A morning caller

Frank was making breakfast when he heard his doorbell ring. Checking the video, he saw it was Natalie, looking elegant for the morning, but also looking anxious. Smiling, he opened the door and welcomed her in.

"Sorry to bother you...actually I'm not sorry at all," she grinned starting to strip off her clothes. "I came to remind you of my party tomorrow, and to get some hard dick. I've got a plug in my ass, vibrating like crazy, and my cunt is dripping."

"You've come to the right place," he chuckled, pulling her into an embrace and fondling her body. "Is the plug to keep me out of you ass or to get yourself ready for cock?"

"Make an educated guess," she purred, pulling her panties aside to show herself off.

"First things first," Frank chuckled. "I'll be at your party."

"That's good. Tara's already bought about six bikinis. I don't know which one she's planning to show off to you but you could hide any of them behind a postage stamp. Now lets move on to the part where you fuck me."

"The California Open," he chuckled. "The nickname fits."

"It sure does. Now lie back and relax, I've got work to do." She pushed against him, walking him backwards until he was forced to grab her or fall. Grinning he carried her into a bedroom, his hands roaming. She giggled, batting them aside.

"This is my treat," she whispered, freeing his cock and lapping at it happily.

"Mmmm...still as tasty as ever. And I don't taste another woman on it. I'm surprised."

"Are you?"

"Mmmmhmmmm," she purred, giggling softly then sucking at the tip of his cock. "I'm not blind or stupid. I saw you at the Gillespies, twice. And that Cornell woman might as well have a sign around her neck. Everytime she goes by your house she looks at it like its a temple. A few others too I imagine. Tell me Frank, how many women on the street are you fucking?"

"If that was true it would be between me and them."

"Good answer," she murmured engulfing his shaft and sucking hard.