her sides moving up to cup her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples stiffened immediately and she thrust her hips forward as the woman closed her mouth over her pussy and found the erect nub of flesh that sent thrill after electric thrill through her trembling young body.

Pam felt the head of the man's prick enter her cunt and she bent forward slightly and took hold of the woman's head as she sucked her pussy in slow, fluid motions and licked the entire length of her lewdly spread cunt lips.

"Fuck me and suck me!" Pam cried loudly as the woman's hands encircled her shaking body to hold tightly to the man's ass as he shoved more and more of his bending prick into her cunt.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body as the man fucked her obscenely from behind and the kneeling woman laved her cunt with her wet, sucking mouth. Oh, God, she thought, how on earth had she ever existed without this – how had she managed to exist before she had become a "Lotus Lady"? She shuddered as the first small orgasm took her and she breathed deeply, knowing that it would herald a rush that would soon leave her breathless but crying – begging for more.

And as she gripped the woman's head and forced her cunt into her face, she felt a warmth spread through her body for the two beautiful people loving her so – they were two of her best customers. It had been such a short time, she recalled, since she had taken that first ride with Marge as she was introduced to the best customers on earth and had become A Lady of the Lotus!

CHAPTER ONE

Pam Drum sat uncomfortably nervous on the car seat; a thin trickle of sweat ran down her right side and caused an involuntary chill to run through her lithe, young body; she felt the perspiration building on her thighs and she wished again she had not worn both panties and pantyhose. Not that it was so terribly warm – the greatest portion of her discomfort came from the fact that she was just a little bit scared. Of what, she did not know; Marge Townsend sat bright and cool behind the wheel of her Dodge Dart as they wound their way through the tree-shaded streets, pointing occasionally to a customer's home and remarking on the buying potential of that customer.

It was natural, Pam thought, to be just a little scared or nervous on the first day of a new job, and landing Marge's territory was somewhat of a windfall for the attractive young blonde, and she realized that the territory was hers due to the sales manager's response to her eager activity during the training classes she had attended over the past week. Yesterday a trainee, today a "Lotus Lady", she told herself, and squirmed in the seat, wishing she had driven her own air-conditioned car that day.

"We'll stop at Colonel Mitchum's," she heard Marge saying, "He always buys big this time of year and you can show him the new summer specials…" She smiled and winked at Pam as they drew up before a large brick home, set well back from the street. "He's a sweetheart, really – I'll leave you alone after the introduction and let you see for yourself – I've several articles to deliver in the next block."

Pam swallowed back her apprehension as she took her slender display case and her sales book and stepped out of the car. A cool breeze blew between her thighs and lifted the hem of the miniskirt that showed an attractive amount of her well-fleshed thighs. Nervously, she followed Marge up the winding walk to the covered porch of the beautiful home, and she watched as Marge pressed the button and called out, "Lotus calling…"

In a few moments, the door was opened widely and Pam blinked as a handsome, gray-haired man attired in a satin smoking jacket and slacks smiled down at her.

"Well, Mrs. Townsend," Pam heard him saying, "This is a pleasant surprise!" and he stepped back as Marge nodded and stepped into the coolness of the house.

Pam followed and found herself introduced to the suave Colonel Mitchum, then ushered into a large, well-furnished study just off the foyer. She looked about and the room bespoke a maleness that she had never before encountered: trophy after trophy adorned the walls – those that were not filled to overflowing with books – and the furniture was all oak and leather.

"Listen, you two," Marge said affably, "I've got that terrible Mrs. Horton to deliver a few things to… why don't you get acquainted and I'll drop back in about an hour."

"Of course, my dear," the Colonel returned. "Take your time – I'm sure I'm in good hands with Miss Drum here," and he smiled warmly at Pam as she cast a bewildered glance toward Marge.

As the woman turned for the door, she smiled and told Pam, "Don't disappoint the Colonel now, dear… he's going to be one of your best customers. Ta, ta!" she called, and was gone.

"Now… don't let me frighten you, dear girl," the Colonel said. "I'm no one special – just an old retired Army dog…" he winked. "And don't bother yourself trying to sell me – I'm sold on Lotus Products… my wife used them for years."

"Oh?" Pam said, finding her voice at last, "I'd love to meet her."

The Colonel smiled indulgently as he replied, "I'm afraid that's quite impossible, my dear. She's been dead for nearly five years now."

Pam felt her face flush as she realized what a terrible blunder she had made. "Oh… I'm… so sorry…"

"Come, come, my child, life must go on." He winked and added, "In all candor, I must admit, being a bachelor has its advantage… can I offer you something cool? You look a bit ravished – if you'll excuse the term."

Pam swallowed back her nervousness and wished to hell that Marge had not left her so abruptly – she felt terribly uneasy in the presence of this distinguished-looking man whose charm had totally disarmed her – and she hadn't even mentioned the summer specials yet! "Umm… yes," she said thickly. "It is rather warm, Colonel."

"Fine… but let's drop the formalities… my friends call me Peter…" He winked again. "It's just a nickname, of course."

Pam felt her face flush again for no apparent reason and she squirmed uncomfortably on the cool leather of the couch. She watched as the man crossed the room, pressed a button and a panel slid aside to reveal a small bar. He poured them both a light drink, and as he handed one to Pam, she realized it was liquor. She tried to protest, but he would not hear of it.

"Come, come, my child… it's only a gin and tonic – does wonders for you in this heat."

Pam looked up at him hesitantly, then tasted the cool liquid. It was refreshing and the sudden warmth that spread from her stomach to her limbs had a calming effect on her. As she set her glass aside and opened her display case, she remarked, "Marge said you might be interested in our summer specials, Colonel… Peter."

He laughed a deep, throaty laugh as he stood before her, then he said mysteriously, "Marge always manages to get my business one way or the other – and she always has something of a surprise for me…" He touched his chin with the rim of his glass and added, "But what say we get this relationship off on the right foot… I have a surprise for you!"

"For me?" she said, unsure as to whether or not she could accept something from a customer. "Marge didn't mention…" she began, then he cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Just take a sip of your drink, then close your eyes – and I won't take no for an answer, young lady – don't you know the customer is always right?"

She flushed again and knew what he said was true – they had repeated that, time and time again during her training course. She picked up her glass obediently and drained it, then sat back and closed her eyes as the warmth of the gin spread even further through her lovely young body.

The Colonel smiled down at the beautiful young thing and recalled his telephone conversation with Marge: "And do I have a surprise for you, Peter… just wait until you meet her – she's quite a package!" And to that, Mitchum had to agree. She was quite a package!

Pam closed her eyes tightly and wondered why she couldn't look – it seemed so strange to be in a bachelor's home, drinking gin and accepting a "surprise".

"Now, my dear, under no circumstances are you to open your eyes… do I have your word?" he asked as he moved directly in front of her. "Y-yes. I promise," she replied.

She felt her hand lifted then and she wondered what on earth he was going to give her. Then, Pam felt her fingers wrapped about something smooth and warm and soft. She tried to imagine what it might be as the man's hand closed around hers and held it lightly.

"What I'm giving you has been coveted by many, many women, my dear," she heard him saying, and she sensed the nearness of his body to her own – in fact, he was standing directly in front of her. "It will be yours for as long as you want it – to do with as you wish… just treat it gently!" he told her in a soft voice.

Pam gripped the strange object in her palm, and as she did, it twitched… then she felt it beginning to swell under her fingers and suddenly she realized what it was she held in her hand! Oh, God! she thought. It was… it was… was his penis!

Pam could not believe what was happening to her – this gentleman… this customer… his.

God – his prick! And she shuddered slightly as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes… you're bringing new life to the old staff, my dear… and for that you deserve yet another reward."

Pam felt him move even closer and as her hand bulged about his growing prick, she felt it brush her lips and she recoiled in sudden shock. "I… I… ohhhhh…" she muttered as she felt his hand on the back of her head pulling her forward. "Please…" she whimpered, and she was tempted to open her eyes, but she did not, for she had given her word.

"There, there, my child… indulge an old man in his final days… we can be such good friends… such good friends," he said, and rubbed the tip of his swollen prick over her mouth as he held her head firmly in his free hand.

Pam swallowed as she felt the pressure at the back of her head and her thoughts were a jumbled confusion as she tried vainly to think of something to say to this man – this customer – but she could not, and she felt a strange surge of heat in her loins as she felt the man's prick grow to a velvet hardness in her hand. Just this one, she told herself, but she would certainly have to have a talk with Marge about the situation – after all, what would people think?

And as her thoughts raced helter skelter, she felt the smooth, bulbous head of the man's prick push against her lips, and unable to draw back, she opened her mouth slightly and found it suddenly filled with his throbbing prick. My God! she thought frantically. He expected her to suck it!

"Oh, yes, my child… do that for me… it's such a lovely warm mouth you have… how utterly happy you're making an old man… how wonderful…"

And as he spoke, Pam felt his stiff prick shoved deeper into her throat and she nearly gagged as it brushed the roof of her mouth and bent slightly as it filled her mouth to capacity.

"Ummmm… uggggh… uhnnnn," she moaned as he filled her mouth completely.

Then he drew back and she moistened her tongue with saliva before he shoved forward again. She swirled her tongue about the satiny head and felt the tiny slit of his glans. A faint salty taste came to her and she wondered just how far he expected her to go with this ridiculous charade. Then he began stroking in and out of her obscenely ovaled lips and she heard his breath coming in short gasps as his stiff prick fucked in and out of her mouth slowly.

She felt the hand on hers move then, and as she gripped the thick base of his prick, she felt the wiry pubic hair and the slap of his huge balls against her hand. My God, she thought, he had removed his trousers! And the vision of him standing there naked from the waist down came to her – and strangely excited her.

She felt her own juices begin to flow and the crotch of her panties felt suddenly warm and sticky as she became aroused by his nearness. Experimentally, she reached out with her other hand and found his great, hairy balls and she stroked them, feeling on fire inside. Then she ran her hand around his naked thigh to cup his slender ass as his prick was driven ever deeper into her mouth and throat.

"Ohhhhh… Godddd… uhnnnn…" she whimpered as he reached down and found her braless breast and fondled it through the thin material of her blouse. His fingers excited her and as they rolled her nipples against the material, she felt new waves of pleasure break over her heated young body.

Then, without warning, he pulled back and extracted his prick from her sucking mouth and told her softly: "Stand up, my dear… but keep your eyes closed."

Pam did as she was asked and she heard him sit on the leather couch. Then his hands were on the backs of her legs and she felt him as he drew down both pantyhose and, panties in one swift movement. She kicked off her shoes as the garments were peeled from her body, then she felt her brief skirt lifted to her waist. A chill went through her body as she felt herself lifted, then she was lying beside him on the wide couch.

With her legs spread lewdly, she felt him nuzzle her crotch, then his mouth came in contact with her pussy. She gasped loudly and found her head forced down on his throbbing prick again as he began to suck her cunt.

My God! she thought. This couldn't be happening! Why, he was old enough to be her father! But still, she filled her mouth with his huge prick and sucked it lovingly as he nestled his head between her legs and licked from the top of her cunt to her tiny, pinched anus to send chill after chill through her vibrant young body. She felt him suck her erect clit into his mouth, and as he caught it between his teeth, she cried out from around the head of his cock.

"Yeek!" she thrilled loudly, then moaned deeply as he laved her pussy with his hot, wet tongue. Good grief! she thought, he was going to make her cum! And she did! The orgasm washed over her naked loins as the Colonel cupped her ass cheeks and drove his tongue deeply into her cunt like a tiny pistoning prick, and drove her over the brink.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "Yes… I'm cumming… suck me… suck me… make me cuuummm!!!" and she shuddered atop his hairy body in the throes of a great orgasm that left her breathless and inert, his still-stiff prick clutched tightly in her small hands.

"Ohhhh… Jesus, Colonel… no one's ever done that before!" she moaned as she blinked her eyes in wonder. She heard him chuckle and as he rubbed the cheeks of her ass she realized that he had not enjoyed a climax with her and she felt suddenly sorry that she had not been able to bring him off.

He licked her juices as they flowed from the pink petals of her swollen pussy lips and he smiled to himself – he was still the best, he told himself as he wormed a finger into the girl's tightly puckered asshole and felt her squirm down against his mouth. She'd be begging for more before he was through with her, he thought lasciviously, and his finger disappeared to the second knuckle.

"Oh! Uhhh!" Pam gasped as she felt the sudden intrusion of her anal canal. "P-Peter… what… what do you think you're doing?"

But in answer, his finger sunk in completely and he nibbled her cunt again as she writhed against him. Pam felt the fullness in her ass – and it was not an unpleasant feeling. The pain had passed quickly and a warmth was now emanating from her asshole as he nibbled on her aching cunt.

She licked the top of his prick head and tasted the same faintly salty taste she had found before, and as she pulled her mouth off to examine his prick, she found a drop of clear fluid oozing from the slit in the end. She licked it off and wondered at the taste – Pam was no stranger to sex, but high school was two years behind her and since that time, she hadn't felt a hard prick such as this. Back-seat fucking was actually the limit of her experience, and she had known that if a girl wanted dates, she had to put out – but it had always left her unsatisfied and she had wondered at all the words she had read on the subject and of all the tales her girlfriends had shared with her. She had never found any of those wonderful, earth-shaking things they talked about – just put it in, cum in gushes and pant, talking about how good it was.

But the Colonel had shown her something else… she had actually cum from him sucking her cunt – a thing she did not believe possible. And as she thought about it, she felt herself building to yet another orgasm, and in her mouth, the man's prick began to twitch and throb and it seemed to swell even larger as she sucked it deep into her throat.

"Oh, yes… yes, my child…" she heard him gasp out. "Good Lord, yessss… suck my prick… take it deep… let me cum in that lovely hot mouth of yours… take meeeee!" he cried, and Pam felt the first hot spurt of his semen as it splashed against the roof of her mouth, then filled it to overflowing.

She gulped as the huge prick spasmed inside her throat and she felt him lift his hips up to her as he gushed great gobs of cum into her sucking mouth. It was hot and somewhat sticky and she felt small traces of it dribble from the corners of her mouth as she attempted to swallow it all, but she could not.

As his body eased beneath her, she felt his finger pop obscenely from her tight asshole and she realized she had had another orgasm – right along with him – but so engrossed had she been with his spurting prick, she had not been fully aware of it. She pulled her wet lips from his softening prick and lay her head against his hairy thigh as she heard him gasping for breath, and she drew her own breath deeply and shuddered as she exhaled.

Pam drifted dreamily for long moments as her body unwound and she found the warmth of the man's body somehow comforting following their sexual interlude. She breathed deeply and found the tingling in the pit of her stomach a welcome feeling as his fingers touched the lips of her pussy and teased her there. She wrapped her fingers around his half-erect prick and began to pull on it gently, rubbing the soft, pink head against her cheek, then she pulled it to her lips and kissed it softly to find a slender strand of his semen still oozing from the slit in the tip. She licked it clean, and as she did, she felt it stiffen again in her hand.

She cupped his balls and felt their weight, then lifted one to her mouth and sucked it in. The Colonel gasped as he felt his ball sucked into her hot mouth, and he knew he was rising again. He felt his prick twitch against her smooth cheek, and as he stroked her wet pussy and cupped her ass cheeks gently, he sighed deeply.

"Are your eyes still closed, my child?" he asked her.

"Ummm… yes…" she lied, and closed her eyes tightly.

Then Pam felt herself lifted up, and as though with no effort, the Colonel sat up himself and sat her down in his lap. She felt his knees come together as he eased her down, and the feeling of his hairy legs against her on smooth thighs sent yet another thrill through her beautiful young body. She felt him lift her up gently, spread her legs, and as he eased her down again, she found his prick protruding between her legs and pressed against the lips of her stretched pussy.

He took hold of her hands and placed them on his growing cock and whispered in her ear, "Rub it against your cunny, my child… rub it and if you like, put it in… it wasn't fair for you, my cuniming off like that in your mouth."

Pam thrilled at his concern for her, and as she pressed his stiff prick against her splayed pussy, waves of pleasure swam through her head and body and she hunched forward slightly to rub his prick up and down against her exposed clit. She felt the turgid little nub of flesh respond to her manipulations and it was better even than her hairbrush, and she groaned deeply as his prick throbbed between the folds of her cunt.

Then Pam was lifted up slightly and she understood; bending his prick back towards her, she eased the head of it into her aching cunt and nearly erupted as he thrust his hips upward and buried his prick into her sopping pussy. Then his hands were beneath her blouse and as they cupped her firm young tits, she heaved a great sigh and shuddered as he rolled her erect nipples between the tips of his fingers, then cupped her tits fully and hugged her to him.

A slow, grinding motion began below her, and even though the prick in her remained stationary, Pam derived so much pleasure from his subtle movements she nearly screamed in ecstasy. Then he humped upward and she pressed down against his thighs with her palms flat and began a slow up-and-down movement as he fondled her tits with one hand and his other moved to the hairy pubic area and stroked her gently there. She felt his finger search out her clit, and as he began to stroke it gently with just the tip of his finger, she was sent to new heights of sensation and she threw her head back and gasped for breath.

"Do you like that, my child… do you like old peter in your pussy? Do you like to be sucked and fucked and to feel my hot spurting prick in your mouth and cunt… do you?"

"Y-yes… oh, good grief, yes!" she told him.

"Tell me… tell me what you like as I fuck you like this – my finger in your cunt, my hand squeezing your full, ripe tits… tell me, tell me what you want!"

"Uhhhh… I love what you're doing to me… I love the feel of your prick in my mouth, in my cunt… I love the way you fuck me! Oh, God… but do I love it!" she whimpered as she felt her orgasm building and he squeezed her body to his as he became aware of the slight quivering in her loins.

"Tell me what you like most… tell me… say the words!"

"I… uhhn… I… oh, Jesus… I can't talk just fuck… just fuck… fuck me in my cunt… fuuuucccckkkk!" she screamed.

The Colonel felt his prick and balls flooded with her juices as she stiffened and bounced up and down on his throbbing prick. He shuddered with her as the first of his contractions caused his legs to shoot out stiffly and she bent forward, his prick buried to the thick base in her spasming cunt. He held her tightly, then raised her by the waist to jam her down swiftly on his shooting cock. He felt the burst of semen as it splashed against her womb and she cried out again as she dug her nails into his legs and choked back sob after sob. He gasped for breath as the contractions continued and he felt his cum running from her cunt and into his lap as she quivered like a dying fish out of water and her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Finally, she lay in his arms and he stroked her pussy as his prick softened and slipped out to lie against his thigh. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, brushing her soft blonde hair away from the nape of her neck. She chilled as he licked her neck and she was only dimly away as he reached between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a soft towel to dry her blonde thatch and wipe her sensitive cunt.

She felt him lift her up and then she sat back exhausted as she felt him kneel before her and slip her shoes on her feet. She sat like that for what seemed a very long time, and off in the distance, she heard the clink of ice as it was dropped into a glass, then she felt the coolness of the glass in her hand as his voice came to her.

"You can open your eyes now, my child."