Paige Rogers was best known nowadays as CEO and spokeswoman for Nutragenex Weight Loss, but to Tom Jacobs she'd always be "Joey Fairweather," the ditzy heiress she'd played decades ago on the hit sitcom
Fairweather Friends.
Her character's role on the show had consisted mainly of wearing as little as possible while delivering comically doe-eyed takes in reaction to the double-entendre punchlines of her many would-be suitors.
Her role in the life of adolescent Tom Jacobs had been providing prime jack-off fuel for half an hour every Thursday evening at 8:00 PM. He'd had her iconic swimsuit poster on his bedroom wall, and the issue of
Playboy
featuring her pre-fame layout stashed between a couple of
X-Factors
in a comic bin.
So, to find himself this morning in one of his own hotel's luxury suites with Paige lying between his legs sucking his cock was the stuff of fantasy. Those blue eyes that had stared so vacuously at her co-stars on a 21-inch screen now blazed with lust as she devoted herself single-mindedly to pleasuring his prick.
For a woman in her mid-fifties, Paige was remarkably trim and youthful. It was evident up close that her age-defying sex appeal resulted more from the skill of Beverly Hills surgeons than from her own branded fitness products, but Tom really didn't care. Those pouting lips might be plumped up with collagen but they were still warm and supple and knew their way around a dick.
"This is not the deal that we always had with Milt," Paige's daughter Lauren declared. She sat at the room's small writing desk, nude other than for her black-rimmed Dolce & Gabbana eyeglasses, reviewing the booking contracts for Nutragenex's upcoming "motivational seminar" here at Oakmore. "In the past, we received a significant discount off the top in exchange for buying out the hotel."
"Ah...er...really?" Tom strained to concentrate on Lauren's words. If Paige's blowjob was a negotiating tactic it was damned effective. She used one hand to hold his shaft just behind the rim of his cockhead, licking and circling her tongue around the sensitive knob while rolling his swollen balls in the palm of her other. Tom wondered how many men Paige had sucked off in her meteoric Hollywood career.
The more the better,
he decided, appreciating that he was reaping the carnal rewards of every minute she'd ever spent coaxing jism from a long succession of throbbing cocks.
"Of course we'll honor the terms you're accustomed to," he promised Lauren. "I'll pull last year's paperwork and—
ahhh
—have the revised contract sent up this afternoon."
Paige and her third husband Neil had leveraged her fleeting television stardom to launch Nutragenex as a multi-level marketing company decades ago. Their business model utilized hundreds of independent distributors, dubbed "coaches," scattered around the country direct selling tons of microwavable diet meals every month. The most successful coaches, most of them women in their thirties and forties, were rewarded with lavish vacations and all-expenses-paid participation in the annual Nutragenex Wellness Seminar.
Oakmore had hosted these seminars for the last three years running. A week away from spouses and children, indulging in secret and indiscriminate sex with one another and with attractive young strangers, was apparently highly effective motivation for Paige's star saleswomen.
"I'm sure that'll be fine." Lauren made a notation on the papers and set them aside. She withdrew a Hitachi Wand from her briefcase and sauntered over to perch on the foot of the bed. She rolled the soft head of the toy lightly over her mother's buttocks. "That's the way, Mother," she cooed. "Suck the nice man's cock. Gobble that cock like the whore you've always been." Paige's face reddened in humiliation at her daughter's taunting but the words seemed to spur her on to suck Tom even more ferociously.
Lauren nudged the vibrator up between her mother's legs and switched it on. When the head touched Paige's clitoris she stiffened and her eyes flew wide open like she'd been stung by a wasp. Her head plunged downward and she swallowed Tom's cock to its root. Her wildly spasming throat gripped his fuckmeat and milked him like a madwoman.
"You love it so much, don't you?" Lauren ran the buzzing toy around her mother's wet, parted cunt lips. "I know you do. You're so open. So wet. You're just dying to cum. Well...go ahead, drink Mr. Jacobs' spunk, and then maybe we'll do something about that."
Paige suddenly pulled her mouth off of Tom's cock, shaking her head violently. "No!" She rolled onto her back. "I wanna get fucked now," she implored. "I want him in my cunt."
"Don't be difficult, Mother."
"P-please," Paige gasped, reaching out to grab Lauren's wrist. "Come on, sweetie, I can eat your pussy while he fucks me."
"Hmm...tempting. What do you think, Mr. Jacobs?" Lauren teased. "Where would you like to shoot your load?"
"We pride ourselves on offering a fully personalized guest experience here at Oakmore," Tom said. "Ms. Rogers, if you want me to fuck you I'll be honored to do so."
Paige's eyes lit up. She spread her legs wide. Tom paused, looking down in awe at the trembling blonde beauty. That famous face! He wanted to capture this moment in his memory and hold onto it forever.
"Oh...put it in! In, in, in!" Paige chanted as she bucked her hips upward, trying desperately to spear her cunt on his prick. Tom grinned and sheathed his cock inside her with a single stroke. It was like plunging into a whirlpool of warm oil. Paige Rogers' pussy had as much know-how as her mouth.
"Unnnnngh!" she moaned as he drove his prick in and out of her sucking snatch. Whenever he pulled out, her cuntal muscles twitched and tightened, trying to keep him deep inside her. When he thrust forward her whole body convulsed. She fucked with her entire being.
Lauren swung a leg over her mother's head. "No reason for that whore mouth to go wanting," she hissed as she lowered her pussy down on Paige's face. Paige darted her tongue out and licked her daughter's nectar-dripping pussy like it was made of ice cream.
Tom leaned forward to take Lauren's big firm breasts in his hands, playing with her nipples while continuing to fucking Paige. He guessed she was about thirty, and had an all-natural look about her, in contrast to her mother. She was a ringer for Paige, back in her TV days.
Lauren never stopped using the wand on her mother, running it over Paige's tits, down her stomach, and around her labia. Whenever she touched it lightly to Paige's clitoris the older woman cried out and arched even harder upward to meet Tom's thrusts. At those moments he could feel the toy's little vibrations ripple through his cock.
"You...are...
good
with that thing," Tom said.
"It's how I trained her to eat my pussy," Lauren smirked. "Oh, she'd done more than her share of muff-diving but she was more used to being catered to by her partners. Fame does that to a person, you know? I decided it was high time my sweet slutty mother learned to give back."
