Chapter 8 - The Happy Horndog
Raven haired Bobbi won their little contest.
"He flopped like a fish between my legs as his heart shut down! What a rush!
He came as went, so to speak!"
Bobbi was a little disappointed though.
"I thought he was dead, but the pasty-faced old horndog had just passed
out!"
Ursula didn't worry. It was just a matter of grinding Jason a bit more. She
promised to pay Bobbi her bonus for taking care of hubby so spectacularly in her
absence. He wasn't quite dead yet, but Jason was well on his way.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!"
A day later, Jason Highliner sat, propped up in the hospital bed with his
eyes shut and a big, stupid grin on his face. Under the blanket, Ursula's hand
moved deftly, masturbating her rich husband, murmuring all the naughty things he
loved to hear, eyes avidly watching the monitors as her his blood pressure
skyrocketted.
The warning buzzer sounded as Ursula masturbated him into another major
coronary. She hardly had time to withdraw her hand, wipe away the evidence and
put on a look of deep distress before the nurses and doctors flooded in to bring
him back, shakier than ever. Ursula was a little vexed. Despite her lewdest
efforts, the old horndog just wouldn't let go.
Walking away from the hospital, Ursula sighed. It was just a matter of time.
Once more should do it for sure. It had been a close call cleaning up before the
help arrived. Next time, she'd give head and swallow a dying man's cum. She
smiled at the thought, wondering if it would taste any different.
Walking to her car, Ursula bumped into Mary Cheatham, Jason's attorney.
Ursula told Mary the bad news about Jason's latest coronary and informed her
dolefully that there was no news of Tiffany, probably lost at sea, alas.
A hard-faced, middle-aged ice queen, Mary looked at Ursula sharply.
"Honey, I've seen it all and you're not very good! You're lying, sweetmeat!
You know what happened to Tiffany, probably engineered it from a nice safe
distance with suitable alibis in place! Her body will wash up just in time for
you to scoop it all, I'm sure. The only question in my mind is whether you were
whacking Jason off or giving him head when he had his coronary just now."
Ursula stared at her like a snake confronted by a mongoose. Mary laughed.
"Honey, I can't prove any of this, but I can tie up the estate so that you
will be a withered old crone before you see a penny from it."
Ursula was shaken.
"What do you want? Lawyers almost always have an angle."
It turned out that, indeed, lawyer Mary did have a deal to offer. Mary gave
Ursula her best bull-dyke grin. She put her arm around Ursula's creamy shoulders
and gave her a friendly squeeze.
"I don't really give a shit about Jason. Dead or alive, I get paid. You're
right about one thing: we lawyers are and love slime! This particular lawyer
prefers female slime and you're the perfect one to supply it!"
She looked Ursula's yummy body up and down brazenly.
"You want Jason's money? I don't mind at all! You're just going to work a
little harder to get it. For what I have in mind, Ursula, you're a little
over-dressed!"
Mary boldly stuck her tongue in Ursula's delicate coral ear.
Ursula smirked. This she could handle.
