Peggy Barton had come all the way from New York to work in Las Vegas. With all the money there was floating around New York, it seemed ridiculous for Peggy to come to Nevada, but nevertheless, this was where she had come. There was a reason for it. Her family lived in New York, and there was always the possibility of running into a family member, or at least someone who knew a family member, and then "little" Peggy would have been in trouble.
She was called "little" Peggy as opposed to her mother who was just Peggy. Her mother had been the glamorous one, and she had been told that men had flocked to her mother before her father, an ordinary teamster, had actually married her.
She looked more like her father than her mother, and this was bad as far as she was concerned. Her father had a long nose, which she had, as well, and he had closely set together eyes, which she also had. Even her mouth was thin like her father's rather than full like her mother's. True, she had long, dark-blonde hair, and her father had brown hair. She had full bosoms, a slender waist, rounded hips, and long legs that were nicely shaped. But Peggy thought of herself as ugly.
Many of the boys who dated her hadn't thought the twenty-year-old girl was ugly. But before they'd had an opportunity to assess their chances with her, Peggy's father had frightened them off.
Peggy knew the only way to get anywhere in the world was to have lots of money. She also knew she would never make it as a model or an actress. The only way to really make big money was to become a big time hooker. Unfortunately, in New York there were so many small time hookers available, it didn't pay to try and become a big time whore. Besides, as previously noted, even if she did manage to become big time in the big city, someone she knew might report it back to her father, and that would be the end of her moneymaking career. One other thing decided her against New York, and that was the Mafia. They ran most of the prostitution rings in New York, and independents weren't welcome.
As an independent, she wouldn't be welcome in Las Vegas, either. This was especially true since she had absolutely no experience whatsoever. She was still a virgin, thanks to daddy. But, if she went to work for one of the better hotels as a maid, then she stood a chance of operating independently, since hotel maids were not subject to the rules and regulations set down by the Las Vegas sheriff's office. This was especially true if she did not actively solicit, and in Las Vegas, as a maid, it would be very easy not to solicit and still earn big money with that tiny little hole between her thighs.
So here was Peggy Barton in Las Vegas. In Vegas, a town full of beautiful women, one merely pretty girl like Peggy went virtually unnoticed. This suited her fine, especially since she was dressed very conservatively, in a simple blue skirt and blue jacket with a white blouse, and therefore didn't attract the attention of wandering patrol cars as she briskly walked the streets of the city.
She'd had an interview arranged with Max Stander, the owner of The Naiad, the newest, most posh resort in Las Vegas. It was a huge hotel with lots and lots of acreage around it, right on the strip. It had the largest gambling casinos in the world in it, each one more luxurious in appearance than the next. There were six different casinos in the hotel, and each was larger than many of the combined casinos of two and three hotels put together.
At five minutes to ten on a Sunday morning, Peggy, fresh off the bus, suitcase in hand, walked through the doors of the huge hotel and asked the way to Mr. Stander's office. When directed, she walked through corridors of deep pile carpeting, and she finally reached the door. Knocking, she was told to enter, and did so.
She was in an outer office, but no one was there, it being Sunday. However, the door to the inner office was open, and a large, heavyset man with white hair was sitting behind a desk in his shirtsleeves, sorting out bills.
"Come on in," he invited in a gravelly voice.
Peggy walked in, and saw the office was larger than many apartments she had known. Heck! It was even larger than the entire ranch house in which she had lived almost all her life. There was deep blue carpeting on the floor, matching blue draperies around the windows, and even the walls had pastel blue wallpaper.
Max Stander was pudgy, with a flat nose, two double chins, and hair that seemed to fly in every direction at once. He pointed to a chair in front of his desk, and Peggy sat.
"You're the one who's looking for the job of maid, huh," he said.
"Yes," Peggy nodded.
"Uh huh! You ain't a bad looker. Yeah, you'll do, that is, if you know how to make a bed and clean up a room."
"I worked with my mother, who's a nurse, for three years," Peggy told him. "Believe me, nurses are better than maids when it comes to making beds and cleaning rooms."
"Yeah, I believe that," Max nodded. "Look, a there's one other thing you oughta know. We don't dig a chick flashing herself to all the high rollers who work here, get me?"
"I understand," Peggy nodded, feeling her heart sink a little.
"The sheriff's office frowns on indies. All prostitutes gotta work for some regular stable or other, and their pimps get a rake-off. You follow me?"
"Yes," Peggy nodded.
"Good. Now, lemmee make somethin' else straight. If some guy flashes money at you and you don't wanna take what he has to offer, you tell him no. If he persists, you come and tell me, and I have him tossed out on his keester. Got me?"
"Yes," Peggy nodded.
"However, if some high roller offers you money without your comin' on to him first, and you wanna take the money, we look the other way. Just as long as you ain't solicitin'. You're over eighteen, so you go ahead and do what you wanna do, just as long as it don't interfere with your job as a maid, and just as long as you can't be caught for solicitin'. One more thing. You do agree to get into the sack with some guy, and then he yells you tried hookin' him, you come straight to me. Long as you didn't make the first offer, and believe me, I'll know if ya did, I'll back ya alla way, so the sheriff's office can't touch you, and the stable boys stay away from you. Got me?"
"Yes sir," Peggy nodded.
"Good. Now I'll call the head of the maids in here, and you go with her. She'll show you where you'll sleep. We have a small place where alla maids sleep if they ain't got no livin' quarters of their own. We don't charge you nothin' for the board, and as far as the food, you pay cost, 'cause we can't afford to feed all the help here and still hope to make a profit if they don't at least pay us what we paid for the food."
"That's fine" Peggy nodded.
"Good. Y'start at two hunnert-and-fifty a week, which in this town is a real modest salary, but the tips you make, one way or another, oughtta make up for it."
"Thank you," Peggy said, standing as he picked up the phone.
"S'all right kid," he nodded. "I hope you make it." w
CHAPTER TWO
Sunday was a relatively mild day compared to all others, basically because most of the hotel's inhabitants were recovering from Saturday night revels. Peggy was told to ignore anything that might still be going on when cleaning the rooms. If couples were still asleep, she was to quietly leave and return later. If they were awake and indulging themselves and one another, she was also to leave. Under no circumstances was she to irritate the hotel guests. Unless it involved embarrassing her personally, she was to do anything and everything the guests insisted she do.
The head maid had taken Peggy first to her own room in a small wing of the hotel where guests were not permitted. There, Peggy was to share a room with one of the other women who worked as a maid, and who was already hard at work.
Peggy was given three maid's uniforms her size and told to keep at least one as a spare in case the one she was wearing got dirty, while the third one would be in the basement laundry being cleaned after she had initially worn it. The uniform was actually little more than a showgirl's costume, with almost no sleeves, a mini-bottom, and frilly panties the same midnight-blue as the rest of the uniform.
Peggy was told where to find the linen closets on the various floors, where there would also be hampers available so she would be able to take away the dirty linen. She would also find extra vacuum cleaners in each of the linen closets, as well as all the necessary cleansers, cleaning rags, spray waxes and such. The only money she was to consider hers, was money left after the guest had departed the room.
Peggy was given a spot on the hotel's eighth floor. Since it was such a large hotel, the eighth floor required three different maids working hard to cover the entire floor between the hours of nine and three. Unless a guest was still in his room by three, preventing a maid from doing her work, every room on her itinerary was to be completed by that time.
Peggy had a total of fifteen rooms to cover, which really wasn't that many since her father, who had once worked for a cleaning service during a teamster's strike, had shown her how to charge through a house in no time flat, cleaning the entire house in less than an hour. A hotel room would be taken care of in much faster time, even with the changing of linens. In fact, since most houses her father had cleaned had six-or-more rooms, Peggy was certain she'd be able to go through each hotel room in less than fifteen minutes. Thus, even if she were slowed down or delayed for some reason or other, she ought to be able to get through with her work in the time allotted her.
Since she was starting late today, she wasn't expected to do all fifteen rooms. Four of them had already been done for her, and in the five work hours she had left, she was expected to finish the remaining eleven.
Emerging from the hotel's linen closet in the north wing of the eighth floor, Peggy wheeled her linen cart through the halls and systematically went to work cleaning the rooms. She got through six rooms in an hour-and-a-quarter, and had them spotless.
It was when she reached the seventh room that she ran into the kind of trouble she knew she ought to expect.
CHAPTER THREE
Like all other rooms, this one was locked, and she had to use the master key given to her by the head maid to get in. There was no sign on the door telling her not to disturb the occupants, so she unlocked the door and walked right in. The moment she did so, she froze. Inside were four people, two of each gentler. "Oops, sorry," she said. "I'll come back later."
"No, no, s'all right," a hung-over woman with medium brown hair said to her. "Might just as well get it all over and done with right now. Clean up the place and scram."
"Hey, Mary Ann," one of the men, a tall, skinny man with dark-blonde hair, much like Peggy's, called out. "Who the hell're you talkin' to at this time of the morning?"
"If you'd open your eyes," the one referred to as Mary Ann replied to the speaker, "you'd be able to see."
"Look, I'd better come back later," Peggy insisted, not wanting to get into trouble her first day on the job.
"Hey, you get your butt back here and clean up this room, right now," the woman called Mary Ann insisted, sliding out of bed, revealing that she was stark naked. "If you don't do your job, I'll call the management and tell 'em you're trying to get away without cleaning our room. That'll get you sacked."
Peggy, still new to all this, and unaware of precisely what it was these people were or were not capable of doing, decided at the moment she was better off not trying to fight them. The slender, somewhat tallish brown-haired woman-and she looked taller than she was because she was so slender-had a firm, compact physique, one covered by a series of black-and-blue marks, attesting to the fact that her body had been handled, then handled again during the night. At the moment her slender form was tight and compact, but the way she was abusing herself meant she would one day become flabby and jelly-like. Even her breasts, which at present were firm, is small, rounded teats with tiny tan nipples and no areolae would one day start to sag. Her waist was narrow enough at present, and her hips trim. She was obviously one of the professional women belonging to the many stables who operated in this area.
There were two people on the other bed, as well, and the woman there was the first one to awaken. She was a bleached blonde with almost no breasts at all, and her body was almost the mirror image of the female with brown hair. She was lean, almost boyish in that she had no real hips, and like the darker-haired woman, she was pretty enough-for the moment. like Mary Ann, she was also coming out of what had obviously been a staggering drunk.
Peggy knew if she didn't watch herself, she would end up like these women. That was the last thing she wanted to do. At least as a maid, if she did make contact with men who wanted to use her, she would be able to save almost all the money and build herself a big-enough bank account on which to one day retire. As a matter-of-fact, she had an account she had opened in a New York bank just before she had left. It was one of those accounts that sent quarterly statements rather than use a passbook, and she would be able to bank by mail. This way, if someone from the sheriff's office got cute and tried checking on any bank account she might have in Vegas, he would find very little to substantiate that she was earning money over and above that which the hotel was paying her.
There was a second man in the room, but he was still under the covers, blocked by the blonde, who was called Arlene. However the first man, whose name Peggy later learned was Dennis, was long, thin, almost to the point of being stringy. He had ears set close to his head, and at the moment he was wearing tight fitting jockey briefs, and nothing else. His body was covered with dried sweat, obviously from the previous night's exertions.
"Wha's goin' on here?" the second man asked, suddenly sitting up. like the first, he was cleanshaven, but he was almost bald, and unlike the first man, he was a beefy man. Facially he was better-looking than the first man, though he was so blowsy at that time of the morning, it was difficult to tell.
It was obvious the room belonged to the two men, and they had tipped a bellboy in order for him to provide them with the services of the two prostitutes. Obviously they had started downstairs, since the room wasn't too messed up, and they had both gotten roaring drunk. Then they had returned to the room where they had gotten down to their skin suits and played all kinds of games. Then the men had slipped on their undershorts-the beefy man was wearing boxer shorts, and they had all gone to sleep, though heaven-only knew what time they had finally conked out.
While the beefy man, who was called Sheldon, got out of bed, patting the rump of the artificially blonde Arlene, the one called Dennis got to his feet, stretched and yawned. Sheldon staggered off to the bathroom, more woozy than ever.
"Ummmmm, well ... hi there," Dennis yawned, then yawned again, grinning at Peggy, who, never having encountered anything like this in her life, was more than a little frightened. "Hey, I see you've come to join the party. Good, good! Hey look, lady, I got somethin' to show you."
He took a long, deep breath and began beating his chest like a gorilla. He hooked his thumb in the elastic waistband of his undershorts and tugged them down, letting them fall around his ankles to reveal a pecker that was unlike anything Peggy had ever seen. As a nurse's aide, she had helped her mother in the hospital wards and had seen her share of flaccid penises, but there was nothing flaccid about this organ. It was stiff, it was thick, it was swollen, and it was pointing in her direction, topped by a massive red tip-a tip that looked like an onion.
Peggy, having worked in the hospital for some time before deciding it definitely was not for her, thought, after all the misery she had seen there, she was incapable of being shocked, but she had to admit the open behavior of these people was disgusting. She turned away from what Dennis was trying to show her and started vacuuming the carpet. She wanted to finish as swiftly as possible and then get out of this terrible room. It smelled of the four bodies, and even if she were able to open the windows and air the room out, it probably would be hours before it became habitable by someone else.
She vacuumed rapidly, but she was unable to help but notice from the corner of her eye that Dennis, the skinny dark-blonde man who had displayed himself to her, was turning his naked body and beckoning to the bleached-blonde, Arlene, all alone in her bed. Arlene finally climbed out of the bed, but she was unsteady on her feet. She almost fell sideways, staggering as she held her arm out to keep her balance. She found herself suddenly standing in front of the TV set in the corner of the room.
Dennis walked over and turned her to face the TV set, and as if she were under arrest, he had her put her hands on top of the set, then move her feet way back, spreading them as wide as possible. He wasted no time rubbing his hand up and down the insides of Arlene's thighs, smiling when she winced as he pinched her.
"I like fucking a cunt from the rear every now and again," he shouted at her loud enough for his voice to be heard over the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
Using his fingers to keep her leaking vaginal slot splayed wide open, he reached down with his other hand, grabbed his phallic lance, and pushed it right up against her tantalizing pussylips. Arlene seemed to be a woman ready for sex at all times. Her hot cunt was already a seething, boiling honey-pot.
Peggy had left the door to the room open while she was working, but Arlene was totally oblivious to this fact, not caring if anyone passing by did peer inside. It was plain her cunt was obviously one that had been used rather considerably since Dennis's cock, which was massively thick, still had no trouble whatsoever fitting itself into her tightness. It shoved itself into the gaping orifice with a single upward flexing as he rammed his hips forward.
"Yeah," he grinned at her. "Your cunt is just like Mary Ann's. Fits right around my cock."
The blonde bent the upper half of her slender body over the top of the TV set, hugging it tightly against her body as Dennis pressed his swollen cock deeper into her cunt, pushing his hairy thighs against the white roundness of her ass-cheeks. He began rotating his hips very violently as he began plunging the full length of his massive dork in and out of the tightness of the lovely lady's noisily sucking pussy.
Arlene started going into insane gyrations, herself. She began slamming her sucking, slurping pussy violently back and forth in time to the obscenely violent thrusts and rotations as if she were constantly corkscrewing herself back and forth, on and away from his jackhammering prick. She had no trouble whatsoever engulfing the massive length of the organ, applying the muscles she had long-ago developed in her cunt so they were able to cling suckingly to the throbbing length. Arlene began gasping in ecstasy almost immediately, and Peggy realized she was putting on an act, making the man feel he was really getting to her. The whore knew her business, all right. Men like to think they can make a whore climax, in spite of the fact that her body has been used by so many cocks she should be inured to orgasm. The solid masculine meat drove its way into her fiery center again and again.
As the plunging penis continued moving in and out of the tightly sucking depths of the bleached blonde, revealing almost all of its full, gleaming length on each backstroke, Peggy, from where she was standing, saw it was covered with the bubbling froth produced inside Arlene's steaming pussy. As Dennis's pelvis banged itself against the lovely woman's rounded ass-cheeks, the froth enmeshed itself in his pubic hairs and smeared all over her rounded buttocks, making the white ass-cheeks glisten and shine.
In spite of the sounds of the vacuum cleaner, Peggy found herself clearly able to distinguish the continuing squish-squish of their tandem movements as the blonde began riding his stiff cock all the more violently, her arms wrapping themselves that much more tightly around the TV set. She really did seem to be enjoying what was happening, and Peggy began wondering how much of it was an act, after all. At any rate, she was getting an education, since she realized this was precisely the way men would expect her to react once they started fucking her.
Dennis was responding that much more strongly now, his frontal thighs whacking solidly against the backs of the sexy blonde's thighs as he powered into Arlene with all the strength and violence he had in him, slamming so hard, her feet were lifted up off the floor on each forward stroke as his pelvis hoisted her rounded ass-cheeks into the air.
"I'M ... UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH . . ? . GONNA SHOOT ... GONNA SHOOT he gasped, moving faster. "I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK..."
"Just a little longer, a little longer, please..."
Arlene was begging. "Hold on just a little longer, handsome. Your friend, last night, frustrated the hell out of me while he came twice. I'm almost there. Take your cock out of my cunt for a little while and suck my pussy. I washed it out real good after your friend was finished. Come on, be a sport."
Peggy was unable to determine if this was some kind of an act. Prostitutes weren't supposed to be concerned with their own orgasms. They were paid good money to make certain the man had a climax.
"Why the fuck should I do a thing like that?" Dennis asked, and Peggy, moving the vacuum cleaner around, noticed a glint in his eye. It was something he wanted to do, or at least it was something leading up to more of what he wanted the girl to do. He was continuing to drive his throbbing phallus that much more solidly into the tightly sucking depths of her anxious feminine inferno.
"Hell!" Arlene gasped. "I'll do anything you want ... anything at all, just as long as you make sure I climax."
"Lick my ass-hole?" he asked, still fucking into her.
"Yes, yes, yes, only don't come until I'm ready," she insisted.
"Hell!" Dennis muttered, seemingly angry. "This is gonna kill the feeling for me."
"I'll make it up to you, you'll see, I will," Arlene promised as he finally slowed down.
Peggy wondered how it was really possible for two people such as these, rutting like pigs in mud, to really enjoy what they were doing. Hell! If some man was going to pay her to lie down, she was going to set the ground rules ahead of time. To begin with, she hated the idea of using that dog-like position the female was presently assuming. She also hated the idea of being fucked while standing on her feet. She wanted it to be in a bed, especially her first time.
There was no visible sign of tenderness whatsoever. She knew better than to look for love or some kind of inner emotional feeling, but when two people become this intimate, they were sharing something, though it was obvious Dennis didn't seem to think so. It was a give-and-take situation as far as he was concerned. He gave money along with his friend Sheldon, and the girls took. In return, the girls gave their bodies, and the men took. There was no sharing, and Peggy, who had always believed that no matter how much money was involved in sex, both sides enjoyed it, now realized how cold and impersonal a fuck might be. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let it deter her. If fucking had to be this unfeeling, then so be it! She would simply have to make sure she earned that much more. After all, she had come to Las Vegas to earn a fortune, and she had no intention of trying her luck at some roulette wheel or gambling her money away. Gambling was for suckers. She was banking on enough wealthy people wanting to use her body so that she would be able to accumulate enough money in a short-enough period of time so that she would never have to work again. With the money market certificates at the bank paying anywhere from nine to thirteen percent, she ought to be able to live on the interest alone.
"Hey, you know what?" Dennis said, as Sheldon, the beefy one finally came out of the bathroom. "I just got me a great idea."
"What's the great idea?" Sheldon asked, walking to where Mary Ann was standing, all set to use her body.
"Let's watch the two broads making it with one another for awhile," Dennis said. "This way, they can make each other come, and then you and I can screw the two of them at our leisure and not have to worry about making them hit the top."
"Sounds all right to me," Sheldon nodded.
"How absolutely disgusting," Mary Ann said out loud, voicing what Peggy was thinking as the latter vacuumed the large, overstuffed chair across the room.
"Hey, what about the maid?" Sheldon asked, pointing at Peggy.
"Well hell, we're giving her an education," Dennis pointed out. "This way we don't have to leave a tip, since what we're giving her is worth a lot more'n money. Who knows, with a little visual stimulation, she just might wanna join in."
"I don't like it, not at all," Mary Ann spoke up. "This isn't one of the things we were hired to do. I just don't go for things like that. Heck, I'm not even bi. I just don't get pleasure from licking some other whore's pussy."
"Oh come on, come on," Arlene, the bleached blonde heartily laughed. "If the guys want to see us eating each other, I say we give 'em a thrill. Hell, they are paying for it."
Without another word, the slender bleached blonde leaped on the equally slender brunette, surrounding her head with her arms, tightly gripping her and making her fall back on the bed. She brought her pink lips solidly down on those of Mary Ann, and at the same time she rubbed her own small breasts against those of the brunette and felt her own nipples, as well as those of the other woman swell into anxious spikes of delight.
Mary Ann began struggling and wriggling, trying hard to push the other woman away from her, but it was obvious Arlene was not one easily discouraged. Laughing out loud, she began hurriedly moving a hand up the inner thigh of the other lovely female. Mary Ann, suddenly unable to breathe, finally managed to tear her mouth away from the other woman's hungering lips, saying, "Now you come off it, Arlene. Knock it off! We didn't bargain for this. We were paid strictly for hetero."
"Oh come on, this is going to be fun," Arlene insisted, smiling wider as she once again pressed her hungering lips demandingly against the equally delectable mouth of the objecting Mary Ann. She began sucking at the brown-haired woman's mouth as if her own oral center contained the power of the vacuum cleaner still in Peggy's hand.
The blonde's insistent breasts continued to violently rub all the more sensuously against those of the other woman as the latter continued struggling. Mary Ann fought it for some time, but it soon became obvious to everyone in the room, including Peggy, the brunette was definitely becoming affected by the contact. The tantalizing combination of Arlene's blisteringly heated kisses added to the overpowering pressure of her hard-nippled breasts rubbing violently against the small mammaries of the other woman, made Mary Ann start to pant as her nostrils suddenly swelled and dilated.
The lithe blonde continued using her fingers, making them dance their way up and down the tender thighs of the other woman. Finally they discovered the mossy opening between the other female's no longer-kicking legs.
Peggy, still cleaning, hurriedly changing the sheets of the unoccupied bed, continued covertly watching as Arlene's practiced fingers moved through the brown-haired woman's pelvic thatch until they finally found their objective; the other woman's outer labia. The fingers now began to slowly slide very gently up and down, and as a result more moisture began bubbling and seeping from the tantalizing brunette's already thrilled and aroused inner womanhood. It all looked like colorless sap oozing from a maple tree.
Arlene continued rubbing consistently until the lovely Mary Ann began sighing. Finally a Finger parted the inner labia and snaked between them, continuing to massage the secret vestibule hidden between those tantalizing cunt lips.
"Oh yesss!" Arlene began muttering. "You do have a loose pussy, honey. I guess that's the price all of us pay for working in this kind of job. But don't let it bother you, baby, it's still one sweet little box, and it'll hold any cock comfortably."
Then Arlene's extended forefinger, followed by her middle finger, began sliding in, moving deeper and deeper, burying themselves in Mary Ann's slithery feminine temple. The continual plunging of her rubbing fingers, moving in and out again and again, kept on, and it was plain Mary Ann was feeling more and more of the bubbling, heated liquidity continually building in the depths of her tightly sucking vaginal trough. Her mind was being overcome by her senses, senses she had no longer capably believed of being aroused, and at this point the brunette didn't seem to care whether it was a man's finger or a woman's finger moving out of her seething conduit. She attempted to make one more effort to object, and pulling her mouth from Arlene's, she said, "Come on, Arlene, stop this! I'm not some kind of dyke."
"Who the hell do you really think you're kidding?" Arlene laughed out loud. "You don't really want me to stop finger-fucking you, honey, and what's more, you know it."
Peggy had finished making the bed, and hurrying, she began dusting and polishing the furniture, and though she did her best to keep her eyes averted, not wanting to witness this kind of sexual activity, because of the dresser mirror and the reflecting face of the turned-off TV set, she was able to see everything going on. She continued watching as Arlene's deft fingers pushed themselves a little deeper, and she felt a bit of sympathy for the brown-haired woman. The trouble was, looking at all this was having an unexpected effect on her own body, and without realizing it, she was inwardly responding, though she had never felt anything like this in her life, before. She almost felt the fucking fingers sliding into the tightly narrow stricture of her own seething vagina, and she realized she was indeed becoming heatedly aroused.
Arlene's palm continued rubbing itself against Mary Ann's pelted labia. It occasionally brushed against the bead-like extension of the other woman's reddened, outstanding clitoris.
Staring at Mary Ann's clitoris in the mirror, Peggy realized that although she had read about the existence of such an organ, she had never searched her own body for it, and thus she had never-before seen one. Now, for the first time she was actually looking at a clitoris and she knew what it looked like. In the mirror, at that distance, it appeared to be nothing more than a tiny red nipple, and just looking at it made Peggy fully aware she had one that was also enlarged, and it was pressing against her rayon panties.
"You know, Mary Ann, in spite of it's being over-used, you have yourself one helluva terrific-looking little pussy here," Arlene muttered, pressing heated kisses against the softness of the brunette's throat as her fingers continued to plunge themselves in and out of the heatedly slimy orifice. "Not only that, but even though you get nice and wet inside, you don't get any larger. I can feel this cunt of yours just begging to have someone kiss it. I'm gonna be that someone, honey."
There was no doubt about it. The lovely brown-haired Mary Ann was totally and completely trapped by the constant rhythmic movement of
Arlene's continually probing fingers. Her bright eyes were now glistening with lustful desire, and her soft thighs, previously tightly pressed around the blonde's probing hand, fighting the pressure of Arlene's fingers, were now wide apart and welcoming them inside as she continued her wriggling. She moved in cadence with the invading digits, sucking them into her tight cunt-tighter as she began exercising muscle control, herself. She lifted her rounded buttocks higher and thereby allowed Arlene deeper access to her squeezing inner tunnel. She began moaning with lust.
"Come on, come on," Arlene laughed, winking at the two naked men who were watching this tableau. "Admit it, honey! You like what I'm doing to you, and you know it!"
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... YES ... BUT..."
"Oh no, no buts," Arlene giggled out loud, and suddenly she leaned her head down, pressing her face to Mary Ann's breast and she began kissing her left nipple, gently lapping at the turgid bud.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the beefy, powerfully built Sheldon urged her. "That's the only way, Arlene. Keep it up and do a good job on her. I'll give 'er a king-sized fuck, afterward," he said, pointing to a stiff penis that was even longer and thicker than the monster sported by the man known as Dennis. "You just keep working on her and make the bitch feel good."
"Aaaaaaah ... come on, come on, don't take forever doing it," Dennis insisted. "Hell, I was all set to pop my load when the blonde stopped me.
You know, making a guy hold back his sperm is very unhealthy."
"Look at the hardness of those sexy nipples," Arlene was saying to the two men as Peggy quickly moved into the bathroom to clean up. She was now no longer able to see anything, but she was still able to hear them very clearly.
"Yeah," Dennis was saying nice and loud. "Mary Ann may have two tiny tits, but they're nice and solid, as hard as tangerines."
Arlene's mouth hungrily came down again, engulfing the tiny nipple of Mary Ann's left breast. She sucked long and hard, turning the nipple into a brown bullet. As she cleaned, Peggy was clearly able to hear the loud sucking noises. She also heard Mary Ann sighing and panting in a very loud voice.
Arlene was all over the brunette like an animal-like a bear-a honey bear. She had seemingly just found the tastiest hive of honey in the whole world. Her tongue flicked out at the brown nipple again and again, making Mary Ann quiver totally out of control. Whoever said whores didn't have feelings was crazy!
This is disgusting! Peggy thought to herself. Absolutely and utterly shameful and disgusting! That two women should indulge themselves in something this terrible is totally unconscionable.
Had she not read a whole host of romance books when she was younger, Peggy would have been certain there was no beauty whatsoever in sex. She had come to Las Vegas prepared to peddle her body, but with the idea that she would enjoy doing so. But what these people were doing was not enjoyable. It was smutty, awful, horrible! She wondered how in the name of heaven these women were able to look at themselves in the mirror after doing something like this.
Why had they insisted she remain and clean up at this time? Why hadn't they permitted her to go? Did they really think that her witnessing this perverted behavior was going to make her want to join them?
But even as she thought all these things, Peggy knew her body was vibrantly aroused, and it took all her mental control to keep from reacting.
The brown-haired one called Mary Ann was gasping and sighing even more loudly now, and Arlene was murmuring, "It's good, isn't it, honey. You like what I'm doing to you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Mary Ann nodded.
"You like the way I suck those tits of yours and finger that hot pussy of yours."
"Yes, I do," Mary Ann finally confessed. "I've been to a lot of parties where I've seen lots of other women acting this way. Hell! I must have been fucked by half the men in Vegas, but not one of them knows how to make me feel the way you do."
"Watch carefully, fellas," Arlene said, laughing in the direction of the two men. "Maybe next time you'll learn the right way to handle a whore, and she'll adore you for it."
As if in a dream world all her own, the writhing brunette reached out with her own slender fingers and touched what little there was of Arlene's breasts. If Mary Ann had tangerine-sized breasts, then Arlene had lemon-sized ones. The nipples were already swollen, and when she massaged them with her palm, Mary Ann found the little brads swelled even more. Mary Ann had to admit she enjoyed feeling the nipples swell and grow until they had turned from a soft brown to a reddish-brown. The breasts themselves were such tiny paps they barely hung down, even with Arlene bent over the way she was.
Arlene shifted a little so her breast would begin to move toward Mary Ann's slavering mouth. The slender brunette lifted her head, straining her neck, and she began to suck strongly as she felt the thick nipple push itself between her tautly anxious lips.
Mary Ann's tongue was running over the deliciously velvety rubber, tasting the musky flavor. She began biting it, chewing and nibbling, feeling the spongy pointed extension between her nibbling teeth. She sucked as hard as she was able, slurping noisily as she pulled the nipple as far into the depths of her mouth as possible, and now it was Arlene's turn to gasp and moan.
Arlene's left hand began sliding along the slenderly trim trestle that was Mary Ann's laddered spine. In the meantime, her other hand continued sloshing fingers in and out of the woman's flushed vagina. Her fingers tightened all the more firmly around one of Mary Ann's buttocks, checking out the separation and crease where her rear cheek was joined to her lower thigh, then sliding her hand to the bottom of her spine, feeling her coccyx. Her fingers dug into the solid fullness of one round buttock, then slid all the more deeply into the crevice between the two moon-like cheeks, touching
Mary Ann's anal pucker.
Meanwhile the fingers of her other hand continued their mad thrusting in and out of the sucking sump of the brown-haired woman's narrow tunnel of love, made all the tighter by contracting inner muscles. Arlene's palm continued pressing against the other woman's outer labia.
"You have one cunt that you really know how to work," Arlene whispered softly. "Even your pubic hair feels good and soft. You'll have to tell me what you use to take the crinkly crispness out of it. I notice your inner tunnel is still elastic. I guess you aren't using alum yet to tighten yourself."
"No!" Mary Ann gasped as Arlene's sinking fingers rammed themselves that much more deeply and solidly inside her, causing one more bituminous fire to ignite. Mary Ann writhed all the more desperately, unable to control her movements, sighing and gasping that much louder, now.
Arlene's moving, burrowing fingers continued to shove themselves in all the more deeply, making the other woman yelp. As a result Mary Ann began humping her rear cheeks higher off the mattress.
Abruptly, the artificial blonde tugged her fingers from the cave of the other woman, then lay on top of her, belly to belly.
The ultra-sensitive contact was unbelievably thrilling and delightful to Mary Ann. The dark-brown hair between the bleached Arlene's thighs pressed against her own medium-brown curls, and Peggy, who had just finished in the bathroom and was trying to move toward the door so she might be able to leave, wondered how either of them was able to achieve any kind of satisfaction without a penis.
The two women were passionately kissing, clamping their mouths tightly together like lovers. Each one tongue-dueled with the other, trying to invade one another's oral cave. Arlene was lapping away hungrily, tasting the other woman's slippery tongue, running her own tongue over the gums, teeth, and palate of Mary Ann. Then she broke off the kiss, sitting back, intent now on gazing into the wetly sucking depths of the heated pussy over which she now had total and complete control.
Parting the sweet, cup-shaped lips of Mary Ann's vagina with her probing fingers, her own oral organ came stabbing out and washed her own lips as she gazed hungrily, with rapt attention into the flaming pink pussy beyond the tautly stretched labia. The pink-flowered delight of Mary Ann's sucking pussy was now wide open to her.
From where she was standing, wrapping up the vacuum cleaner cord, Peggy realized she, too, was clearly able to see into the deep pink tunnel of the brown-haired woman's leaking vaginal core. How the other female was able to bring herself to make love to that peach-like slash was something totally beyond Peggy's understanding. This was something wholly and thoroughly depraved, and it made Peggy more than a little queasy. It was one thing to be a whore and try and make a living with one's body. That was honest-enough work, even if some people frowned on it and others looked down on it. But to make love to another woman was something totally obscene. Peggy realized, from what Mary Ann had said, that this was something neither of the women had been paid to do. Arlene was sort of forcing it on Mary Ann as an added attraction to the two men, hoping to possibly earn a big tip from them. What was even worse was the fact that Mary Ann, who hadn't wanted to do this thing initially, had finally succumbed, and Peggy realized if a practiced whore like this was able to be so easily seduced, then it was possibly just as easy, if not easier, for a girl like herself, who had never had anything directly to do with sex, to be overwhelmed by such perversity.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" the one called Dennis asked as she tried to leave. "You ain't finished doing the other bed, yet."
"But I can't..." she insisted.
"You just wait here until they're finished and then you'll be able to make the bed, you'll see," he insisted. "Go on, just sit yourself down in that chair over there and wait. Ain't no one gonna bother you, honey."
The wriggling Mary Ann was behaving more and more wantonly, thrusting her aching pelvis up and down as if anxious to feel Arlene continue. Arlene slid her own body forward now, starting to rub the thatch covering her own pubes against the equally dark mat belonging to Mary Ann as her mouth hungrily came down on the other woman's breasts. Her tongue began slurping its way across her nipples. The peaks of the lovely Mary Ann's breasts seemed to swell all the more in constant response to the pressuring lingual digit as said oral organ rubbed against each nipple in turn. At the same time Arlene was rubbing the dribbling slabs of her own vagina against the sodden lips of the other woman's hunching pussy.
Perspiration heavily sheeted the foreheads of the two females, and the gasping Mary Ann began wriggling uncontrollably and insanely beneath the thrillingly undulating of Arlene's pressuring body. The squirming bleached-blonde's soft-lipped labia continued pushing and massaging the tenderly soft cunt of the other girl, letting her heated juices drip all over the dribbling, sopping vagina. Each woman was aware of the scent of her own hot juices mixing with the fluids of the other woman. The aromatically erotic odor made both sets of nostrils twitch, and the aroma also tantalized the noses of the two observing men. The colorless oily wine seeping from Mary Ann's spongy inner cunt was being sopped up by the brown muff of the other woman, and clumps of damp hair circlets began forming on both pelvises in place of the usual fluffy curls. Arlene's entire body, from her almost non-existent breasts to her pillarly thighs was pressing all the more heavily on the other woman, but it was plain Mary Ann didn't mind the weight, at all. All she felt was continually mounting heat as Arlene's sweet rictus continually sought to swallow the lips of the hot cunt beneath, only to feel the struggling pussy fighting back as if, like some kind of attacking grouper, it was trying to swallow her cunt, whole.
That was when the swollenly erect clitorises finally came into direct contact with one another. That moment in time seemed, to both females, as if each had been jolted with a hundred-thousand volts of electricity. Mary Ann's body leaped upward in spite of the weight of the other woman pressing down on her, and Arlene matched her with a downward thrust, forcing their clitorises to continue rubbing uncontrollably against one another.
"Oh damn!" Mary Ann shudderingly gasped, bellowing as her raw clitoral nodule rubbed itself all the more furiously against the heated vaginal extension belonging to Arlene.
Arlene, herself totally blistering with lava now, not only rammed her dripping vagina all the more solidly against that of the other female, but bit down all the harder on Mary Ann's breast, as well, sinking her teeth into the flesh and chewing on it. Flames were brilliantly flaring in the seething kiln of her volcano-like vagina, and she felt as if burning lava was pouring heavily from her sodden slash into the receptacle of the woman lying beneath her. Mary Ann was forcing her aching fulcrum all the higher now, grinding her vagina around and around, feeling her sensitive labia rubbing against the other woman's sodden pussylips as her dripping vaginal water mixed with the fluid being spat out by the tight pink oval between Arlene's thighs. Their cunt lips compressed and kissed one another very tightly, the way mouths would kiss, rubbing back and forth against each other.
Mary Ann's fingers were now running madly up and down Arlene's trembling flanks, her fingers digging into the firm flesh. She was now trying to force the bleached-blonde to press her vagina against hers that much more solidly.
"Hey wow!" the one called Sheldon said in his sonorous voice. "Look at the way the two of them are clit-fucking. That's as good as anything they can do with their mouths. Yes, go to it, girls, keep on doing it. Let's see the two of you really fuck each other."
There was no doubt that Mary Ann was feeling wildly uncontrollable sensations. She was vibrantly continuing to grind her own seething pussy all the more firmly upward, pressing it inanely against Arlene's continually and relentlessly pressing labia. Both females were jerking convulsively. It was evident the two of them were on the verge of shuddering climaxes.
Dennis turned to Peggy again and said, "Remember, you don't leave this room until you've changed the linen on that bed."
"Yes sir," Peggy nodded.
"Okay, Sheldon, this is where you and I come in."
Walking over, he literally dragged Arlene off the dark-haired whore, and while Sheldon instantly jumped on Mary Ann, inserted his own long, thick cock as far as possible into the blonde's twisting body. The two of them slipped from the bed to the floor, but the hard cock stayed locked inside, and Sheldon also lowered Mary Ann to the floor, and this was Peggy's opportunity. She ought to have jumped up, made the bed, and run, but she was fascinated by what was happening, and so she stood, watched, and waited.
Arlene's cunt hungrily swallowed the throbbing length of Dennis's throbbing cock, pulling it all the way into her subterranean interior. Arlene began pounding on the thin man's back with her fists and her heels, urging him on, beating him in an attempt to drive even more of his massively thick penis even deeper. She sensed his seething phallic lance being gobbled up in her simmering bog.
Dennis was pressing firmly on her rounded shoulders, trying to hold her savagely moving body a little away from him so he'd be able to look at her while he fucked her. With his knees digging into the floor, he yanked his Herculean cock all the way back until only the glistening red glans was still inside her opening. Then he took a deep breath and socked himself into her with all the savage fury he had in him. He was fucking more out of the desire for self-satisfaction than anything else. He was still a little irritated with the blonde since she had made him take his cock out of her before he had come, earlier. There'd be no halfway fuck, this time. He intended screwing into her until he unleashed the entire load within him.
Arlene was gasping and panting like a sow, straining to feel even more of the driving cock, angry this conceited son of a bitch had so much cock and didn't know what to do with it. She had known men inches shorter and thinner than he who fucked better. The next time she'd shove his entire face and head into her cunt if she got him to go down on her. His mind was small enough to fit into her cunt with room to spare.
Dennis sensed the way her labia were tightly gripping his hard cock and wondered if she was intent on detaching it from the rest of his fucking body.
"Deeper, you son of a bitch, deeper!" she gasped, almost totally out of breath. "You've got the equipment. Now for God's sake, use it!"
Dennis was doing his damndest considering he was still almost out of it because of the tremendous hangover he still had. He was trying to hit her with long, hard strokes, but sometimes he would pull back too far, and his cock would come out of her, and she would have to stop long enough to put it back in. Other times he wouldn't stroke long enough, and so much of the feeling was lost. He tried straining his pelvis against hers without pulling back, but it didn't really produce any feeling.
She had one deep cunt, this tramp did. No matter how hard he crammed himself into her, it didn't seem to be deep enough. He seemed unable to touch bottom. Damn it all! His own wife back home was a better lay. He was sorry he had gotten this particular whore. In fact, the other one wasn't much better. Unless the hotels came up with a better class of prostitute, he would suggest taking the insurance convention business elsewhere, next year. Shit! He was close to finishing now, so he might as well.
Peggy stood there in awe, more than a little positive the man's movement was so eye-blurring fast, the friction in the poor woman's inflamed cunt would cause smoke to shortly pour forth from within. Eventually it would catch on fire, and the fire would fall on the carpet below her, and soon the entire room would be ablaze. He was pumping his white-hot cock into the blonde with such overpowering strength it appeared as if his hips were two moving hammers driving a thick rail spike far enough into her so that Mary Ann seemed nailed to the floor. She seemed to be totally helpless, pinned down like a beautiful butterfly on a mounting card.
"How's it feel in there now, you bitch?" Dennis gasped. "You're getting more hard cock right now than you'll ever be able to handle. Any deeper and the head of my cock'll stab you in the heart."
Mary Ann, lying on the other side of the floor, also used to thick penises, though capable of tightening her vaginal muscles when she chose, chose to do so now, and she was getting more substance from the fuck Sheldon was throwing into her. The more powerfully built, beefier man was slamming his long, thick plunging penis almost viciously into her, and looking at it all, Peggy was certain the friction would rub away all the protective layers of mucous membrane inside the helpless woman.
Mary Ann's fingers were much more active than those of Arlene, massaging her man's back, tickling his hairy buttocks, trying her level best to tug him even more deeply into her devouring feminine quagmire. Sheldon's mouth was pressing itself all the more firmly to that of Mary Ann. They weren't bothering wasting time with words, cursing one another out. The enjoyment of tongue on tongue was too good to let pass as his hard horn continued poking itself into the wetly sucking depths of her juicy inner tunnel. The brown-haired female wrapped her legs tightly around Sheldon's thighs, her heels kicking his buttocks, but not to hurt him, but rather to urge him on to fuck harder and deeper. She moaned even as his mouth continued suturing itself to hers, floundering insanely beneath his relentlessly constant attack.
Peggy was rooted to where she was standing, no longer worried about threats from either of the four participants on the floor. It was obvious from the heavy panting and loud groans that all four were physically enjoying themselves now, even if there was no love between them.
Peggy stared raptly as Arlene started cursing more volubly, violently screaming long and loud, spouting obscene words Peggy had only heard men use. She wondered how it was possible for a woman to be indulging in something obviously so physically enjoyable and still curse the man fucking her.
"You damn lousy son of a bitch!" Arlene was screaming. "Oh you motherfucking, cuntlapping bastard! You whoreson ... you scumbag ... aaaannnnhhhh ... ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... I can feel it this time ... this time it's gonna happennnnn ... ohhhhhhh..."
"I'm all set this time, too, bitch!" Dennis said more silently. "This time you ain't stopping me!"
"EEEYYYAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRR-GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUGGGHHHAAAUUUWW WAAAGGG-HHH!" Arlene suddenly bellowed out loud.
Her scream was followed by a loud roar from the man fucking her as he emptied what was left in his balls into her sucking cunt. His watery white seminal fluid poured into her maw, and then some of it backed up and began dribbling out, running onto her ass-cheeks. His cock shrank very quickly after that, and even as he continued shooting he was unable to keep his throbbing organ buried in the bleached blonde and was soon dribbling all over her thighs.
"OHHHHH ... YYYEEEAAANNNGGG-HHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW-AAARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAA-GGGHHH!" Sheldon bellowed in his deep voice as he proceeded to unleash a far more substantial quantity of semen into Mary Ann.
She, in turn, began screeching, wrapping her thighs tightly around him and the two of them clung solidly to one another. They panted and gasped and then Sheldon lay on top of her, covering her with his hairy body.
Peggy snapped out of her trance, went to the bed, stripped it of the soiled sheets, and then hurriedly re-made the bed with fresh sheets. Finished at last, she was about to go, when Shelly called out to her, "Hey, girlie, come here!"
Uncertainly, she walked over to him, and he said, sitting up, "Help me to my feet."
She reached down to help him up and staggered as he leaned his sweaty naked body against her and managed to stand. He walked over to the dresser, took out a wallet, and handed her twenty dollars, saying, "This is for waiting and not putting up a fuss. Thanks!"
"You're welcome, sir," she said, blushing, looking down, her eyes automatically catching sight of his now-dangling penis with little dribbles of white all over the tip.
Walking to the door, she took her cart, the vacuum cleaner, and her cleaning materials and left, amazed there wasn't a congregation outside the open door. But then, when she thought back on what she had witnessed, she realized she had expected sex to be so much more.
"Is that all there is to it?" she asked herself, moving on to the next room.
CHAPTER FOUR
What Peggy had seen had two opposite effects on her. She didn't feel repelled as she had initially thought she might feel, but she did feel a loss of something. She had always thought of sex as something more than it was. Everyone talked about it so constantly, she was certain it was one grand, and glorious trip through the senses to heights of unbelievable feeling. Oh she knew it was performed in various degrees of posture that would hardly be called attractive, but aside from being mounted like a bitch in heat that didn't bother her.
By the same token, she had almost felt aroused and stimulated by what she had witnessed, and though she had to admit a physical urge to do something about it, she certainly would do nothing whatsoever with the two men she had seen with the whores.
She finished her cleaning by two-fifteen, not bothering to take a break for lunch. She had her afternoon meal afterward, in the employee's dining room, a small, plain-looking, white-walled room where she discovered the best cuts of food went. In spite of the attempts of the owners and management to do everything possible to make the guests happy, whenever the employees were able to do something for themselves, they did so. The best steaks, the finest lobster, the tastiest portions of soup all went to the employees. Granted, the food given to the guests was still excellent, and there were rarely complaints, so management accepted what was happening.
In the employee's dining room she started making friends with other members of the staff. The bellboys flocked around her since she was new and supposedly naive, and therefore possible action.
Peggy recognized what it was most of the bellboys and desk staff wanted, and she merely smiled and gently fended them off without actually offending anyone. Her smile seemed to promise the possibility of something in the future without actually making any commitments.
After eating, Peggy was permitted to remove her uniform and wear street clothes until eight P.M.
During that time she wandered along the Strip like any other curiosity seeker, looking into the windows of the various stores as well as the different casinos. She rejected seventeen different propositions, and when a cruising police car stopped her, she showed them her working ID from The Naiad. The officer who spoke to her said something about her being careful not to solicit, and she snapped back at him that she didn't care if he was a policeman in uniform, he had no right talking to her as if he expected she was already offering herself. When the cop threatened to take her down to the station, she told him he'd damn well better be able to prove any morals charge against her because once she was able to prove him to be the liar he was, she'd see to it his name was splashed across every newspaper in the state as a son of a bitch ready to pick on any female and accuse her of being a prostitute.
Angered, the cop did haul her into the station house, and she phoned The Naiad with the one call allowed her. The owner-manager, Max Stander, came hurrying down to get her out, but she refused to simply walk away from the matter. She insisted she be examined by a police surgeon as well as Max's own private surgeon, and afterward, when the two men concurred she was still a virgin, she had them sign statements to that effect, then, against Stander's advice, went to the newspapers and showed them the reports, stating the name of the police officer who had harassed her, giving his badge number, as well. Since the papers had no particular love for the police department, they were only too happy to make a front-page issue of it, though Peggy refused to let them take her picture. They did carry a picture of the officer involved, and as a result, he was transferred to another area where he would be-likely to make less trouble. The sheriff's office came down hard enough on hookers who operated independently, and when they suddenly started accusing innocent women of such behavior, it was time for a citizen's committee to put the brakes on the police before Nevada turned into a police state. It was well-known that the police not only turned their backs when independent prostitutes had parts of their bodies abused and broken, but they threw them into jail, as well, for soliciting. There were times when it seemed as if The Mob was the only one who had their rights protected by various city police.
As a result, Peggy, who had come to the state of Nevada at the start of the new year, had to wait more than a month for the furor to die down before she would so much as allow herself to think in terms of becoming wealthy by solicitation. During that time, she turned down dozens of propositions, and she had no doubt many of them came from decoys put out by the police department.
It was a late evening in the middle of February, a Thursday evening to be precise, when the man she knew to be the hotel detective came over to her while she was having supper in the employee's dining room and sat at her table.
Craig Garner had been too short to join the Nevada police when he had been younger, and by the time height standards had been abolished, Craig was already in his middle thirties, and earning three times as much as a hotel detective. His height, all five-feet-four-inches of him, was deceptive, since he had a second dan black belt in both, judo and karate. He was rough when he had to be, but not having worked for the police previously, he hadn't become hardened to humanity in general. As a result, he was liked by everyone who worked for the hotel, since he always looked Out for them.
He had light-brown hair in spite of the fact that his skin was tanned, and his sharply chiseled, clearly defined features were those of an attractive, if not actually handsome, man. His nose was small, as was his mouth, and he seemed to have a weak jaw until someone would try punching it, at which time Craig would display that there was nothing weak about him.
At the moment he was wearing a brown tweed suit, and with a steaming mug of coffee, he smiled at Peggy as he sat across from her.
"Let's talk!" he said to her.
"What about?" she wanted to know, leery of anyone, no matter how nice, who had the power to arrest others.
"About what happened your first day on the job. Those cops are going to try and keep on hounding you until they finally nail you. I'm about your only friend, at least the only one who can keep you from blundering and falling into their hands. You know, they're just waiting for you to actively solicit someone so they can nail you."
"That doesn't worry me," Peggy told him, "since I have no intention of openly soliciting."
"Yeah, but like a lot of the maids who work here, you're looking to stuff your bank account, and the only way to do that while working as a maid is to offer extra service."
"What are you getting at, Craig?"
"I can steer you away from decoys. More than that, I can also protect you if one of them attacks you while you're cleaning his room or turning down his bed so he can claim you propositioned him. Before any outside cops are called in, they have to call the house detective, who happens to be me. I'm the one who decides whether or not the outside police should be brought in, since each hotel is kind of like an embassy and is almost immune from the external police. No matter what the so-called customer says, if I refuse to believe him, he gets tossed out, and you remain protected, even if he's wired."
"Why should you do this for me?" Peggy asked.
"Don't be naive," Craig told her. "You know why."
"Tell me directly, Craig."
"I want your body," he replied.
"Why me? There are plenty of other girls who work here who are far more beautiful."
"Sure. But they have rotten personalities. You, on the other hand, are gorgeous, and have a terrific personality."
"I'm still a virgin," she replied.
"Are you a fanatic about it?" he asked.
"No," she admitted. "You're right about my being here to make my fortune. Except for my first day here, I haven't seen any real physical action taking place in any of the rooms, though I have cleaned up quite a few after the fray, so to speak. But I was already warned not to actively solicit, which I won't do, and I don't think I'd like to give my virginity to you, even if you are my one protector in the hotel."
"Virginity still brings a high price," he admitted. "Suppose I see to it someone with a large bankroll is put into one of the rooms you clean, and he makes the proposition?"
"Are you trying to pimp for me?" she asked.
"A pimp would ask for part of your monetary reward," he replied. "I don't want that."
"I see," she nodded.
"Are you on the Pill?"
"Yes."
"Good. Look, I won't kid you, Peggy. I want that lovely body of yours. I'm willing to wait while you're initiated by some dude with lots of long green, and having been rejected by the police department in my early youth, I have no love for them. I can look out for you as long as you work here. All I'm asking is that you give a little of the action to me. I won't cut into your moneymaking time. We can be together during your off-hours."
"This is sort of like my being in prison. If I don't give myself to the one honcho who can protect me, then I keep on getting hurt."
"You can always walk out of this prison," he pointed out.
"True," she nodded, and he understood she was agreeing to his terms.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although Peggy had a stunning body, she hadn't quite the facial beauty of the girls who worked in the casinos, serving drinks, so she wasn't expected to double as a waitress during her off-hours. True, she would have been paid double time if she had worked in the casinos, but she was just as happy not to do so.
One day, she had wandered through the six different gambling casinos in the hotel, and she watched people losing anywhere from a dollar to a hundred-thousand dollars, either in a slot machine or on the turn of a Blackjack card. In either case, she knew it was easy to become tempted by the gambling bug, so when she did wander through the hotel casinos, she left her money and her purse in her room. In fact, she taped the few dollars she had to the underside of a drawer to prevent her roommate from suddenly dipping into her purse, though the girl had shown no inclination to do so.
She watched the really big gamblers either playing cards or craps. Only the small-timers who saw movies in the thirties and forties wasted time with roulette.
Many of the gamblers, seeing her, a girl alone, walking through the casino, thought she was one of the many hookers hanging around, and offered to buy her drinks. Craig had warned her against accepting any such offer from any man, so she always declined.
On that particular Thursday, Craig was in the casino with her, and he nodded at a man at the dice table, saying, "See that good-looking guy over there? That's Phil Scott. He's a little crude, but he has lots of money. He's in sanitation, private sanitation, in one of the large cities in another state. He comes here to blow off steam twice a year. I arranged to have him put in one of the rooms you clean. He doesn't like what he terms 'used hookers.' So he's willing to pay a thousand dollars for a definite virgin. I've seen to it he'll be in his room at nine tonight. Make sure that's when you go to turn down his bedcovers. If you're not there by ten after nine at the latest, he won't wait."
"Craig, if you're setting me up, so help me, some day, some how, I'll find a way to castrate you."
"Ask around, honey. Talk to the other maids who work here. I don't set anyone up. It's your option whether or not you want to let the man score with you. I warn you now, he'll be a little rough, but he's the genuine article. So just make sure he puts the money down, first, a full grand. It's all yours."
"Just when d'you want me to pay off?"
"Tomorrow, after you've finished cleaning the rooms and you've had a good meal. You know where my room is."
"Fine," she nodded. "If he's everything you say, you can expect regular body payments from now on."
"I don't expect you to go one-for-one," he told her. "Tomorrow will be your first time with me. After that, you can come to my room whenever you feel like it."
Peggy looked at him in disbelief. Yet she was willing to accept what he said as the truth.
"Okay," she nodded. "If this is as genuine as you claim, Craig, thanks in advance."
"That's all right," he nodded. "I know a girl has to set up her own future since no one else is going to do it for her. Make the money while you can, Peggy."
CHAPTER SIX
AT exactly nine on the dot, Peggy was in Phil Scott's room, wearing her maid's uniform, turning down the bedcovers. She had closed the door, and she had turned down the covers of all the other beds in the rooms she serviced, first, making sure there was no reason for the hotel to complain about her services.
Scott came out of the bathroom, smelling of jasmine cologne he had just splashed on after shaving. He was wearing a white shirt, open at the collar, and he had on a pair of tuxedo pants. He hadn't put his shoes or socks on, yet.
In his bare feet, Phil Scott stood at five-feet-eight-and-a-half inches in height. He had one of those boyish, almost pretty faces. His hair was dark-brown, as were his coffee-colored eyes. He had a short, turned-up nose, and there was a boyish grin on his face.
Walking over to Peggy, he brashly said, "So you're the virgin, huh?"
"Sir?" Peggy asked.
"Oh come on, don't start playing games with me," he told her, pulling his hand out of his left pocket, handing her a small roll of bills.
Peggy looked at the money and fingered it. There were ten bills, each a hundred-dollar bill. Her heart was beating rapidly now, because she realized the moment was finally here. There was the option of handing him back the money and walking out, but she knew she wasn't going to do that.
"I-I've never done anything like this before," she said, slipping the money in her maid's uniform. "Really, I'm sort of afraid..."
"Come on, baby," he said with a low growl. "Let's you and I score. I see you brought extra sheets with you. Smart! You know you might bleed, so you brought a change of linen. Yeah, real smart. Get the clothes off and let's get a look at the goods."
He was holding her tight after she had put the sheets down on the chair, and she stiffened and said, "Please ... I'm just not used to this. I mean, I've never been touched by a man, before."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I know. That's why I'm shelling out a grand. This way I know I get me a disease-free chick, and I also get me a broad who isn't a know-it-all, and who might make fun of the way I do things."
She tried backing away from him, but his arms held her too tightly, and he was already pulling down the zipper on the back of her uniform. He was kissing her ear, nibbling on her lobe and whispering all kinds of words of encouragement to her.
"No..." Peggy gasped, as he pulled the uniform off her shoulders, exposing her large bosoms in their brassiere. "Not like this!"
Phil Scott stopped, suddenly very angry. He was an impatient man, and having paid for the goods, he was determined to get them. "Bullshit! Don't give me this 'not like this' crap. I'm paying you more money than I usually pay any four hookers for a good night. You're bought and paid-for, cunt, so you'll do just what I want, and you'll do it, now!"
"Why do you have to be so damn crude about it?" Peggy gasped, desperately trying to shrug her dress back up over her shoulders wondering how she was ever going to zip it up, now.
This was all wrong. It wasn't at all as she had visualized it. She had really thought her first time would be a sensuous experience.
She had expected to be allowed to strip in the dark, and then slide under the covers and snuggle down into the mattress before he would come to her. Then he would softly caress her and lovingly and gently initiate her into the erotic joys of sex. The more her mind dwelled on what she had seen that first day she had started working at the hotel, the more her body had been aroused at the possibility of being entered, earning good money while actually enjoying what it was she was doing. Peggy was certain she would be a good bed companion, and she was eager to prove herself. But being new to it all, she had not expected this man to behave even more crudely than the two men she had seen with the hookers. Granted, part of his crudity was accredited to the fact that he was behaving this way with her instead of some practiced hooker. His face was distorted with lust, his eyes bulging as he looked at the swells of her breasts, and his tongue hanging out.
"Not like this, Mr. Scott," she gasped. "Slow and easy. I'm yours for as long as you want, this evening. There's no reason to be rushing into this. Just calm down, and we can do things at a regulated pace," she was telling him, babbling on, not quite certain just what to say to make the man calm down. She knew she had to make him relax, but it was obvious the man had been without a woman since coming to Vegas, and he had only one thing on his mind. He had already paid for it, and he was intent on having it.
Forcefully he began tugging on Peggy's arm, yanking her over toward the bed. He pushed her hard, and she found herself falling on the mattress. She tried rolling away, but before she was able to move he had thrown himself on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. Then he rolled off, lying beside her, and he put an arm around her slender waist, using one hand to grab her hair and turn her face toward him, trying hard to press his lips against hers in a willfully demanding kiss.
"HHHHHMMMMMMPHHHHHH ... UUUUUNNNNNPHHHHHH..." the beautiful blonde-haired maid moaned, kicking her legs out again and again, pounding against his solid, masculine back with her flailing fists. That was when she remembered how one of the whores had beat on the back of the man fucking her, and as a result had only urged the man to pound all the more solidly into her. Looking at Phil Scott's eyes, she realized he was indeed becoming more excited.
"You'll come around, baby!" he laughed. "You'll come around real soon. Yeah, you're a virgin, all right. Only a virgin would put up this kind of fight. Keep it up, honey. The harder I have to work for your cunt, the more worthwhile it'll be," he told her.
His fingers began sliding under the mini-bottom of her uniform, touching her hose-covered thighs. He tore her stockings from her, telling her, "Don't worry, honey. I'll give you enough to buy a dozen new pairs of stockings."
She tried kicking again, but he clamped a hand on the inside of a thigh, squeezing the tender flesh, until his fingers moved a little higher and touched the crotch band of her panties.
"UHHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O..." she gasped.
"Relax, you just relax," he told her in a crooning voice.
He tightened his grip around her waist with the one hand as with the other hand he rubbed steadily against the pulsing pout of her pussy mound. She clamped her thighs tightly together in an attempt to stop him.
She was aware of one of his fingers lifting away the elastic leg band of her tight panties, and she struggled all the more as he touched her flesh inside. He sighed, feeling her wet, slippery inner warmth, teasing the hair-lined crevice of her previously untouched vagina.
"Mr. Scott!" Peggy gasped out loud in shuddering protest. But the man paid no attention to her. He was already rummaging into her delicate tissues, spreading the tender split of her wetly cringing feminine lower lips, constantly moving his probing finger harshly in and out, back and forth, seeking, finally finding the delicately tender bud of her hidden clitoris. He began a steady flicking motion down there.
"Ouch!" she gasped. "YOU'RE HURTING ME ... DON'T DO THAT!"
She struggled, doing her best to try and twist away from the overanxious garbage king. The covers that had been pulled back were now being kicked every which way as the two of them thrashed on the bed, and the horrified and overpowered young blonde maid discovered herself growing that much more terrified as she became aware that no matter what she did and said, Phil Scott was determined to do as he pleased with her. He had paid for the privilege of doing anything short of actually hitting her, and he intended taking advantage of the fact no matter what she wanted.
"Come on, baby, come on," he muttered. "I've been waiting all this time. I ain't been laid in almost a week, dammit, and I need it bad."
He was wetly muttering into her ear as his hand continued moving insistently between her trembling thighs, pressing against the tantalizing lips of her soddenly wet and dripping pussy, wet with secretions from within that she didn't realize were bubbling up.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she all but screamed at the anxious man, her voice sounding terrified as she did her best to try and push him off.
She was so frightened, the only feeling getting through to her at that moment was pain. If there was any pleasure, she wasn't permitting herself to feel it. In fact, she was determined not to feel any pleasure at this time. Being so crudely manhandled only made her that much more angry, and she only wanted to give this man his money back, get dressed, and then get out of here. He was too brutal, and he just wasn't what she had in mind. Maybe she would never be able to go through with something like this, after all. She had imagined sleeping with a man, even a man she didn't really know or care for, would be a stimulating experience. After all, the two whores she had already seen in action had amply enjoyed everything. There was no reason in the world why she ought not to receive some kind of physical pleasure from it all. But it was obvious from the start, this just wasn't the way it was going to be.
She had been reared in much too gentle a home. In spite of believing prostitution was her ticket to riches, Peggy had read about the great mistresses of history, and as a result she had believed that even if she wasn't able to become the mistress of one particular man, the many men she did sleep with, men supposedly of her own choosing, would be men who made love in such a way to allow her to enjoy everything. But the man pawing her now bore absolutely no resemblance to the kind of man she wanted making love to her. He pawed her, hurting her, and he slavered all over her instead of covering her with all kinds of burning kisses and passionate sensations. "Dammit!" she gasped. "You're horrible! You're nothing but some sex-crazed animal!"
Her large eyes were filled and brimming over with a heavy flood of tears, and her dark-blonde hair, normally so neatly combed, was tangled and mussed on the pillow beneath her constantly flailing head. She hated this man, hated him intensely.
Phil Scott looked down at Peggy, and she looked positively perfect to him. She wasn't one of those Barbie-doll beauties that wandered through the casinos downstairs, trying to hook up with some man for the night and either squeeze two-hundred dollars out of him, or possibly try and rob him of all he owned. She had a natural look about her, that back-home-girl face, and her words only served to arouse his passion that much more. He knew it would only be a matter of moments before he was burying his cock into her virgin pussy. He'd had other virgins from time to time, in this same hotel, but none of them had the earthiness of this appealing girl. He was going to fuck the living hell out of her. What was more, as far as he was concerned, the time had come to do that, right now. The pulsating of his throbbing cock told him it didn't want to wait any longer, and gritting his teeth a bit, he reached down to unzip his pants, aching to release the straining organ from its cloth prison.
"You're some kinda chick, honey," he told her. "You're really making me work for your cunt, and I'm enjoying every second of it. I'm gonna love raping the shit outta you!"
"No ... oh no ... not like this!" she begged. "Please ... please ... just give me a few minutes to compose myself..."
"Honey, since you walked in here with that sexy body of yours I feel like you've been teasing the hell out of me. It's time you learned that when you get paid for something, you deliver."
"No ... no ... I'll give you the money back..."
"The hell with that!" he told her, too far gone in his lust to want to wait while some other possible virgin might be found. Besides, the odds of finding another virgin in Vegas, especially on such short notice, was all but impossible. "I paid you in good faith in advance, and you took the money. It isn't as if I forced it on you or I tried doing something against your will. By you taking the money it became a binding contract between you and me, and I'm not letting you return a damn thing. I'm just fucking you, because a good fuck is exactly what you deserve."
The helpless woman turned her face away, not wanting to let the man see her blubber. He was right! She had walked into this with her eyes open, and she had indeed accepted the money, and just thinking about it made her flush a bright-red as she scrunched her eyes tightly shut. What the man was saying hurt her, because he was telling the truth. He was telling her she was a whore, and for the first time the implication hit her. A whore! She was a common, ordinary, every day variety tramp, just like the pretty faces that wandered through the casino looking to pick up men. The only difference was, she didn't belong to some pimp's stable. But the idea that her body was to be abused this way again and again simply for some man's pleasure caused the repulsion she felt for herself to enlarge to even greater heights.
Life was not going to be the fun merry-go-round she had initially believed. Fucking for a living was not something simply pleasurable. It resembled her maid's job in that it was work.
The thought knocked some of the fight out of her, and Phil Scott took advantage of the moment. He hastily reached under the lower part of her uniform, pulling down her sheer blue panties, tugging them off with ease and tossing them on the floor. Then his fingers hurriedly returned, the long middle finger touching the fully exposed, glistening slit of the beautiful blonde girl's hair-surrounded, pink pussy. At the moment, looking so helpless, Peggy, to Phil Scott, looked more beautiful than any other Female he had ever seen.
The thick length of his extended middle finger began rubbing her clitoris while his other fingers pulled at her pussy lips in a desperate attempt to find the narrow orifice leading into her vagina. He finally found the tiny hole and then pushed and prodded at the softly tender, fleshy lips of her helplessly defenseless cunt. He slowly eased his middle finger into her, using his thumb to rub her clitoris. She was tight, all right, really tight. He was meeting one helluva lot of resistance all the way, even though she was well-greased inside. He continued pushing his finger into her, shoving harder, finally ramming the tip of his finger against her hymeneal obstruction. Oh yeah! A pure virgin all the way!
Peggy wriggled and squirmed, doing her best to avoid his fingering as it continued rotating around and around in her tight little inner feminine cavern. This only made the juices in her pussy bubble even more.
He added a second finger after awhile, and Peggy continued squirming, but there was little she was able to do to avoid what the man continued doing to her. Struggling did her no good whatsoever, and she was more aware now of the solid erection the man had pressing against her thigh. Looking down, she saw a penis not quite as long or as thick as those belonging to the two men she had seen on her first day working at The Naiad.
"I'm gonna fuck you, now!" he told her.
"like this!" she gasped. "My uniform, let me take it off..."
"Fuck that! I'll buy you a new uniform. Don't be a dumb cunt all your life. I want you now, baby. I ain't even gonna bother taking off my shirt," he said, reaching with his free hand and pulling her rounded big breasts out of her brassiere, though he made no move to take off her undergarments.
He bunched her short-skirted uniform beneath her as he knelt between her thighs, and Peggy gasped as she became aware he had positioned himself between her loins. She gritted her teeth as she felt the pulsing penis rub its wet head against her inner right thigh. The frightened girl was also aware of how tightly her vagina clung to his two fingers, both of which, together, were not nearly as thick as the heavy penis he was now guiding into position. Even if he wasn't as big as either of those other two men, he was still huge, very big, and it seemed, to the terror-stricken young maid, entirely too huge to ever fit inside the tightness of her virginal opening.
"Oh nooooooo" she gasped. "N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... it won't fit. . . it'll never go inside. . . it's impossible ... you're too big..."
"Cunts are made to hold cocks," he told her. "It'll fit, baby. We'll make it good fucking fit."
She gasped, aware he was slowly, agonizingly spreading her cunt with the head of his penis, pushing the tip into what felt like the unyielding entrance to her womanly cavern.
Her openly splayed vagina shuddered, quaked and began vibrantly pulsating as the throbbing head of his massive organ pushed all the harder against the elastic ring of her vagina, widening it little by little.
"Hard and fast is the best way, baby!" he told her. "We get past the pain real quick, that way!"
With one overpowering, driving effort, the man forced his body to move, thrusting his flat hips forward with a wildly insane jerk, letting his loins carry themselves as if on a rail slide into the whimpering female, moving mercilessly and uncontrollably. The massive girth of his probing cock pushed its way into her, flooding through her like a great tide, bursting and smashing all that was in its way, widening her cunt walls. Deeper, ever deeper the bullet-headed organ moved, pressing against, then rending apart the thin fleshy membrane of her maidenhead. His powerful cock continued sinking more deeply into her until his dangling testicles slapped loudly against the lower cheeks of her ass. His thighs hit her groin so solidly, and his knees pounded against her ass-cheeks so violently, he felt her fleshy buttocks flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed and writhed his hips around and around, trying to make his cock fit all the more easily into the tightness of her.
Pain charged through her like a streak of lightning through the shuddering Peggy. She had never thought of her virginity as something particularly prized, but the agony of having it removed so violently made her more sorry than ever that she had ever consented to this way of life. Nevertheless, she was practical enough to accept that it was done. The painful part was over, and though she would always despise this man for being the one to cause her pain, by the same token she was grateful, in a way, that this hadn't been done by someone she might have liked.
Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, and she uncontrollably writhed and squirmed and wriggled, moving her body violently around and around, trying to push him out of her.
From the moment he had seen her, Phil Scott had wanted this girl, and now he had her, firmly staked on his throbbing length of probing pecker. He stared down at her as he gripped her rounded shoulders with his hands. Then he slid them under her, running them down her back as he drew his phallic probe back again and proceeded to swiftly, violently thrust it in and out of her sucking vaginal tunnel. Her cuntal mouth continued to tightly grip his prod, making the resistance that much more enjoyable for him as he continued rummaging through her.
By now he was firmly gripping her slenderly narrow waist, holding ever so tightly onto her, his fingers fitting into the creases where her thighs joined her body, and his thumbs reached down and away and pressed into her rounded ass-cheeks. He pulled the molded moons upward all the more solidly each time he powered down, and then he held her in place as he crammed the full length of his madly pulsating prick into her simmering depths and rotated it around and around, stretching the vibrantly tender, aching walls of her previously unused cunt with his bloated, blood-swollen head.
"GHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" Peggy gasped, feeling pain at being so constantly stretched.
For awhile the agony was almost more than the helpless young maid was able to withstand. Not that she cared about her so-called precious virginity being ripped out of her, but she did care about the fact that it hurt. But through the pain, through the hurt, through the agony she felt the unwanted rising of that other inner feeling she had been trying to suppress. In spite of her hatred for this man, the feeling of lusty desire was building in her, and she was beginning to enjoy what she was feeling. He was pounding into her like a galloping stallion in heat, and dear Lord ... she was starting to feel something other than pain and hate.
This feeling within her made her want to cry out with even more hatred because he wasn't even allowing her the luxury of detesting him any longer. Little by little she felt herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of enjoyment as the swollen and throbbing rigidity that was his driving cock continued battering deeper, still deeper into the trembling depths of her quivering belly.
Phil Scott lowered his eyes, staring at where the two of them were joined, enjoying the sight of his cock coming out, stained with her virginal blood as well as her inner oils. His entire length of prick was glistening from her feminine secretions, and this only served to arouse him that much more. He plowed the full length of his cock right back into the simmering depths of the seemingly uncooperative young maid, still looking down. When he pulled back again, he was able to see the rich reddish color of her inner membranes drawing open as he tugged back, and then, like the lips of a child wrapped around a peppermint stick, they sucked his vibrant organ right back in again. He was so aroused at what he was seeing, it fogged his vision, and with a deep-throated growl he began thrusting all the more violently in and out of the tightness of her cunt, not even trying to establish a rhythm, but rather simply pounding into her inadvertently.
The thrills were rapidly building in Peggy, and though there was still some remnant of pain in her mind, it was so faint, it was totally overpowered by the lustful feelings charging through her now. She gasped, panting and wriggling uncontrollably, squirming violently from side to side, no longer trying to push him out, but trying to keep pace with his rapidly thrusting cock, instead. She was sweating profusely now, feeling what she knew those other two prostitutes had felt when she had watched them, and feeling all this, she understood just why they had acted as they had. Merely watching people in action told less than half the story. One had to actually feel sex to truly appreciate it. There was much more to it than she had initially believed, and now that the one obstruction to her enjoyment of it was gone, she wanted to sense it in all its thrilling fulfillment. The feeling continuing to mount was so overpowering, it became uncontrollable. It wouldn't be long before she attained that ultimate satisfaction she had wanted to feel.
Scott began panting all the more heavily now, working even harder as his head rolling back and forth while heavy rivulets of perspiration ran down his forehead, some of it stinging his eyes. Grunting like an animal, he continued the harsh battering against the walls of her nakedly cringing, trembling vagina. He thrust himself into her all the harder, causing her body to slowly slide on the bed until her head was buffeting the headboard. She moaned with desire at his every lunge, wanting to feel more and more. His driving phallic pylon impaled her so masterfully, she was enjoying every thrilling moment of what she was feeling. The organ grew thicker and thicker to the point of bursting, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold himself back much longer. Not that Phil Scott gave a damn about the feelings of a newly made whore. She was here to please him, and to hell with whatever she was feeling. He knew the longer he restrained himself, the more overpowering his own orgasm was certain to be. He tensed his ass-cheeks, digging his nails into the flesh of her own buttocks, and with every forward, driving surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying testicles.
But Peggy was not to be denied. She had embarked on this great adventure not too willingly in the beginning, but now that she was along for the ride, she intended finishing it. She clamped her moist thighs tightly around the man's body, realizing as she did so she was exercising her inner vaginal muscles, tightening them as well, and she moved in tandem with the man's violent thrusts, feeling her sensations mount until she was finally reaching that crest she had often read about, heard about, and ached to discover.
She was there at last, and the roar of the wind filled her mind as the rush of great floods poured through her body, and she was shrieking, "AAAA-IIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHAAAANNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
The sound of her lusty orgasm was all Phil Scott needed to set himself off. There was no holding him back, now. He decided he had to empty his testicles as far into the tunnel of this sexy cunt as possible. He was aware of her writhing and squirming and wriggling beneath him, shrieking in her thrilled immobility as her body stiffened, and this incited him all the more as he pounded that much more solidly between her widespread, white, albeit bloodstained, thighs. He crammed the full length of his lust-swollen cock into the deepest recesses of her never-before-used vaginal tunnel. He, was groaning in total ecstasy, and he was no longer able to stand it. Now his entire shuddering body began tensing and quaking, stiffening in a long, taut curve as the roaring flood of burning white seminal fluid broke loose and began rushing into her narrow cunt in boiling profusion. It spurted through the length of his thick, rock-solid staff to splash inside the already eager, gulping depths of her vagina, pouring into her like a raging torrent of hot whipped cream.
"YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH ... HHHHHEEEEEYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHH AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed, clinging to her, holding Peggy more and more tightly, and she thrilled to feelings she had never known before, realizing there was, after all, a lot more to sex than she had initially believed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Peggy discovered how impersonal it all was without being distasteful. Yes, she would be able to fuck for Phil Scott again. No, she didn't hate him, nor did she love him. She wanted the money, but she also wanted him to understand that in the future, no matter what he paid, no matter how much or how little, it was important for her to get off, as well. She wasn't going to go through life being one of those frustrated whores who only got the money and never the enjoyment.
The two of them took a lingering bath together, afterward, and though Scott wanted her to come down to the casino with him, she refused, telling him to go ahead, and she would be in his room when he returned. To insure her not leaving him, Scott gave her another two-hundred dollars, a hundred for a new pair of stockings, and a hundred to replace her blood-soiled uniform, though she knew the hotel management would provide her with another uniform at no extra charge.
She slipped beneath the covers of his bed and soon fell asleep, but was awakened by Phil Scott about five hours later, when he returned from having ended up a thousand dollars ahead for the night. He attributed his good luck to Peggy, and after undressing, got into bed with her and proceeded to fuck her until she had two back-scratching orgasms before he finally achieved his own satisfaction.
He fell asleep afterward, and Peggy slipped on her soiled uniform and left the room. She hurried to her own quarters, hid the money, then went to sleep. The following day, she telegraphed the money to her bank in New York, saving only the last two hundred he had given her for some new clothing.
It was after lunch, the following day, and she was talking with Craig Garner in the employees' dining room.
"Well," he asked, "did I steer you right?"
"I don't understand," Peggy told him. "Why did you do it? I mean, do you do this for all the maids?"
"Not all of them," he admitted. "There are one or two, and I do it as a sort of accommodation."
"You never take money from them?"
"I'd consider it an insult if they offered me money. I'm no pimp. I line up some rich talent for them to help them."
"Do they give you their bodies in return?"
"To be honest, I never asked any other female to do that."
"Then why me?" she asked.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," he said to her.
"Try me!"
"I'm in love with you."
"What? That's ridiculous. If you were in love with me you'd never want me to go near another man."
"If I were possessive, that would be true," he nodded. "But you see, I'm a realist, and I know love is something either wonderful or terrible. If I tried dominating you, you'd turn away from me. . Hell! I'm a skinny little guy, and at first glance I'm a real nothing to look at. So I'm doing one of two things. Either I'll help you achieve your goals, going to bed with you to gratify my desire for you at the same time, and eventually get you out of my system, or..."
"Or?" she encouraged.
"Or a great big miracle will occur sometime in the future, and you'll suddenly find you've fallen in love with me, and who knows, we might even end up getting married."
"You mean you'd marry a woman you know has been sleeping with other men for money?"
"When you fall in love, there's no rhyme or reason for it," Craig explained. "You just fall in love. As for my picking the men with whom you sleep, so in a way I'm looking out for myself. I know it's crazy, but whenever I find some rich guy looking for an evening playmate, I tell him as a precaution he has to be examined by the hotel doctor, merely to make sure his heart won't give out on him. After all, the hotel understands if he wants a sexual playmate, but it doesn't understand his ending up with a heart attack that might kill him. That would cause a lot of embarrassment to the hotel. Meanwhile, we take a blood sample, and we know if the guy is okay."
"I think you're a real nice guy, Craig. As for my falling in love with you, I really don't know. Right now I don't feel love for anyone."
"I can wait," he assured her. "In the meantime, I can be of inestimable value in helping you further your moneymaking avocation."
"What do you mean?"
"I can show you the many different things a man will expect you to do, and the right way to do these things. Believe me, I'm a gentle teacher, and you're better off with me than with some jerk."
"Okay, teacher," she smiled. "You earned the right to teach me. Let's go to your room where you can give me my very first lesson."
CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time they were in Craig's room, a room which had been cleaned by a maid somewhat less efficient than herself, Peggy felt her lush breasts rising and falling with such urgency she knew what was going to take place between them was going to be something more than merely physical. God! It was almost as if she were still a virgin and she was about to undergo her de-virginizing all over again. She had to do something to rid herself of this crazy feeling or it just might happen like Craig said, that she would indeed fall in love with him.
She leaned against the door after shutting and locking it, and said, "I don't love you, Craig. I just want you to understand that, right now."
"Sure," he nodded. "You don't even know me, so how can you love me. I don't expect you to fall head over heels for me, but it doesn't stop me from feeling about you the way I do. Just don't hold that against me, Peggy."
He led her to his broad double bed. He pushed her gently onto the mattress and he carefully undressed her, taking all of her clothing off so carefully she barely felt it coming off. She didn't he down, but rather remained seated on the edge of the bed as he hurriedly undressed himself. Though he didn't make a big production out of it, she noticed he managed to neatly fold everything very quickly so there would be no wrinkles later on when he put his clothing on.
He stood before her, cupping her face with his hands, his feet planted firmly on the floor, his penis already semi-erect. For such a little man it was an enormous phallus. In fact, it was about the longest, thickest organ she had ever seen, and though she hadn't seen that many of them, what she did see had been large enough. But this one topped them all. The head had a light purple coloring to its intriguing, circumcised shape. She stared at it in fascination, moving her gaze down the length of his throbbing shaft to the weighty balls, covered as they were with little curly pubic hairs.
"You're a lot more man than anyone gives you credit for," she told him.
"Tell me, when you were with Phil Scott, did you do anything other than simple fucking?" he asked.
"No," she admitted.
"Well when you went out with boys back where you used to live, did you ever do any petting, you know, heavy petting?"
"No, my father wouldn't let me."
"Then you never went down on a man?"
"Went down?" she asked him curiously.
"Took his penis in your mouth and sucked on it?"
Peggy nervously clamped her thighs together and said, "No, of course not. Do you mean women are expected to do things like that?"
"Don't get excited," he told her. "Men do the same thing to women, licking their vaginas and loving it. The chances are I'll be doing that for you, and not in the distant future. Personally I think oral sex is terrific. It's something you'll have to learn."
"I don't know if I can," she said.
"You'll have to learn if you're going to be with men with money. You know, men want an awful lot. You'll find those who pay the least usually want the most."
"It sounds awful."
"like caviar and champagne, cocksucking is an acquired taste," he told her. "I know I'm built pretty big, honey, but the truth is, if you can suck the entire length of my cock into your mouth, you can blow just about any man on earth."
"P-Please ... Craig ... I..."
"You can do it, honey. Come on, eat my cock, sweetheart. Take my cock into your pretty mouth and start sucking on it."
She trembled, looking up at him, and she said, "I'm so afraid I'll do everything all wrong. I just never did anything like this..."
"You're unique," he told her, smiling. "Most girls learn to do things like this when they're in their mid-teens."
"Well I didn't," Peggy snapped defensively. "In fact, no boy or man ever touched me at all until last night. I knew I had to do it then, or I would never have the courage to do it at all."
Craig put the palms of his hands on either side of her lovely face and said, "You started, honey, now you have to learn it all. Come on, you can do it. Better with me, a guy you like just a little, than with some unfeeling jerk who'll simply drive it into your throat. Come on, baby, come on, suck it ... suck it."
She quivered and tried pulling back, but his hands, gently pressing on the sides of her face, held her steadily in position. He moved closer, prodding at her clamped lips with the cum-slick head of his vibrating penis, offering her the glowing helmet, and the rich essence of his groin made her shudder, because she realized arousal was coursing its way through her. She didn't know if she actually wanted to suck the organ, but she did like feeling its presence so near her. She stared at it, hypnotized by it, a helpless bird under the influence of a long, thick, hard snake ... a snake that would conquer not by eating, but by being eaten.
She fought down the barricades erected in her mind, remembering she had indeed chosen this particular profession for herself to become more than modestly well off, and this was the one man who was helping her. Besides, she did like him, if only a little at the moment. She had no doubt they would dress and leave if she asked him to do so, and the knowledge that he would at no time force this on her, and that they would walk out of this room any time she chose made her feel secure.
He was right, of course. Other men would expect this of her, and probably lots more. In a way she was fortunate to have Craig to teach her all these things.
The man moved again, and she was suddenly aware of the faint stickiness of the oily seminal lubrication coating the tip of his glans. Her tongue suddenly snapped out and licked off the droplet, and she had to admit, though it was tasteless, she liked rolling the oiliness of it around on the tip of her tongue. She puckered and kissed its little slit, and then pursed her lips into an oval and allowed the head of his throbbing penis to slide between them.
"OH AHHH!" he gasped as she stared at the crisp brown hairs that curled all over his pelvis, a pelvis that was otherwise only a shade lighter than the rest of his tanned body. The texture of his penile head between her lips beguiled her, and she compressed her mouth a little more tightly, hearing him say. "Thatta girl! Lick it with your tongue, bite it lightly with your teeth, then slowly suck the entire length of it, moving your head back and forth until I shoot you my load. Very, very important honey, is the fact that you swallow it all, every last sucking drop. Don't worry, it doesn't taste bad."
Without even thinking about it, Peggy reached forward with her left hand, palm upward, and she cupped the man's heavily dangling balls. The head of his penis was inside the ring of her front teeth now, and he was slowly but surely urging the organ even more deeply inside. She allowed the tip of her tongue to touch the little slit in his glans, and then she curled her oral digit around the coronal rim of his cock. Excitement raced wildly through her quivering mind and turned on every inner sensual switch. She was discovering how easy it was to become quickly aroused when she liked the man with whom she was performing. Suddenly she decided she did indeed want this penis ... wanted it with a maddening need she was unable to understand at the moment.
Gulping, she pulled Craig Garner's long, strong, thick penis deeper into her mouth, letting its throbbing length of it slide across her velvety tongue, compressing her lips around it so the upper part of the organ slid across the sensitive palate, as well. The tip pressed against her gullet and choked her, and for a moment she had to pull her head back a little, but as she did so, she worked her jaws around it, sucking it, tasting it, enjoying it much more than she would have ever believed possible.
She was amazed at how good it felt, how good it was going to continue feeling as the man standing before her squirmed, knowing the leaping movement of the balls in her cupped hand was the direct result of her sucking on his cock. The more she tasted of the lengthy penis, the more she wanted to taste. She was determined to take the entire monstrous length and breadth of his pecker into her mouth.
Releasing his balls, she used both hands to grip the cheeks of his sinewy buttocks and pull him forward. She pulled him toward her and down as she leaned her head back against the bed's headboard. Then she knew there was no way for her head to retreat farther back.
Without allowing his penis to leave her delectable mouth, he climbed onto the bed, squatting so that she was able to sit upright, keeping his weight on the balls of his feet, and at the same time look down at her full breasts. He had to admit he liked the looks of those tempting tits. When she had been sitting on the edge of the bed, the pink nipples remained firm and pointing slightly upward rather than floppy and hanging. It was unusual for a girl who had breasts like this one to have such firm, upstanding paps. She was some woman, all right.
Her hands squeezed his firm ass-cheeks, forcing him to move even farther toward her, and she reveled in the intimate closeness of the man's genitals to her face. Now the head of his cock was once again pushing into her gullet, and this time, fighting the choking sensation, she allowed it to sink inside. There was the added thrill of feeling his weighty balls swinging against her chin.
He fondled her face with his fingertips, continuing to lightly stroke her temples. His eyes caught the way her cheeks hollowed as she continued pulling his cock even more deeply into her esophagus. He let his thumbs trail gently over her closed eyelids, and quaked.
"Holy cow!" he gasped. "I thought I'd have to teach you all these things, but I don't have to teach you a damn thing. You're a real natural at this, honey. I've been blown by some of the greatest hookers in Vegas, and let me tell you, not one of them can suck a damn compared to you. I never thought there was a woman in the world really that good when it came to sucking a cock, and here you go, proving me wrong. I sure can pick 'em, can't I? I'll bet that hot cunt of yours is as good as your mouth."
She continued gnawing on his throbbing staff, pulling the head all the way into her pharynx, then letting it slide out until the corona caught behind her front teeth. She sucked smoothly on the purple cock head, pulling on it, licking it, pursing her lips tightly around it, building wild sensations in him, until she pressed on his firm buttocks again, forcing the full length of his cock down her gullet.
The strangest thing happened every time she pushed the head of his penis into her gullet. She felt more and more arousal coursing through her quaking body, and she realized she was on the verge of achieving an orgasm, herself. He hadn't touched her vagina, and yet here she was, about to climax. This was crazy I She was actually going to come from sucking his sweet-tasting cock.
Her mind was spinning now, and she found herself pulling air through her nostrils, exerting herself uncontrollably as she continued sucking the man's throbbing organ. She dimly realized from the quivering of his urethra, that he was going to shoot his load soon. Semen would be spurting into her mouth and throat, but she didn't feel revolted. On the contrary, she wanted his thick sperm. She had to taste it, to drink it, to form a bond with this man. God! This was all so strange. She actually loved what she was doing. The feel of his broad shaft, the meatiness of it, the flavor of pulsing cock flesh in her mouth was thrilling and exciting.
She began writhing, rubbing her slender thighs tightly together as she dug her fingers into the flat, almost hairless cheeks of the man's buttocks, her fingertips slipping into the cleft between his ass-cheeks. She ate, pulling him deeper, sucking and licking, and the pressure in her own body was enhanced that much more when she realized he was on the vergy of achieving his satisfaction.
" GGGGHHHH W W W W AAAAUUUUUGGG-LLLLMMMMPHHHAAAWWWRRRRGGGG-HHHHLLLLPHHHHMMMMGGGGNNNN-GGGGPHHHHH WWWWRRRRGGGGLLL!" she gargled as she climaxed, and at the same time siphoned up all the suction power she was able to call to her command.
"HHHHHAAAAAYYYYAAAAIIIIAAAA-RRRRGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH-AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAAABBBBGGGG-HHHHH!" he bellowed. "HEEERE IT COMES ... ALL OF ITTTT ... HHHHAAA-NNNNHHHH!"
He caught her bobbing head between his tightly grasping hands and shoved the full length of his cock down her throat, right to the balls. Peggy felt the glans expand and flex, twitching beyond all control, and then knew the marvelous sensation of the hot, thick spurting of the man's sperm as it drenched her mouth and poured down her throat. It lay creamy and musky on her tongue and clung oyster-like to the roof of her mouth.
Gripping the man's firm buttocks tightly, the sexy blonde-haired maid swallowed the hot juicy cum-load, drinking down what she discovered to be a tasty concoction of foamy liquid manufactured by his big balls as they continued bouncing up and down in their leathery sac, rhythmically beating against her chin. She continued to suck the throbbing head of his huge penis, her throat gulping convulsively as his splashing semen lessened in its spurts.
"Oh wow! That was fantastic!" the man moaned, rubbing his crotch against her face and chin. "You are wonderful. . . fantastic ... superb ... unbelievable. I love you, Peggy. I love you as a person, but I love your body, too. I love those beautiful breasts of yours, and I adore your marvelous back and small, exquisitely rounded buttocks. I'm madly in love with that magnificent mouth of yours, and I want to discover how good your cunt is, as well."
"Ummmmm!" was all she was heard to remark around the throbbing length of his shuddering penis as she continued sucking on it until it was empty, her hands fondling his firm round ass-cheeks the entire time.
Even though she had experienced a wonderful oral orgasm, there was a potent heat continuing to building the seething depths of her shuddering vagina. She felt steamy between her quaking thighs, a sensation of fiery need throbbing there, and wondered at this inner need for yet another orgasm.
Craig tugged his throbbing cock, shrunken as it was, from the lovely twenty-year-old's mouth, then tugged on her appealing body so that she lay supine on the bed. He lay down beside her, pressing his body against hers, feeling the fullness of her lovely breasts poking their nipples firmly into his chest.
They lay against one another for more than forty minutes, and in that time Peggy's inner heat became more and more intense. She ground her wet mound into the rubbery length of his cock, and little by little the penis slowly, over a period of minutes, began swelling again until it was like a leaden hose pipe. The underside of it rubbed against her soaked and matted bush and the slick pink labia. All the while, the fullness of her breasts rubbed themselves into his smoothly masculine chest, and though he might have appeared to be skinny, it was obvious from the way he held her he was extremely strong.
He placed his mouth on hers and ran his tongue into her lips, feeling the interior of her mouth. She knew what he was doing, and felt odd about it. He was actually trying to taste his own sperm from her mouth. Mingled with her saliva it seemed to have a spiciness to it.
She reached frantically for the now-solid length of his throbbing prick, caught it, and tried desperately to insert it inside her quivering vulva. Craig teased her and tried to pull away from her, but she managed to clamp her thighs around his hips and pull him toward her just enough to fit the swollen head behind her vulval opening. Her hand reached down and her nails dug into his buttocks as she wiggled violently to seat his penis into the yearning interior of her quaking vaginal container.
He was thick, thicker than Phil Scott and the breadth of his hard cock was already stretching her cunt walls far beyond where they had previously been stretched. It hurt going into her, but it was such a delicious hurt, she wanted more of it.
"OHHHHH, AHHHHH," she gasped, her voice heavy with desire. "I never understood all this, before. I thought it was all so nothing. Now here I am, burning up, in need of you, darling. I need your hard penis inside me! Please, Craig, please, stick it into me! Shove it in hard and fast! Don't worry about hurting me! Just fuck me! Go ahead and fuck me, hard!"
He fed the long, thickness into her satin sheath, and the initial sliding of the throbbing rod across the roof of her vaginal culvert made her shove her shoulders and heels into the bed as she lifted the rest of her body up, her heart pounding wildly as her fulcrum kissed his groin.
"You're such a hot bitch," Craig gasped. "I wanted to return the compliment first, and suck on that sweet pussy of yours. But if you're this hot to have my cock, and you feel you really have to be fucked in such a hurry..."
"Yes-oh yes!" she gasped out at him, bucking her body beneath his pelvis, riding upward along the stiff length of his throbbing staff and making his dangling balls beat against her perineum as well as the tiny pucker of her ass-hole. "I need it! I need it, now! I don't think I can stand another minute of not having that wonderful cock of yours buried all the way inside me! You say you love me! Well prove it, Craig! Prove it by screwing me as you've never screwed any other woman in your entire life! Ram the full length of your throbbing cock all the way inside me. Shove it nice and deep, and fuck me hard!"
He didn't have to be urged a second time. His throbbing organ pounded itself into her shuddering body, thrusting insanely, the head driving deeper and deeper, filling her with muscle and flesh and ... and more. She felt the love in him filling her cunt as he nailed his hard cock into her again and again. As a result, the sensations she felt for Craig intensified even more. She wouldn't call it love, not yet, not by a long shot, but she sure as hell liked him one helluva lot more than she had, earlier. He was an amazing man, giving of himself, offering to help her, asking nothing really in return, save that he be permitted to love her.
She trembled, quaking with the violent explosion tearing uncontrollably though her aching body as one climax followed another inside her. She gasped, moaned, and screamed alternately, ripping at his naked back with clawing fingers and pumping her vagina frantically against the power of what seemed to be his ever-lengthening rod. It was all so wonderfully arousing and enchantingly thrilling. All these things, and much more, charged through her body in sizzling electrical blasts, somehow brutal, somehow tender, and she realized there definitely was a great deal of difference being fucked by someone who cared as opposed to being fucked by someone who didn't.
But Craig still had a rigid erection and he was in the mood to fire into her again. She had climaxed so quickly, there hadn't been enough time for him to unleash a second ejaculation. Slowly but surely she relaxed under him. She wanted to sleep.
He refused to allow her to lie quietly and slowly drift off to sleep. The handsome short man withdrew his cock from her sucking pussy, tugging his still erect penis from the clinging grasp of her vagina, and lifted his body from between her weakly limp thighs. He proceeded to run his hands over her body and caress her again and again, and she shuddered, coming back to life almost against her will.
Then he lay down on the bed, and he told her, "Sit on my chest."
"Why?" she asked.
"You'll see," he replied. "I'm going to make you climax one more time, and then I'm going to fuck you again."
She shrugged, then wearily climbed on top of him and sat on his chest, leaning forward so that her hands gripped the headboard of the bed. He caressed her buttocks with the tips of his fingers, sending all kinds of tingling shivers shooting through her.
"Now," he told her. "I want you to inch up and sit that lovely pussy of yours down on my face, honey. I'm going to lick that sweet pussy of yours either until it's dry, or until you faint, whichever comes last."
Peggy stared down at his intently handsome face, looking at his slightly parted lips where the tip of his pink tongue showed. Obediently, she inched forward until her knees were pressing into the pillow on either side of his head. With some trepidation she carefully lowered her vagina gently down against his mouth.
His hands reached under her, gripped her buttocks, and he pulled her cunt snugly against his open mouth. She flinched when heat from his throat flashed across her ultra-sensitive labia, quivering as his tongue lapped along the anxiously shuddering slot of her pink vagina. The tongue slurped its way up and down between her inner lips, sending chills through her she never had before, making her realize how much she still had to learn. Then his oral digit pierced the little hole and pushed into her clammy vaginal cup, while his upper lip rubbed against her clitoris, inflaming it and spreading wanton lust throughout her entire fevered torso as she writhed and gripped the headboard all the more tightly.
Straddling his face, the lovely lady pressed her inner thighs very closely around the slender man's head. She began violently rocking back and forth, feeling as if a furnace was somewhere in her mouth shooting out tongues of flame against her vaginal core. His teeth pressed her sucking cunt lips, raking gently into the entrance of her vagina. Then he had her clitoris gripped between his lips and he pulled and sucked on it almost as if it were a nipple.
To Peggy, it was as if the man was actually devouring her entire inner body. His hands were digging all the more deeply into her ass-cheeks, and she realized a series of nerves must run from her ass to her cunt, because as he squeezed the former and licked the latter it was as if one sizzling length of sparkling electricity connected the two of them. Her vaginal lips puckered outward, and he was sucking the pulpy interior as if he were pulling juice from an orange, sucking so vigorously the fluid was running heavily down his throat. His tongue was constantly moving, slurping back and forth, lapping into the heated depths of her dewy well, slavering its way up to her hard clitoris repeatedly, then pulling back and slurping through the shuddering rest of her oily cunt-slot.
Peggy ground her vagina solidly against his working mouth, applying more and more pressure, yet afraid her weight on his face would hurt him. She wiggled her buttocks and hunched her pelvis, feeling like a thrilled wanton, feeling gloriously debauched, and then there was that tingling warning that another series of climaxes was about to wash over her.
Her two hands gripped the headboard firmly now as she rubbed her vagina back and forth, bouncing up and down at the same time, wanting to feel the thrilling stab of his tongue inside her, thinking of it as if it were a slender penis. Her thighs closed all the more tightly around his face, and thrills leaped through her belly as her entire cunt seemed to contract.
She was climaxing with a tongue in her vagina, and it was wild. It was another one of those feelings about which she would never have been able to guess simply by watching. From the eager way he was sucking her cunt, she realized now why Arlene hadn't been repulsed at the idea of licking Mary Ann's vagina.
"HHHHH AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAA-GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHRRRRR-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-EEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" she screeched, and then fell back on the bed, onto his legs.
He scurried out from under her, mounted her, hurled his cock into her sucking cunt, feeling it contract as her orgasms, ended, and then fucked violently into her until he began firing like a rocket. He came and came and came, and to Peggy it seemed there would be no end to his orgasm. But it was all so wonderful.
CHAPTER NINE
She rested for a long time after that. Wow! It had been good! It had been fantastic! She also knew such feeling would not have been possible had she felt toward this man as she did toward the first man who had fucked her.
He took her into the bathroom afterward, and they took a long, hot bath in the tub together. She offered to fuck right there, in the tub, but he refused.
"I need my strength for my job," he told her.
"You need your strength for your job."
"You say that as if I were going to work as a secretary somewhere instead of being a whore."
"How many secretaries are really nothing more than whores?" he asked. "What makes a woman with the tag of whore better than a woman with the tag of mistress? It's all a matter of semantics Words can be shaped by anyone to be used in any way."
"I suppose you have someone lined up for me tonight," she said to him, climbing out of the tub and using one of the fluffy white towels to dry herself off.
"Yes," he nodded. "As a matter-of-fact, four of the different men occupying four of the different rooms where you're cleaning are eligible. All four have been cleared as far as blood tests, and I've promised each of the four of them some action during the weekend. When they entered the hotel they were immediately photographed by the TV monitors near the front desk, and I had a videotape made of each man, as well. This way, you can take your choice of any one of them for tonight, and I'l let some of the other talent here in the hotel take care of the other three. I've checked on the girl I'm going to use for the other three. They're also clean. We give them all a blood test every morning, and they have to promise not to sleep with any man without informing us ahead of time. This way we can give them another blood test, if necessary."
"You certainly take a lot of precautions here."
"We aren't the only ones," he assured her slyly. "Many of the hotels protect their clientele this way. Surprisingly, because of this, Las Vegas has one of the lowest VD rates in the country." Craig also climbed out of the tub and dried off, hen the two of them dressed. She still had her maid's uniform on, and it was so late in the afternoon, Peggy decided not to bother changing since she'd only have to change again in a little while. Craig took her down to the security office where he introduced her to four other security men who worked in the hotel. His introducing her to them was enough to let them know to keep away from her. By the same token, each of them latched onto a filly or two they particularly liked, and as a result, everyone was happy, and all the girls who worked in the hotel, whether as maids, bartenders, floor girls, showgirls, or hookers, were protected, even though the hookers admittedly were from outside sources.
Craig led Peggy into a little side room that was usually used for interrogation, and he shut the door. Then he showed her the videotape machine, turning it on after putting on the appropriate tape cartridge.
All four men had that businessman-look about them. All were in their middle forties, and none of them was especially good-looking or bad-looking.
"I suppose you want the richest?" Craig asked.
"No," she replied. "As a matter-of-fact, I'd like the man you think is probably the most considerate!"
"Aha! Well, I can't blame you for that. But the kinky guys are the ones who pay the most."
"So I'll make a little less. I'll make it up by turning a few more considerate tricks," she told him flatly.
"A real businesswoman," he laughed. "Okay, your best bet is this guy, Alan Christenfreund. He's not one of these four."
The man to whom Craig was referring had naturally medium blonde hair, and he had a round, almost boyish face. He showed her the pictures of him.
"Can you tell me anything about him?" Peggy asked.
"Forty-seven, married, has five kids, never takes his wife with him,-likes to gamble heavily and lose heavily, but it doesn't matter because he's a successful executive producer of movies.
He only makes big hits. Usually comes in with a picture that grosses somewhere between forty and a hundred-million. He-likes to promise girls a part in his movies if they ever come to Hollywood, and he usually keeps his promises, too. True, the parts are small, but he is a man of his word. He's in one of the bungalows."
"All right," Peggy nodded. "Set it up the same way you did Phil Scott. Let's see what turns Mr. Christenfreund on."
CHAPTER TEN
Alan Christenfreund had a suite in one of the semi-private bungalows attached to the main building by a long passageway. The passageway ran for nearly a quarter of a mile, as did three other passageways leading from the building, and on either side of each passageway were semi-private bungalows. Each bungalow was divided exactly in half, soundproofed, and each one had a seven foot-high brick wall around it, once again, with a wall dividing the yard behind the bungalow in half.
It was an innovation of The Naiad because there were people who wanted intimate privacy and yet wanted to enjoy the outdoors without having to be seen by everyone else at the hotel. The only way anyone in one half of the bungalow would know what was going on in the other half of the same bungalow was to be out in the backyard when the occupants of the other half came outside, as well. Even then, the seven-foot brick wall prevented anyone from actually seeing what went on.
Taking a suite in one of the bungalows, depending on how far away one was from the main building, ran from $120 a day up to $350 a day. Each suite consisted of two huge rooms, and in the backyard of each was a hot pool, a small wading pool, much like a sauna bath, with whirlpool action if one chose, in which one sat to take the weariness out of one's bones.
That particular evening, Friday evening, was a cool night in Las Vegas, but the high wall surrounding the rear yard of Alan Christenfreund's rented bungalow kept the cool breeze from chilling the yard's occupants, of which there were three now that Peggy had joined them.
Aside from Alan himself, there was what Peggy would have termed a much older woman. Since Alan Christenfreund was, himself, in his mid-to-late forties, and the woman with him was ten years older, Peggy was astonished. After all, this man, a Hollywood producer, had his choice of any and all the starlets who worked in his studio, yet here he was with an unquestionabley attractive, but nonetheless older woman. She was almost in her late fifties, but it was obvious she had gone in for a lot of plastic surgery to maintain her youthful appearance. Only a few lines around her neck gave her away.
Alan called her Cynthia, and Peggy never did learn Cynthia's last name. Cynthia was a tall woman, and her features were bold. She had a prominent nose, full lips, and flashing brown eyes, her reddish-brown hair was short, and it was obvious Alan adored her in spite of the difference in their ages.
Peggy didn't understand why the man would want her services after having brought this woman along, but she wasn't there to question it. Alan was a big spender. He had already given her five-hundred dollars in advance, and he had promised her that if he was satisfied with her performance, there would be a like amount the following morning, before she left.
At the moment it was a little after nine, and Peggy had already turned down all the beds of the rooms she serviced, and so she was free to pursue her extra-curricular activity.
The three of them were sitting on wrought-iron chairs in the backyard of the bungalow, and from the silence coming from the other side, it was obvious Alan had paid to make sure that half of the bungalow would remain unoccupied. Alan was wearing green Bermuda shorts and a white shirt which was outside the pants. Cynthia, who was seated to his right, wore a light-brown sleeveless dress which, considering the coolness of the evening, was much too light. Peggy had a blue dress on as well. It was a tight dress that did nothing to hide the swell of her lovely breasts, breasts which, at the moment, were noticeably unhampered by a brassiere.
They had talked at some length about a multitude of different things all three of them were able to discuss. At one point Alan even invited Peggy to come to Hollywood for a screen test, but she decided to decline, telling him she had absolutely no acting talent, whatsoever.
"I'm not kidding myself," she told him. "I know just what it is I'm capable of, and I'm content to remain as I am until I've earned enough money so that I can live on the interest once it's all banked."
"I'm starting to feel a bit chilly" Cynthia said. "Hey, let's all of us use the hot pool," Alan insisted.
Without a reply, Cynthia stood, and still fully clothed, walked over to the hot pool and after kicking off her sandals, climbing into the water still wearing her dress. Alan kicked off his own shoes and socks, and followed her in, still otherwise clothed.
Peggy, who was now on her feet and standing near the edge of the hot pool, found herself chuckling at the antics of the two of them.
"Ugh!" Cynthia was gasping. "This is the dumbest damn thing I've ever done. The water feels wonderful, but my clothes feel so clammy Uuuccchhh!"
She picked herself up out of the water and began stripping herself in front of Peggy, who was still much more amused than surprised. She left her clothing in a sodden heap on the tiled area surrounding the hot pool, and Peggy noticed the woman had also had some body surgery performed. Her breasts, which had, at one time probably been monumental, were still full, but with light scars around them which attested to skin-tightening. Her thighs had also been worked on, and they were still slender pillars.
Cynthia stood at the edge of the hot pool, then turned to Peggy and said, "Come on, dear, join us."
Peggy, for some reason felt like an intruder rather than someone who had been paid to be here. She looked at Alan who was climbing out of the hot pool. He also stripped down. His belly was paunchy and flabby, but there was nothing small about the appendage that dangled between his thighs. It was an all-white penis with a light pink head. At the moment it was still flaccid.
"Come on," Alan invited. "Join us!"
Although it sounded like a request, Peggy knew it was a command. She saw the two of them sitting side by side in the pool, almost up to their necks. Cynthia's breasts floated on top of the water like little buoys. The brown tips of her nipples seemed to be pointing at Peggy like little fingers, accusing her of not complying with Alan's wishes.
Peggy shrugged and peeled off her own dress, revealing her own naked perfection, and then she stepped into the hot pool. The warm water closed around her, and it almost as if she seemed to feel each of her pores opening up individually. She was across from them in the hot pool, and she felt Alan's toes rubbing against the underside of her right foot. They remained in the hot pool, looking at one another, getting used to each other, and then they climbed out of the pool. Though her nakedness didn't bother her, Peggy found the cool night air disturbing, and all three of them returned to the bungalow suite, entering the sitting room through glass doors. All three of them collapsed on the rug after Alan had shut the door. She was already aware of Alan's heavy thigh pressing against her on one side while Cynthia's soft flank rubbed against her other side.
"How do you feel?" Alan asked.
"A little chilly and a little dizzy," Peggy replied.
"Cynthia, you know how to take away dizziness. Go on and help the poor girl."
Cynthia sat up and moved behind Peggy, whom she had sit up, as well. Peggy relaxed, enjoying the cool touch of Cynthia's fingers on her temples, and after awhile she realized the woman was stroking more of her body. When she felt a hand caress her rib cage, and then her breast, her eyes, which had been closed, suddenly flew open. She saw Cynthia was the one touching her there, and Cynthia was smiling. She felt as if she were reenacting the drama that had taken place that first day she had come to the hotel to work.
"It's all right," Cynthia assured her. "You just lie back, relax, and enjoy!"
Peggy didn't want to become lesbianically involved, yet she realized she didn't have much choice. Once again, she had accepted a lot of money in advance, and now she no longer felt disgust for what Arlene and Mary Ann had done together. Instead, she pitied them, just as she pitied herself.
Stroking hands were gliding over her body, sending fantastic waves of dreamy sensations charging through her sinuous form. By now she knew full well these caresses were sexual, and she didn't jump at all when Alan's hands began gliding over the velvety smoothness of her flesh.
She was aware of the man's fingers touching her thighs, moving toward the lust-inciting triangle of her dark-blonde hair. They didn't quite touch her as Cynthia's fingers slid into the deep valley between her rounded breasts, then returned to rubbing her mammaries, letting her fingers circle each areola, not quite touching her taut nipples.
Alan looked down at Peggy, at the mist filling her eyes, and he realized she was almost ready. Just a little longer now, and she would be amenable to anything and everything.
Her golden loveliness soon became too much for him, and he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly to her tantalizingly naked belly. The abrupt wet contact sent a violent chill racing uncontrollably up and down the quivering spine of the younger female. She automatically reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Cynthia leaned down and whispered in Peggy's ear, "Put up a little bit of a struggle. He-likes to think he can conquer women with his masculinity."
The man suddenly pushed his face between
Peggy's thighs, spreading the soft, dark-blonde curls, and flicked his tongue out like that of an aardvark, plunging it into the wet warm slit of her pink pussy.
Peggy jumped from the suddenly arousing electrical contact as his oral organ washed over her upstanding clitoris. Her eyes flew wide open, and, remembering Cynthia's suggestion, pressed on his shoulders with her hands in an effort to push him away. She automatically opened her legs as she started to struggle against the restraint of Cynthia holding her down, and that was when Alan moved forward and caught her in the obscene position with her legs spread apart, preventing her from clamping them shut. Slamming his perspiring palms against the tender insides of her thighs, the man held her fast, drooling as he stared at her pussy.
Peggy, playing the game to the hilt, had her eyes wide open as if confused. She continued struggling in an attempt to shut her thighs, but she realized it was a hopeless battle. She was able to see Alan lying flat on his belly between her widespread loins, smiling at her from between her upstanding breasts, looking like a starving lion about to gobble its prey. The coral, moist flesh of her feminine nakedness was presented to his hungering mouth in defenseless sacrifice as she lay frozen to the floor. Yes, this was definitely going to be something similar to that which she had witnessed on her first day at The Naiad. The man's tongue was circling his lips, and the brightness in his eyes told her he relished what he was about to do. In a sense she was glad, because a man who liked pussy eating, usually did a good job of it.
"Fight him some more, beg him not to do it," Cynthia whispered.
"Oh no ... Mr. Christenfreund, no ... please, let me upo, don't do this!" she pleaded.
"You just take it easy honey," Alan told her. "You'll love what I'm gonna do to you."
"No, no, this is all wrong," she told him, seeing him preen as if positive about his ability to conquer her.
Peggy whimpered a little to make herself sound more convincing. While Cynthia pinned her shoulders and arms to the floor, Alan once more clamped his hands on the insides of her tender thighs, moving his fingers higher until his thumbs came to rest on the soft flanges of her vagina. Then, with a slow, tantalizing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the ragged edges of her pink pussylips apart very slowly, exposing the wet slit of her defenseless vagina to his merciless gaze. He watched her greedily for the moment, and then, with a soft animal-like groan, he allowed his head to fall forward and he buried his tongue to its full length into the deliciously savory warmth of her throbbing inner femininity.
The captively held Peggy jerked and twisted, realizing this was what the man wanted. A soul-searing moan escaped from her throat, and she gasped. She twitched from side to side, her buttocks rubbing against the carpeting, doing her best to escape the fabulous madness he was performing on her genitals.
"UUUUNNNNHHH! N-O-O-O-O-O-O! Don't ... don't do it!" she begged, whimpering before this wonderfully delightful oral attack.
She lifted her head off the floor, and though there was a horrified expression on her face, a disbelief that this was actually happening, inwardly she thrilled to all of it, not only believing it, but wanting to feel more and more and more of it.
"Good girl!" Cynthia whispered in her ear. "Keep it up a little longer. He loves to think himself a man capable of conquering all women, young ones like you, and old ones like me."
Aloud, Peggy groaned, "It can't be! It can't be!"
She continued moaning again and again, pretending to be filled with humiliation, her head falling back on the carpet and flailing helplessly from side to side as the man's tongue continued spearing in and out of the dilating lips of her cunt, sending one thrill after another passionately shooting through her.
Wisps of delight working in her body grew in geometric proportion, and pleasure mounted more and more quickly in the depths of her naked belly. Her arms tensed themselves against the pressing hold Cynthia had on them, while her firm, rounded buttocks continued hitting the floor, and her full breasts jiggled every which way from her movement.
Although she had been expecting Cynthia to join in, Peggy was still not really prepared when the older woman leaned down, continuing to maintain her grip on her forearms, and she began gently blowing hot air across her up-thrust nipples. The pinned-down blonde shivered at the new sensation that rippled through her body. She was aware of her nipples, already stiff and hard, stiffening even more. That was when Cynthia brought her mouth even closer to Peggy's straining breasts and slowly began circling her tongue around the tiny pink buds. Peggy stared in thrilled delight as her nipples continued reacting to this second attack, stiffening so much, she thought they might grow another inch in length.
All during this time, Alan Christenfreund's eyes remained wide open, his mouth and tongue continuing to work like that of a honey bear lapping at a bee's wax comb. It probed into the syrupy depths of her seething pussy-of the luscious cunt beneath him, drinking the continual flow of colorless sap as it leaked out. He stared, watching with arrogant delight, the contorted expressions on her face as Cynthia's auburn head lowered itself even further onto her swollen breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the initial signs of the surrender he was certain would eventually come.
Peggy lay there, pretending she was abjectly submitting herself to these wonderful outrages being perpetrated on her body. It was delightfully thrilling. He watched with arrogant pride as the lovely blonde continued her pretense, constantly screwing her features into a series of contorted masks.
Peggy realized that if she were indeed the so-called helpless being Alan was imagining her to be, she would be feeling all kinds of humiliation. Random pictures flickered through her mind as she tried to imagine the expressions on the faces of her parents if they ever saw her this way. All the while her ears enjoyed listening to the obscene sucking sounds Alan continued making as his hands kept her thighs forced apart. She kept her eyes glued to Cynthia, staring at the way the latter was expertly sucking her nipples.
Peggy had never realized depravity could be so much fun. She was becoming less and less frightened at sexual contact, especially since Craig had trained her a little. There was still more to learn, she was certain of that, and she was now eagerly looking forward to learning it all.
At the moment, there was nothing for her to do but remain lying there, accepting whatever oral homage the two of them wished to pay her. Her own turn would eventually come, she knew as much. She looked forward to it almost eagerly.
Alan's wide-open eyes remained locked on her lovely face as he continued the torturing probes of his tongue into the depths of what he imagined to be her protesting vagina. He watched the tears of shock and humiliation, for so they seemed to be, and he enjoyed it all tremendously. A feeling of satisfaction was welling up inside him, and he silently laughed, flicking his tongue all the more strongly against her clitoris. Hell! He was going to show this little blonde he was the best pussy eater in the business. Not only that, he would give her another thrill, as well. Before the evening was over, he'd have her doing somersaults for more of this.
He chuckled again as he got an even firmer grip on her rounded thighs, knowing he was going to really get to her, now. He hoisted her buttocks off the floor, pushing her thighs back a little, exposing the tiny brown crinkle of her anus. Then he leaned down and flicked the tip of his tongue against the little pucker.
"UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" Peggy gasped, feeling the unexpected searing contact.
This was something not even Craig Garner had done to her. A low moan of wanton delight issued forth from between her lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, baring her lips back over her teeth as she felt the wild sensations continuing to trammel through her quaking body.
"Good God!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"
She desperately tried screwing her loins away from the hotness of the flicking tongue, not because she didn't enjoy it, but because she was over-sensitive back there and felt herself going totally out of control. Alan's only reply to her question was another licentious chuckle from his wet lips and a further stab into the tightness of her fleshy ring.
"AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHH!" she moaned aloud again as a series of tiny goose pimples excitedly rippled their way across her quivering belly and heaving breasts.
At that moment, Cynthia chose to pull half of one of Peggy's breasts into her mouth, letting her palate rub itself across the tip of Peggy's nipple. She chewed on the flesh with her teeth, but did it ever so lightly, leaving tiny little marks that would disappear in a matter of minutes. ill
Peggy gasped delightedly, reveling in this thrilling dual attack, and she realized she was no longer able to keep up this pretense. Her body was too aroused and in need of satisfaction. Her buttocks bounced up and down as his probing tongue still dug into her anal opening, and the delicious new spasms had her writhing all over the place.
"OH AHHHHH! THIS IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH!"
Peggy was well aware she had lost control of herself, and she wriggled as further cries of jubilation came from the depths of her throat. She was beyond being able to act at this moment and merely wanted to enjoy all that was happening to her. She had clenched her teeth together and pretended to fight long enough. The time to give in had come, and she ached to enjoy it.
Her shamelessly aroused, wanton body began to suddenly jerk spasmodically out of control. It began a slow, abandoned movement against the hard thrust of the man's probing tongue, and a low, soul-stirring moan came from the depths of her throat. Forgotten was any thought of pretense, now. Forgotten was the fact that she felt no love for this man in any way. All that counted was his ability to arouse her. He had done just that, and because of this, the delicious little arrows of delight had turned into lightning bolts of utter pleasure.
Alan sensed her supposedly submissive surrender, once again thinking of himself as a man for all women. With a savage grin the paunchy blonde man thrust the full length of his thick, wet tongue into the depths of the lovely woman's quivering sheath, slurping fluids from her. He was aware of the softness of her silky pubic hairs grazing the tip of his nose and his cheeks as she ground her rounded ass-cheeks upward, pressing her cunt against his face in a slow hypnotic rhythm. She was his now, and he gloated excitedly as he watched the grimaces on her face as her eyes remained tightly clenched and her teeth stayed clamped together.
By God! It wouldn't be much longer until he rammed his aching cock into this tasty little pink split and fired his eager sperm into the depths of her quivering belly. She would soon be just a hotly screaming bitch, aching to be fucked by his cock, a cock that was now fully erect, in all its glory.
Alan started moving back, lifting his mouth away from the lovely blonde's coral cunt as it continued streaming lubricity between its lips. But before he was able to move into position to fuck her, Cynthia said, "Hold it!"
"What's wrong?" Alan wanted to know.
"Nothing," she replied. "You can have her cunt ... after I'm finished with it."
Having said this, she lifted her head from Peggy's breasts and swung her naked body around and straddled Peggy's chest, her own naked buttocks directly above Peggy's throat, her knees on either side of Peggy's head. Her own dripping cunt was poised an inch-or-so away from Peggy's passion-distorted face. Tiny droplets of vaginal oil ran down her thighs, and one or two fell on Peggy's face. The blonde girl stared up into the pink slash, realizing the moment had arrived. This was something she had expected, and yet, not having done anything like this in her life, she was a little afraid to try it. She stared at the waiting cunt as Cynthia balanced herself on her knees, reached behind and gripped her head with anxious hands, and tried guiding her mouth to her wide-open orifice as she sat a little lower.
Peggy had writhed and wriggled under the delightfully maddening torture of the movie producer's flicking tongue. She had bucked until she thought she'd break a bone or two in her body or her heart would beat its way out of her chest. At one point it had appeared as if the man's knowing way of sucking at her pussy would go on forever, and now that it had stopped, she felt such an emptiness. Staring at Cynthia's more redly hued vaginal labia, she understood the older woman wanted to feel what she had been feeling, and after all, this was, in essence, what she was being paid to do. Feeling no sense of shame or indecency whatsoever, she was aware simply of the sensuousness of all that was happening to her.
The heatedly aroused young blonde found her hands were suddenly free, and without thinking about it, for to think on it might be a way of not doing it, she circled her arms eagerly around the older woman's ass cheeks and pulled Cynthia's widespread inner loins right down into her face. Hell! If both Alan Christenfreund and Craig Garner were able to do this and enjoy it, it reasonably followed she ought to get a kick out of it, as well. She lifted her head off the floor a little, and her tongue shot out and washed across the dribbling labia of the older woman's pussy.
Cynthia jerked from the abruptly sudden wet contact and began pressing her hands all the harder on either side of the lovely blonde's head, tugging her face even higher against her lusting pussy. Peggy's tongue was circling maddeningly around inside the other woman's vaginal lips, the tip flicking wetly against the wetly sensitive walls of her vagina like the flashing tongue of a rattlesnake.
"AHHHHHUUUUUNNNNHHHHHH!" It was a long groan that escaped from the older woman's throat as she gasped, "That's good, Peggy, that's really good! Do it more! More!"
The enchanting auburn-haired woman continued gasping the words out without thinking, her body bucking, sliding back and forth on the tongue probing into it. She spread her thighs even more widely apart so that her vaginal lips would part as far as possible.
Peggy began using her own hands, reaching for the woman's crotch and tugging her labia wide apart so that her vagina was spread open as much as possible. She continued pulling, thinking she might even be hurting Cynthia, but the older woman kept begging for more and more.
Remembering how thrilled she had felt when Alan had licked her anus, Peggy now did the same thing to Cynthia, lapping at her tiny starred opening. She thrust the narrowed tip of her tongue against the fleshy circle until she felt it give a little, and then the tip entered the tiniest bit. Cynthia fairly shrieked with happiness as the lovely blonde maid continued lapping at the tightness of the older woman's rectum. She wanted only to return the pleasure she, herself was receiving.
Acting out of instinct rather than knowledge now, Peggy moved her tongue away from the anal pucker and moistened a forefinger in the hot opening of Cynthia's cunt, catching the dribbling secretions. She then pressed the slippery tip of her finger against the tiny back hole. Her mouth returned automatically to Cynthia's cunt, and seeing the clitoris this close up, she realized it was a miniature penis. She took it between her lips and sucked on it as she had sucked on Craig's pulsing cock, and at the same time sank a finger into the tightness of Cynthia's anus.
Peggy didn't know why, but she had to admit she liked lapping the other woman's pussy. She knew she wasn't a lesbian, because she enjoyed men too much to be that, but she also knew she would never be wholly heterosexual again.
"HHHAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" Cynthia gasped.
This encouraged Peggy to thrust her finger in to the second knuckle.
"HAAAANNNGGGHHHH! OHHHHH ... that feels s-o-o-o-o-o good!"
Instinctively, the still relatively inexperienced blonde held her finger in place and began thrusting her licking tongue upward into the dripping center of Cynthia's tantalizing cunt until the older woman slowly felt her ass-hole accustoming itself to the digital intruder.
Cynthia sat perfectly still and unmoving, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips tightly drawn back over her own teeth as Peggy's lips had been drawn back, earlier. Then, after a seeming eternity, she began breathing again, panting heavily.
Peggy thrilled to the taste of the other woman's throbbing pussy, and she began licking and sucking all the more strongly, twisting her finger around and around in earnest now, widening the narrow stricture of Cynthia's rectum, stretching it a little more with each circle until whatever minor discomfort the older woman might have felt was totally submerged into the tremendous pleasure continually coursing through her naked pussy. She began thrusting her own buttocks upward, then down, trying to push more of Peggy's finger inside her, trying to keep some kind of lewd rhythm with the tongue that was working in her. Peggy used her free hand to cling to the older woman's ass-cheeks in an effort to press her trembling loins even more tightly against her face. She locked her mouth against the slavering cunt of the older woman as her tongue continued probing deeper and deeper.
Alan Christenfreund was sitting back on his haunches, watching this scene unfold before him in utter amazement. It was the kind of delightfully bizarre spectacle he enjoyed. He stared in fascination at the way Cynthia's beautifully rounded ass-cheeks pressed against Peggy's face as the older woman remained in a semi-sitting position. She was jerking her body forward and back, keeping cadence with the tongue working in her, as well as with the finger probing her rectal interior.
A delightfully wonderful wildness had taken total possession of Cynthia's quaking body as she crouched there, part of her impaled on Peggy's tongue, and another part of her skewered on the blonde's finger. She ground her buttocks around and around in wild ecstasy, pushing her genitalia against the delightfully maddening probing into her loins. Nothing seemed to matter at the moment other than the swirling deliciousness she felt, and she wriggled and twisted and turned and jerked above the licentiously working face of the lovely blonde.
"OHHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ... AHHHHHHHHH! LICK ME ... LAP ME ... DON'T STOP ... KEEP ON DOING IT!"
Peggy slaved to please the older woman now, knowing the older woman was starting to approach her orgasmic ride. All she saw when she looked up was the fullness of Cynthia's ass-cheeks and the way her finger was moving in and out of the rectal pucker.
Cynthia's eyes were tightly shut, and there was an expression of total and complete rapture spread across her face. Her reddish hair billowed out like sable waves around her neck as she twisted her head from side to side. Her thighs were now spasmodically opening and closing around Peggy's face, and Peggy enjoyed their warm resilience pressing tightly around her ears as the lovely older woman continued jerking involuntarily from the constant flickings of a tongue inside her vagina. The aroused young hotel maid was aware of
Cynthia's more stertorous breathing now, since her cunt seemingly opened and closed with every breath she took. Cynthia's head was flailing from side to side like a whip, her long hair lashing out this way and that.
Peggy thrust her finger in even deeper.
Cynthia's loins continued to press more tightly against the sides of the younger female's head, tightening and softening in constant rhythm to the thrust of the delightfully punishing tongue. She knew Cynthia was now on the brink of her orgasm ... not quite there ... but hanging on the very tip of it. The older woman's breasts were heaving and dancing wildly against her chest, and now she leaned forward, planting her arms on either side of Peggy's torso, and stiff-armed, she humped herself back and forth, back and forth.
Then her head stopped its flailing. Her entire body tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel cables. Her face began contorting and a low, guttural scream started deep in her throat, suddenly choked off at the last moment, sounding like the soulful gasp of a dying animal.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH ... AAAANNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Then silence!
Cynthia felt as if her entire interior had melted and was gushing out of her through her vagina. The orgasm started in the depths of her belly and gushed out around the still-moving tongue of the young blonde who lay beneath her. Oils dribbled on Peggy's nose, face, and chin. The climaxing auburn-haired woman felt more of the vaginal fluid running along her inner thighs, and much of it fell on Peggy again and again.
Cynthia suddenly fell forward, her own head falling between Peggy's thighs, and before Peggy was aware of it, Cynthia was sucking the vagina of the blonde girl. Her mouth pressed itself solidly against the split that continually oozed heavy fluid. Oils drained from the beautiful cunt more rapidly than ever, and Peggy felt herself already on the verge of an orgasm.
"YYYYAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH-AAAGGGHHHEEEAAAIIIGGGHHHHHHH-A A AUUU W W AA AGGGHHH AA AGGHHH!" she shrieked.
That was when Alan made his move. He toppled Cynthia off Peggy, threw himself down on top of her, and plugged his hard cock into her, fucking away insanely, until, in less than a minute, he, too, went violently over the top, unable to control himself as he climaxed again and again.
"That was only round one for all of us," he panted, his cock still in Peggy. "There's a lot more to come."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Peggy spent all her off-hours during the weekend with Alan Christenfreund, and by the time Sunday evening rolled around, the man had given her nearly two-thousand dollars. This she mailed to her New York bank, as well. The money was starting to roll in, and the only problem she would have would be Internal Revenue. They wanted their share no matter what. She'd have to have an accountant figure it all out at the end of the year.
During the next week, things were quiet for the first four days, so she spent them with Craig Garner, learning more and more about love-making. He was always gentle with her, treating her like a lady, and she had to admit she was finding it easier than ever to fall for the man.
On Friday afternoon, Craig told her, "Tonight is your chance for the kind of killing you'll probably only make once in a lifetime."
"Say on," she insisted. "What do you mean by a killing?"
"I'm talking about hundreds of thousands of dollars," he replied.
"You have to be kidding."
"I'm very serious. It'll involve strenuous work on your part, though. The man I'm talking about is a totally domineering individual. Though he isn't the kind to risk really hurting or maiming a woman, he can get rough as hell. What's more, he occasionally expects you to allow yourself to be used by more than one man at a time."
"That's something that never even occurred to me," she admitted.
"The only reason I'm suggesting it is, it might mean an early retirement for you," he told her. "Then maybe you and I can talk seriously."
"You mean you're still interested in slightly used merchandise?"
"Hell! The more I know you, the crazier I am about you," he replied. "Under normal circumstances I'd say, stay far away from this son of a bitch. But he has the bucks, and he pisses it all away very freely."
"How is that?" she asked.
"He's one of those oil-rich sheiks. He has so many oil wells pumping for him, he makes something like a hundred-thousand dollars a minute, twenty-four hours day, seven days a week."
"That's incredible!" Peggy gasped.
"Yeah, well like so many other nouveau-riche, and especially when you consider he heads the government in his country and so pays no taxes, he can't spend it fast enough. He has more than fifty-billion salted away in Switzerland, and another five-hundred billion invested in various enterprises throughout the world. These are also bringing him in more money. When he comes here, he's given a special Blackjack table all his own, and he'll drop a million or two in an evening just for the fun of it."
"I hear those sheiks usually bring their own women with them."
"Not this one. He-likes blondes. In his country there are no blondes, and so he wants them. He-likes to take them one at a time, and when he's finished with a girl, he passes her on to his sons, letting them use her, as well. I know he's already given certain girls more than a quarter-of-a-million apiece the last time he came here. He might give you even more."
"I'll risk whatever he wants to dish out," Peggy admitted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson was an admittedly handsome man. He had dark, swarthy skin, and his round apple cheeks made him look much heavier than he was. Not that he was thin, but he was by no means fat. He didn't like using the hotel's bungalows, preferring rooms with connecting doors through which his bodyguards might rush at any given call. So Craig had seen to it the sheik had been assigned to the hotel's eighth floor, and in rooms Peggy cleaned.
When she came to turn down the covers in his bed that evening, the black, curly-haired sheik, dressed in a white jacket and black tuxedo pants, nodded his approval, and said to Peggy, "You are the one about whom I have been informed. You will do very nicely. I shall go down to the casino now. When I return, you will be lying on this bed, totally naked."
He didn't bother waiting for her to answer. Instead, he merely handed her an envelope, and left. Peggy opened the envelope and her eyes opened with astonishment. There were a hundred bills in it, each with a thousand-dollar denomination. She took the money to Craig, who had it put in the hotel safe. Then she went back upstairs to the sheik's room, where she showered, making sure her body was properly scented, and then went to his bed, where she lay down with nothing covering her.
She didn't have to wait too long. Apparently the sheik had been really taken with her, and as a result had dropped only five-hundred thousand at the roulette table before coming back.
The moment he entered the room, he smiled. His eyes wandered up and down her lovely body, seeing the golden hairs tufted on her pelvis, and the full, upstanding breasts with their pink nipples.
Although the sheik had a passion for blondes, he also preferred western women because they were females with no humility. He loved humbling them. Money gave him the power to do almost anything.
True, there were times when he would have loved cutting up a woman just for the enjoyment of it, but if he did so, he knew he would never be able to get another western woman again. So he restrained his sadism.
"There is dust on the furniture," he told her, running his hand over a bureau. "Are you not responsible for the cleanliness of this room?" he asked.
"But I cleaned it thoroughly," Peggy insisted.
"You are insolent as well," he nodded. "You must learn that in this room, I am the master, and you, dear lady, are less than a slave. Apparently you must learn obedience."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I am telling you I am going to teach you obedience," he replied. "I expect you to accept my decisions without question. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes," Peggy nodded.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, you've made yourself clear."
"Yes, master!" he roared. "I am the master!"
Peggy was aghast, her mouth hanging open. She was totally incapable of replying at that moment.
"Sit up! No, better yet, stand!"
She got off the bed and stood in front of him.
"Come here," he insisted. "Lie down across my knees," he told her as he sat on the other side of the bed.
The edge in his voice sparked the lovely hotel maid to do as he ordered. She moved slowly though, walking toward him, then lying across his knees. He roughly pulled her down, and her legs kicked out behind her.
Peggy felt so awkward, to her it was silly. Her feet were actually touching the floor, and her dangling palms were pressing into the floor on the other side. He was going to spank her! It seemed like such a ridiculous notion, she had to giggle.
The handsome sheik gazed down at the tight roundness of Peggy's ass-cheeks, enjoying the sight of her across his lap. He was able to see a sprinkle of blonde hairs visible between her thighs. The long-legged blonde girl wriggled, trying to make herself comfortable. She clenched her rounded buttocks, then unclenched them, and shifting her thighs a little, revealed a flashing glimpse of her pink-slipped vagina nestling in its furry place between her loins. This made the sheik pause for a moment and look at her ass again. He had intended hitting her behind with his hand, but no, that would be too easy for this one.
Peggy felt herself being tugged to her feet. He was nudging her hip and pulling on her shoulder and she wondered just what it was this man had in mind. So far he hadn't even given her a playful slap on her fanny. Nevertheless, she was glad to be moved from her awkward perch. She righted herself and stood.
No sooner had she gained her feet than the sheik decided to position her anew. He pulled the large-armed easy chair over to the foot of the bed. With no idea just what it was the man had in mind, she simply allowed him to do as he wished with her. He had the chair in position, and he was sitting in it, then he had her straddle the arms of the chair with her thighs, and he pushed her forward so that she had to brace herself at the foot of the bed on her hands. She now lay with her pelvis and lower abdomen resting on his thighs. Her loins were widely stretched, each leg outside the arm of the chair in which he sat. Her full breasts dangled in the air near the baseboard at the foot of the bed, and she slowly rested her head and shoulders to rest them there. Her face was turned to the side, her cheek resting on the silken bed cover.
All this merely had the effect of unfolding the lips of her vagina a bit more. The hair-sprinkled labia had widely parted to expose their raggedly pink edges.
The sheik seized her rounded ass cheeks with his two hands, squeezing them for a moment before dipping his thumbs between her slender thighs to stretch the sensitive ridges of her vagina even more. At the instant of contact, the pink, bubbling inner hole began bubbling forth its oily viscosity. He spread the heavy liquid all over the soft folds of her cunt, using his thumb to rub it in. Her clitoris leaped to attention and stood quiveringly exposed. When he smoothly slid two fingers into her dripping womanly chute, Peggy found herself writhing deliriously. Then he began twisting his fingers around and around inside her tightness, and Peggy moaned, shutting her eyes, gasping for breath.
She automatically tilted her pelvis and then started rotating her hips, and then, without warning, the sheik suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving her with an empty feeling. Abandoned so abruptly, Peggy began mewling, letting him know with no words her need for more of the same. But her buttocks were still canted upward, and she was totally unprepared when he finally did hit her with his hand. The first blow made her left globe smart viciously, and then it was followed quickly by a second open-handed slap, leaving a handprint in scarlet on the other buttock.
"OH! OWWWWW! OOOOOH! OUCH!" she cried out as the blows began raining on her posterior again and again. The two quivering, quaking masses of white flesh turned pink quickly enough, and then seemed to burn a bright-red as the man continued beating at them without mercy. Peggy writhed and squirmed her buttocks from side to side in an effort to get away from the heavy handed slaps. She began biting her lower lip and tears began falling from her eyes. She felt confused by all this, wondering what kind of pleasure the man was getting from this since he was hurting his own hands as well.
"You ... are ... learning ... obedience!" the sheik gasped, hitting her rear again and again, seemingly not the least bit tired from his efforts. He continued whacking and hitting, slamming his open hands against one cheek, and then the next, seeing her ass mounds shake like a gelatin dessert.
"OWWWWWW ... IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" she yelled.
"What hurts, my dear?" he maliciously asked.
"MY ASS! MY ASS HURTS!" Peggy cried out in pain.
Paying no attention to her outcries, the sheik seemingly redoubled his efforts, continually smacking her frantically contorted and abused buttocks, only now first realizing how much his own two hands were burning. Each wallop was a loud-sounding flail. Between her abused and dancing ass-cheeks, the brown little berry that was her anus winked at him, as did the richly gaping flesh of her pink vagina. He felt his penis rising like a scimitar, and he poured another hail of vicious wallops against her brick-red rear-end as her shrieks turned to gasps and strangled sobs as hot flame built higher and higher in the fullness of her behind.
The sheik stopped abruptly, shaking his hands to try and get the sting out of them. He stared, enjoying the sight as the beautiful blonde's backside continued to writhe. Now he began to very gently caress the heated globes. Peggy continued softly sobbing convulsively as her florid buttocks slowed from their maddening dance.
When she had slowed down just enough so that he was able to get a bead on her, the sheik once again drove two fingers into the tightness of her sucking vagina. Peggy gasped and her tears suddenly stopped flowing. Sobs became moans as his fingers gouged the walls of her trembling vagina and one of his thumbs was pressing against the button of her clitoris. The unseemly dance of her ass began all over again, more rapidly than ever, but this time it was a dance of joy.
"Yes, yes, yes, master!" she gasped out.
This was something she wanted, needed. Her vagina was on fire and her buttocks blazed with lust, filling her with the need for inner release. Her contortions of pained pleasure were far more extreme than those of pure agony. Her entire helpless body writhed and squirmed and humped up and down as the man's driving fingers pushed briskly in and out of the tightness of her vagina. With loud smacks, her dangling breasts continued slapping against the baseboard of the bed as her body moved back and forth, her entire highly charged interior shuddering on the brink of total rapture. She held her breath, grinding her up-thrust, blindly clasping pussy onto his ramming fingers, and then she came.
"AAAIIIGGGHHHYYYAAAGGGHHH ... HHHAAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGGHHHHHHH A AAIIIAAGGGHHH AAANNNGGGHHH!"
Her body strained and stiffened, and when it was all over, she finally collapsed, visibly sagging as her twitching finally subsided while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of her.
Using a forefinger, the sheik tested the brown, rubbery opening of her ass-hole. He traced the tight outline of the little orifice before dragging the woman to her feet and lowering her upper half onto the bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
He reappeared a few moments later, totally naked. He was a little paunchy, but otherwise he was not badly built. His penis was probably the smallest one Peggy had ever seen, which was not to say it was really small, but merely smaller than the monsters she had encountered since coming to Las Vegas. She saw he had a little bottle of oil in his hand, and she asked, "What are you going to do?"
Unstoppering the bottle, she smelled the pleasant fragrance of the oil as he told her, "Why I'm going to fuck you in the ass.
Not positive she had heard correctly, the helpless blonde turned her head, looking to see the sheik smearing the colorless, fragrant oil all over his throbbing penis, a stiff, brown organ with an equally brown head. She thought he looked silly and she was all set to giggle again when she suddenly realized just what it was he had said and what he was going to do with that penis of his. It might not have been the massive truncheon sported by other men she had known, but in her ass it would be more than formidable.
"You can't be serious," she gasped, pleadingly. "Certainly you're not going to do that, right now. My rear-end is certainly sore enough."
"You're not that sore, slave!" he told her, giving her already abused behind a solid slap.
Peggy grimaced when he hit her already stinging cheeks, but the blow didn't hurt anywhere near as much as the others he had given her. Her ass-cheeks were now only a sunburnt pink, the fire having gone out of them by now. She continued staring at the man over her shoulder as, bent forward, she saw his stiff-standing cock glistening with the coating of oil. He poured some more of it onto his fingers.
"SPREAD YOUR LEGS!" he barked at her.
Against her better judgment, the helpless hotel maid did as she was ordered, and instantly felt him start to rub some of the pleasant oil all over the tiny pucker of her ass-hole. He tried pushing a well-oiled finger inside, and she began moaning, "No, you're hurting me!"
"If you are disobedient, slave, you shall receive yet another beating," the sheik insisted.
The last thing in the world Peggy wanted was to have her buttocks lambasted again, but by the same token she was unable to relax and let him pull her ass-cheeks apart. He didn't bother trying to tug the cheeks open. Instead, he shoved his oiled forefinger into her tiny rear opening, right up to the first knuckle. There was a wide grin on his face as her writhing behind resisted, her knees clawing at the bed as the man's stubborn forefinger continued pushing its way deeper and deeper into her. With one more final thrust, the sheik had the full length of his finger buried in her, his palm flatly pressing against the wriggling cheeks of her behind.
"OWWWWCCCCHHHHH! THAT HURTS!" she snapped at him, angry as well as in pain, hardly able to catch her breath as a result of his digital sodomizing of her.
"Ah, sweet little golden-haired woman, you have felt nothing as yet," the sheik reassured her, a malicious smile scrawled across his face. "When I fit my organ of masculinity into you, then you will know what paradise is truly like."
Peggy was afraid she would faint dead away on the spot. She had become acquainted with some of the other girls who worked the hotel as full-time hookers. They were aware of her occasional part-time occupation, but held no grudges since she got Johns none of them would have been able to get. They had told her how they were occasionally buggered, and Peggy had thought they were teasing her. Now, for the first time, she realized the more she knew about sex, the more there was to know.
The thought of what might happen to her boggled her mind. The sheik was behaving more like an animal with every passing moment. He might seriously injure her. His penis was certainly long enough and thick enough to really stretch her interior. She was certain her rectum would never stretch enough to take that cock.
However Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson continued rotating his finger deeper and deeper inside her passageway, loosening her up. There was a strange grin on his face as he felt the tenderly soft, buttery smoothness inside her rectum as he continued finger skewering her. Peggy wriggled under this wickedly ruthless penetration of her backside, thinking for the second time that evening that her entire rear-end was on fire. A second later she shrieked out loud as she thought his probing finger had suddenly doubled in thickness only to realize the man had plunged a second finger into her, alongside the first one.
She gasped and began sobbing openly, crying even harder than when he had spanked her. The pain was like a penetrating arrow, tearing at her tender interior as if intent on ripping the very flesh out of her. Rage mingled with her agony, rage that she was unable to prevent this exploitation of her rectum. Then the pain became even more acute, and it started driving everything else out of her mind.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAHHH! YOU SON OF A BITCH! NO MORE! NO MORE."
"A woman must learn that her place is always inferior to that of a man," the sheik told her, and for a moment she thought he was going to change his mind about using her and demand his money back as he pulled his fingers from her rear tube.
"Oh thank God!" she gasped.
"Allah in indeed to be praised, woman," he told her. "For it is kismet that you and I have met this night. Now you shall learn the truth about obedience."
"N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!" she shrieked, her voice soaring an octave higher as she was aware of the man. lowering his weight onto her back and his long, thick phallus gliding into the damp crevice between her buttocks, the head bumping against her tender ass-hole. "Don't!" she begged. "Don't do it!"
"You will learn to love this, my golden-haired dove," he told her, confidence in his voice. "You shall see, there will be pain for but a few minutes. After that, it shall be all pleasure."
Peggy's eyes widened in horror as she found herself flinching from the massive penile organ-massive since it was digging at her rectum-and terror charged through her. The sheik worked his way forward the littlest bit, resting his weight on her perspiring back, and then he pushed against her sphincter. She clenched it, hoping to keep him out. But his finger-penetration had left her rear muscle tired and sore.
"YYYAAAGGGGHHHH!" she yelled as she felt the brown crown of his penile head shove forward into her agonized rear tunnel. She felt like an overripe melon being halved.
Above and behind her, the sheik was grunting noisily as he continued to thrust with his hips, forcing his throbbing penile penetrator into the tightness of her straining rectum in quarter-of-an-inch thrusts. The pain was maddening.
As far as the sheik was concerned, the pressure on the head of his fleshy rod was driving him half out of his mind with delight. He-found it easier to sink his cock into her in short, solid lunges, lunges that eventually buried him more deeply than if he had tried ramming it into her all at once. Her rounded ass-cheeks looked as if they had been touched with rouge, and his struggles to fit his cock into her ass-hole only made her ass-cheeks redden just that much more.
The helpless blonde-haired maid pounded on the mattress of the bed with her two fists as the flaming knife continued forcing its way deeper and deeper into the tightness of her alimentary canal. It was as if she no longer had a voice left, she was so hoarse from having screamed for so long a period of time. It hurt! Oh God! It hurt so! It was pure agony, and her brain was screaming at her in the hope of getting the thick sausage-like organ out of her rear-end. Her entire body ached with the effort-the totally unavailing effort-of trying to force out the penis that continually probed and ravaged her distended rectal tunnel.
Then there was a pause, and she began breathing again. The pain was still there, but at least she was able to take air into her lungs again.
Lifting her head, she turned to look inquiringly at the man, hoping from the present lack of movement that it was all over. The sheik had not yet pulled out of her ass, this much she knew. God! She felt packed beyond belief in there. But while the pain was still there, it seemed to be dissipating, and in its place a new, strange, anticipatory sensation started taking over.
The sheik slowly began his movement, sliding his infidel cock back a little, only to inch it inside again. Back and forth, back and forth, he moved the organ in the tightness of her rear passage, and little by little the elastic flesh began to yield.
She realized, she was actually being fucked in the ass. The impossible was actually happening. His huge penis continued to massage hidden areas of formerly virgin flesh as if the organ were snuggling inside her. She as well aware of the heavy palpitations of her now-mildly glowing buttocks under the powering weight of the sheik's body. It was as if a hot coal had suddenly been ignited in the depths of her vagina, of all places. Was she losing her mind? Was it possible her body was actually responding to this horrible way the man was using her?
The sheik fucked his expanding pecker all the more steadily into her, and as a result Peggy lifted her hips a little. She was almost instantly flattened into her stomach again by the man's next violent surge, which seemed to penetrate her even more thoroughly. She continued thrusting her glowing bottom upward over and over to meet every one of his driving plunges.
"AAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" she began grunting as the massive cock continued smacking into her rear-end. The pain continued lessening, but the stimulation she was feeling was heightening. ' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HHHHUUUUNNNNHHHHHH!! ! "
The man's body dripped perspiration all over her own lathered flesh as the two of them worked harder at reaching for that golden pinnacle. The lovely blonde was unable to understand herself. She was being used, not only in the dog-style position, but being fucked in the ass, of all places, and here she was beginning to actually enjoy it. The penis in her rear-end was now sliding in and out very freely.
The man had mercilessly spanked her, then he had fingered her to orgasm, and now the friction of his penis reaming in and out of her back tunnel was so stimulating, she felt a roaring fire in the depths of her vagina, burning so harshly and hotly that she knew, incredible as it sounded, she was going to have another orgasm. She reached between her thighs with both hands as she continued slamming her buttocks upward, and she managed to catch the sheik's testicles. She began rubbing and massaging them, holding them tightly against the wet split of her ignited vagina.
The sheik's movements began speeding up, and she sensed by the tight constriction afforded his throbbing hard cock by her ass-hole, that he was all set to unleash the substance of his balls inside her. His body weight pressed on her as he continued to frenziedly plunge in and out of her rectum.
Peggy heard herself gasping and squealing in a mingling of anxiety, thrills, and delight as his frantic efforts sent pleasure sinking deeper and deeper into her rectal depths.
The movement was incredible and without realizing it, she was having another orgasm, her body bouncing up and down, her teeth clamped tightly together. This was enhanced when the sheik wailed, "AAALLL AAAHHHUUU AAALLLLL AAAAHHHHAAAHHHHH!" and fired into her rectum, sending one hot load of boiling grease after another into her.
The thick seminal fluid was very soothing to the beautiful blonde's inwardly lacerated flesh. For a brief moment she felt as if she were standing on tiptoe, flinging her hips upward, driving herself backward onto the thick stick still impaling her rear while she licentiously ground her pelvis against the bed. Zig-zag electricity charged through her shuddering flesh as she continued to writhe furiously, gasping, "AAAAANNNNHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! HHHHHUNNNNHHHHH!" The convulsions tore through her pussy for the second time that night, even though they had originated in her rectum, and she was spurting vaginal oil all over the baseboard of the bed. Christ! It was a fantastic climax!
She fell forward on the bed, pulling the man with her, for the moment totally exhausted. With the cessation of tactile sensibility in connection with her immense arousal, the pain in her rectum began to return, though it was not nearly as strong as it had been, earlier. It was more a simple soreness now, and the sheik's cock, still not fully subdued in spite of everything, remained locked inside her. She whimpered when the man started to withdraw in spite of her ass being well-lubricated by his spermatic deluge.
With a final yank Sheik Isak pulled his deflating cock from the tightness of her ass. It came out with aloud, "whhooooosh!"
"OUCH!" she gasped, as she rolled free and lay on her side, finally out from under the man's weight. She extended a hand behind her to explore her ravaged ass-hole. It felt wet and slippery, and very, very tender.
Peggy was tired, but from the look in the eye of the sheik, this was only going to be the beginning. He smiled at her and said, "That was excellent, Miss. Now we shall see what other earthy delights your body has to offer."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"I sometimes like to amuse myself by listening to why a girl who lives in country where women are supposed to be the equal of men, chooses to behave like a harem slave," Sheik Isak said.
He was still totally naked, as was Peggy, though the two of them had washed together in the bathroom before she had re-made his bed and the two of them were able to lie on it.
"Money," Peggy said, very simply. "Money is the reason for everything in the world, but then you, of all people, should know that. Am I right?"
"Ah, yes, money. Less than fifteen years ago, my little kingdom was a most impoverished place. Then we discovered pools of oil running underneath the ground, pools that one was only able to reach by drilling through my kingdom. They are deep pools, deeper than any of those in Arabia or Libya or Iran. So even though they are narrow, they hold more oil than all these other countries combined. So with this money I brought in teachers to educate me, and afterward, I had my people educated. Mine is the only Arab country, as you westerners like to call it, that has insisted every person living there have a full education. Now we use nomads from other countries to do all the menial work, while my people are building cities and learning to do things only the best-educated western people are able to do."
"Well then, now know the importance of money. You also know that even if my country is a wealthy country, it doesn't mean that all the inhabitants are wealthy. Without going into politics, it's enough to say that much of the wealth is literally thrown away by the government, and in order to accumulate more wealth, the government goes on taxing us. As a result, we have to make more money to live on. I can't cook, I can't sew, I can't act, and I can't model. I hate working as a nurse, and being a maid is only a temporary thing with me. I intend to earn enough money so that I can also retire."
"Ah, and here, in this country, men like myself are foolish enough to throw away money on girls like you."
"You said, it, not I," she reminded him.
"Do you mean that once you have enough money, you will leave this profession?"
"You'd better believe it," she told him.
"Just how much is enough?"
"With inflation going the way it is, I'd say about a million dollars-after taxes would just about cover it. This way I can put the money in the bank and live on the interest for the rest of my life."
"How much are taxes in this country?"
"Well, the way an accountant once explained it to me, if I earn the money, the most that can be taxed away from me is fifty percent. If I accumulate the money by some other means, the most they can take is seventy percent."
"This, which you do with me, this is earning money, yes?"
"You'd better believe it," she replied.
"Then if you were to earn two-million dollars, the most the government would be able to take away is half, and you would have your million."
"You've got it, Peggy replied matter-of-factly.
It will take you a very long time to earn such money," the sheik told her. "I'm well aware that most girls in this line of endeavor usually are paid one or two hundred dollars for their efforts, sometimes a bit more, yet I think you'll agree, the-likelihood of actually putting together enough money, should you stay in business even until you are in your late forties, is all but impossible."
"I'm not like the other girls," Peggy told him quite frankly. "Oh I know there are quite a few who are facially prettier than I am. But I think enough of myself to make it clear that any man who wants me has to pay a goodly sum for it."
"What constitutes a goodly sum?" the sheik asked.
"You've already paid it." Peggy replied.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, and said, "To another man, a hundred dollars is still a lot of money. To me, a million dollars is something earned in less than ten minutes. Therefore, a goodly sum, as you call it, would have to be different for me than for some other man."
"What are you driving at?" Peggy asked.
"I can move you much, much closer to your goals," he replied. "I have friends in Switzerland, where you can bank the money in a numbered account and not have to pay taxes on it."
"Why should you do all this for me?" she asked eagerly.
"I've taken a imagine to you," he explained to her. "If you are willing to do everything I say, including a quick trip to Switzerland to open that account, you'll be a lot closer to retiring when I finally leave this place."
"I don't have a passport," she told him. "It would take too long to get one."
The sheik reached for the telephone on the nightstand beside his bed, and he asked for the long distance, overseas operator. He then had Peggy listen in as he spoke in English to one of the many banks in Switzerland, inquiring what one had to do to open a numbered account without actually coming to Switzerland. The man on the other end of the phone gave full instructions, including the return of a signature card he would personally mail. However, if the account was to be started immediately, he would give whomever the account was for the account number right now, as long as some money was deposited.
"Transfer a hundred-and-fifty thousand dollars from my account," the sheik said, after the man had recited a number which Peggy had written down and tucked away quietly in her shoe.
"Shall I return what you initially gave me?" Peggy asked, when the sheik had finally finished talking on the phone.
"By no means," he replied. "Cable the money to the bank as soon as you receive your signature cards and have returned them."
"But why are you giving me so much money?" she asked.
"I told you, I've taken a imagine to you. Besides, I want you to do everything I tell you to do, because if you do, there will be more money, yet. Remember, money to me, is like pebbles to you."
"Just what is it you want me to do?" she asked.
"I like to have photos taken of the two of us together. They'll remain in my personal file, and no one else will ever see them."
"Fine," Peggy nodded.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The photographer who finally came up to the room was one of the female photographers who worked in the hotel's elegant nightclub. Apparently she had done this before, because the moment she came into the room, she put down her camera and removed her own scanty garments. Her name was Cindy, and she was a brunette, about twenty-five, with a face somewhat prettier than Peggy's, but a body with less curves in it.
Cindy proceeded to take a whole series of shots of Peggy stark naked, posing in many different ways, sometimes with the sheik fondling her, sometimes alone. By now, Sheik Isak's penis was stiffening again, and he ordered her to massage her vagina in front of him as that would arouse him all the more.
Peggy smiled, then sat in the chair he had used earlier, only now it was facing toward the photographer, and she began rubbing her fingers between her vaginal lips, massaging her clitoris. All the while, the sheik watched her, his eyes glazing with lust again. She pushed a forefinger into her vagina, the first time she had ever done anything like that, and though it didn't feel as good as someone else's finger, it did feel good. She rubbed her vagina repeatedly, massaging and teasing it. Cindy continued snapping away. She had brought extra rolls of film, just in case.
Standing, Peggy slowly walked over to the sheik and hugged him solidly against the heat of her own slender body, squashing her bare stomach firmly against the man's throbbing penis, rubbing herself back and forth and up and down in slow rotation to make sure his penis was as solid as possible. Rubbing against him as she did caused his balls to push into the lips of her cunt, making more aroused than ever. Peggy took the initiative now, knowing the sheik wanted this. She grabbed his hands and moved them around her waist, pressing them firmly on the plump cheeks of her rear-end.
Cindy crouched down and continued shooting one erotic picture after another, filming the intimate close-up of the sheik's hands rubbing wildly over the ass globes he had beaten so soundly, earlier. He pinched and pulled and tugged at the firmness of her round flesh, shoving his probing fingers into the narrow crack between her firm mounds of luscious flesh. He pressed the tips of his fingers against the ass-hole he had only recently fucked, and then he tugged her cheeks as wide apart as possible, exposing her ass-hole to the camera's lens.
Peggy was feeling more and more aroused. As a result found it difficult to stand. Slowly, she slid to the floor as Cindy moved around to get different angles, taking one series of shots after another. The sheik was now feeling as vividly aroused as Peggy, and he was kissing her throat, passionately.
Knowing the man's penchant for wanting to subdue women, Peggy asked him in a solicitous voice to stand up, and she came up to her knees. Wrapping her arms around his body, she pressed her face against his belly, holding his hips to steady herself, and she began kissing his smooth flesh. Her breasts felt the hard poker of his cock rubbing against them, and the aroma of his masculinity was inflaming her beyond her wildest beliefs.
The huge penis continued touching her as, without being told, Peggy lowered her head, kissing the man's upper thighs and then pressing her lips against his pelvis. He gripped her hair and tugged her head back a little, pushing her mouth a little lower. She parted her lips to admit the head of his throbbing cock, and she began slowly sucking it into the tightness of her mouth. She pulled at it, sucking it deeper and deeper, letting her tongue wind its way around the throbbing organ, nibbling very lightly on its juicy tan thickness.
The two now began what seemed like a furious battle to gain control over Sheik Isak's next climax. The man wanted to delay his orgasm as long as possible, enjoying the pressure of her mouth, but wanting to feel the thrill of her cunt, as well. She, on the other hand, was on fire, and by poking his cock-head into her gullet, she found herself building toward another orgasm. Now she wanted to taste his sperm and swallow the thickness of it. She wanted to have the semen wash like a hot, bubbling fountain through her mouth, feeling it ooze between her teeth and run over her tongue. There was a slight twinging in his balls, and she knew if she bobbed her head a little faster she might be able to capture the man's orgasm.
However her own climax suddenly hit her. It hit her very hard, and she gagged, "GGGLLLRRR-GGGHHHUUUCCCHHH AAAGGGHHHH!"
Because she had stopped moving the penis back and forth in her throat, the sheik had managed to re-gain a modicum of control over himself. He strained to keep himself from firing into her gullet, and she, having had another powerful climax, felt a momentary lassitude. Peggy went limp as the man withdrew his stiff cock from her mouth.
He sank to the floor, pulling her with him by holding onto her shoulders. She fell on top of him, then the two rolled over so that he lay on top of her. Their naked bodies rubbed up and down against one another, and Peggy, in spite of her oral orgasm, felt shuddering thrills trammel through her aching body. Peggy's hands held the man, quivering with lascivious excitement. He knew how to arouse the animal in her.
The sight of the two of them rolling on the floor seemed to affect Cindy, the naked female photographer. It took all of her willpower to hold the camera steady as she continued snapping pictures.
Peggy's wet pink tongue leaped from between her lips and pushed between the sheik's even white teeth, licking all around the inside of his mouth before clashing against his own lingual organ in a mingling breathlessness that overwhelmed the both of them. His hands, reaching down, had found the softly quivering mounds of her rounded buttocks and he squeezed the gluteal mounds, massaging and pulling on them. At the same time, Peggy slipped her hands between their bodies and ran her fingertips up and down the throbbing length of the man's dark-skinned cock, delighting as the tubular-shaped, hardened muscle jumped and twitched at her salacious caress. Peggy realized she was not only learning quickly, but was hurriedly adapting to the life of meretricious lust she had chosen for herself.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring directly at the sheik, who was staring right back at her, the lustful hunger in his eyes so evident. Peggy smiled sweetly at the smooth dark-skinned sheik, kissing his lips as, with deliberate slowness, she began carefully caressing his throbbing penis with her two hands. She rolled it from one hand to the other, bringing the head closer and closer to the throbbing slit of her widely gaping pink vagina. Her thighs opened even more, waiting to be filled with the lengthy rigidity of the man's throbbing organ. He had fucked her ass, he had fucked her mouth, and now she wanted to feel his cock in her tight cunt.
Cindy, realizing what was happening, began circling the couple on the floor, moving behind them and lying down herself and snap pictures of what was happening between their thighs at the moment Peggy started drawing the man's inflamed organ to the softness of her vaginal opening, her gaping cunt lips looking like an eager mouth all set to start sucking.
The tip of the sheik's throbbing phallus pushed between the curly hairs on her fleecy mount, then moved down to the tender coral opening between her thighs. The rounded knob slowly slipped between her softly sucking cunt lips, a widely willing opening as the glans stretched it. Peggy's groping fingers continued guiding the fleshy instrument, bringing it safely to its target. The head of the penis was safely buried inside her when the two of them paused and kissed longingly for a moment, the camera clicking away, recording everything for the sheik's private photo collection.
Peggy wanted to feel him force his phallus all the more deeply into her, and she wriggled and squirmed, aching to feel him fill her up, but he refused to be hurried. He kept the head of his penis poised just outside her vaginal depths, the corona barely exposed as her sucking cunt lips tried anxiously to tug him into her.
No longer able to stand all this, the lovely blonde gasped,-GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT ALL TO ME. I HAVE TO FEEL IT INSIDE ME!"
"But of course, lovely lady," the sheik assured her.
"FUCK ME, YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS! FUCK ME LONG, FUCK ME HARD, AND FUCK ME DEEP! PLEASE, OH PLEASE, FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN! DON'T MAKE ME WAIT ANY LONGER! I NEED IT! YOU KNOW THAT!"
He balanced on his knees between her thighs, his hands tightly gripping her shoulders, wriggling a little to the left and a little to the right, making certain his penis was in position. Then he lunged forward, running the fullness of his throbbing penis into the tight depths of the beautiful woman's throbbing pussy. The lovely female raised her buttocks from the floor to receive as fully as possible every last little bit of his thrusting hardness. She clamped her muscles tightly around the organ, her cunt more tight to fit into than usual, sucking on the relentlessly pushing length of him as he rammed into her vaginal tightness. He pushed until he had the full length of himself inside her. Peggy had been fucked by longer cocks and thicker cocks, but she had to admit this man certainly knew how to make his own cock extremely desirable.
With the spike-shaped organ driven into her teeming pussy as far as was humanly possible, Peggy was aware of his heavy growth of pubic hair rubbing against the tender lips and the lint-covered mound of her own pubis. The sheik began violently rubbing his hard cock around and around inside her in circular movements in hard, rhythmic jerks. This made Peggy moan with delighted pleasure as his solid phallic stiffness massaged the wet walls of her interior again and again.
By this time it was all but impossible for Cindy to get any really good pictures she hadn't already gotten. The bodies of the couple on the floor were squashed tightly together. So she put her camera down and then lay down on the floor herself, moving very close to the lewdly fucking couple, her fingers pressed her own thighs, exploring the interesting recesses of her own burning vagina.
The sheik continued to pound the full length of his hard cock in and out of the tightness of Peggy's sucking cunt. He moved his organ slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed, until the full length of his organ was slamming into the lovely blonde at such a violently furious rate the gasping girl's head was spinning and her senses continually reeled. He paused more than once, waiting a few brief, agonizing seconds, realizing he was too close to orgasm, himself. Though he had already made the woman climax, he would not be content until it happened all over again. The instant he had control over himself again, he returned to fucking her tight cunt with renewed vitality.
Cindy, whose own lust had been vibrantly aroused while taking pictures of all that had taken place, decided it was time for her to become a more active participant. With soft moans of desire she got to her feet, reached down, and seized Peggy's twitching legs by the ankles. She tugged on them firmly, yanking the slender legs back and forth, rubbing the sole of Peggy's right foot into the heated gash of her own aching pussy.
The sheik smiled, clearly understanding how all this was affecting Cindy. After all, he had used her to take photos before, and the reasons for requesting her now were both, her discretion and her ability to join in. He stopped fucking Peggy for a moment, raised himself as best he was able from the floor by propping up his body on his two hands and stiffening his arms. He lay perfectly still with the full length of his pulsing organ still buried in the tightness of Peggy's bubbling vagina.
Cindy, seeing the sheik poised on stiffened arms and on his toes as well, took her cue, as she began pushing and pulling Peggy's legs, moving the latter's cunt back and forth along the monorail of the sheik's thrusting penis. Peggy, who had never done anything like this before, was a little perplexed by it all in the beginning, but she swiftly learned to relax, and it appeared the two females were soon engaged in a violent tug-of-war with Peggy clamping her hands tightly around the sheik's neck while Cindy pretended to try pulling her away.
This rough, back-and-forth movement was all Peggy needed to stimulate her vaginal interior, and suddenly she was violently climaxing, her hot oils spurting out around the embedded phallus, bathing his balls and her thighs completely, lubricating his hard cock all the more as she shrieked, "EEEEIIIIAAAAGGGGHHHHAAAAGGGG-HHHHAAAAIIIIGGGGHHHH!"
As the girl shrieked out her satisfaction, Sheik
Isak slid his moving hands beneath Peggy's buttocks and squeezed them all the more intently. He suddenly hurled himself forward on her, grabbing her breasts, thumbing her pink nipples until they turned on a bright-red and looked like blisters ready to break open. He crushed her breasts all the more solidly, making the round paps stand up and quiver.
At the same time Peggy brought her arms down from the sheik's neck and moved her hands around to his front, feeling across his almost-hairless chest to his tiny masculine nipples, wishing him to feel the wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain he was causing her. She began manipulating them in precisely the same way he was fondling her own nipples, pinching them almost mercilessly in an attempt to make the little nubbins stretch. Her fingernails dug into his tiny male areolae, and she found herself aching to pull more and more of him into her even though she had climaxed.
The sheik was unable to restrain himself any longer. The lovely young blonde was driving him closer and closer to the point of orgasm, continuing with her unrelenting and passionate caresses. With a low moan, he let the long-delayed orgasm finally come roaring out of him, bursting through his shaking body, emptying what little he hadn't poured into her rectum into her tight twat.
"AAAALLLL AAAAHHHHHUUUUAAAA-LLLLAAAAHHHHHH!" he bellowed, emptying the last droplets into Peggy's straining vagina, thrusting the rapidly shrinking organ as far into her as possible, not wanting to pull out.
Finally it was ended. The sheik directed her to go to the bathroom and wash herself out. She did so. When she returned, he was in bed with Cindy, almost asleep. He looked at her through hazy eyes, and said, "You have earned a great reward, tonight. But there is more to be earned. Dress, then go into the suite across the hall, and see if you can please my sons as you have pleased me."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The suite into which Peggy let herself was empty. But she knew it belonged to the sheik's two sons, Yussef and Haroun. It was obvious they weren't there, and Peggy assumed they were gambling. Remembering how the sheik wanted her undressed and waiting, she stripped off her maid's uniform, and lay down on top of the nearest bed. In almost no time, she was asleep.
Haroun, the sheik's oldest son, was the first to return to the suite, and he saw the door from the sitting room to the bedroom wide open. Curious but cautious, he moved toward the room, in case there might be a hidden assassin lurking there. When he turned on the bedroom light, he was surprised to see the lovely young blonde lying there, fast asleep.
A quick search of the room revealed she was alone, and he realized this was his father's way of letting him know here was some action. After all, he had been to Las Vegas with his father before, just as he had gone to Monte Carlo. Ah, but there was no place like Las Vegas, though next year they did plan to go to Atlantic City.
The blonde fast asleep on the bed looked like a love goddess, and as Haroun's eyes wandered up and down her lovely tanned body, focusing on the tender flesh between her thighs, he licked his lips. He then proceeded to hurriedly undress, exposing an organ much longer and thicker than that which his father possessed.
He stood for a moment above the sleeping naked woman, feeling the turgidity in his pulsing cock. He had to admit the throbbing felt good, and the lovely golden-haired, tanned lady on the bed looked so deliciously inviting.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he hungrily took in the magnificence of the beautiful woman's full, rounded breasts, seeing their smooth, blue-veined surfaces. Reaching out, he moved his hands lovingly over them, tweaking her nipples very gently, feeling them harden mechanically under his caress. The blonde shifted slightly under him, moaning softly as if aware of his presence, but not yet awake. From the maid's uniform he saw draped on the dresser, he realized she had more than one kind of job in this hotel. Leave it to his father not to find an out-and-out American whore.
"Craig!" she was murmuring in her half-sleep. "Craig! I must be crazy, but I think I'm falling in love with you. Tell me you want me, that you love me. I'll stop this, I'll do whatever you say. Just say you love me!"
His hands continued rubbing the full mounds of her breasts, and she writhed under Haroun's touch. One of his hands dipped into the softness of the fleshy folds of her golden-tufted pussy, below.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH ... YESSSSS ... UUUUHHHHH ... YOU DO LOVE ME," she gasped, her nakedly tingling body very much alert at the moment to the magical caresses Haroun's fingers were working on her.
Her flesh, which had cooled in the air-conditioned room, was once again being worked into a state of heat. Every part of her tantalizing nakedness became aching sensitive. Moisture was already forming between her thighs, as the defenseless, hair-lined labia of her shuddering pussy began a slow, automatic, spasmodic contracting, throbbing delicately against each other, waiting for more touching.
Peggy was indeed dreaming about the short hotel detective, and she was trying to force herself to wake up, thinking Craig was the one with her. All she did see was the shadowy form of a man crouching between her helplessly spread thighs. The palms of his hands were pushing against her tender inner softness, holding her loins apart. Between them, her pussy, already well-fucked once this evening, ached and throbbed to once again be filled.
Haroun lowered his totally naked body to the opening between her legs and inhaled the rich inner natural fragrance of her. Then he let his tongue lick out, planting a series of wet, tingling lashes along the quivering wet edges of her desire-ridden vagina.
The oldest son of Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson pressed his lips all the more firmly against the blonde's tight pussy, feeling her soft, wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He loved the taste of her and continued.
Peggy's elbows were pressed tightly into her sides, and her head lolled helplessly this way and that as her own hands moved over her sensuously throbbing nipples, then sliding further down, rubbing across the flat of her belly. Finally they came to rest on her inner thighs, on either side of Haroun's mouth. Arching herself upward a little, she pushed her fingers forward and spread the tantalizing pinkness of her hair-surrounded cunt lips, exposing the soaking wet inner furrow all the more completely to the man's hungrily sucking mouth.
He licked the clitoris, then his searing flipping tongue worked its sensuous way up and down the full length of the narrowly wet vaginal slit, moving in a circle, around and around and around. Once again the tongue pressed against her clitoris, and it paused there for a moment, then continued on down to the deep crevice of her flexing buttocks, then moved back up again. Peggy's hips were grinding uncontrollably up and down on the mattress, her lips parted to allow the soft, kitten-like sighs to escape from between passion-gritted teeth.
Haroun rounded his lips to match the oval of her vaginal opening, thrilling to the constant clasping and opening of her cunt beneath his tongue. He thrust his oral digit all the way into her, bringing a low, guttural moan from the lovely young woman beneath him. Her soft, tender thighs closed automatically around his lasciviously moving head as he felt the wet flesh of her simmering cunt slip tightly around the extension of his driving tongue. The inner walls seemed to open and close with her breathing as if to answer the sucking motion, as though they were attempting to pull him deeper.
Peggy's heels pushed against Haroun's naked back, her clamping thighs drawing him into the tautly drawn, wet trap of her sucking vagina, making it difficult for him to breathe. His nose pushed against the penis like stiffness of her clitoral bud as he inhaled the rich pungence of her hotly flowing vaginal mosture. His throbbing cock was so stiff he was afraid it would start shooting all over the bedcovers. He had to fuck the woman, and he had to do it, now.
"UUUUUUUNNNHHH ... AAANN-NHHHH!" the lovely Peggy moaned beneath him.
Abruptly, he grabbed her flailing legs beneath her knees and lifted them until they were over his shoulders as he moved forward. The swollen mass of his lust-hardened penis brushed against the sodden surface of her pubic hairs. like his father, he liked to thrust hard and straight, and like his father, he grabbed her shoulders for leverage as she locked her ankles behind his neck. Now the plane of her beautiful cunt was presented in its totality to him.
In a semi-stupor Peggy still thought she saw Craig hovering above her, and thinking it was him was what made her feel such utter bliss. She was aware of the massivity of the man's fleshy stiffness lying full length along her open pink slot. The twitching head of the desire-bloated phallus rubbed up and down, teasing her seething vaginal slash, making her twist her hips in an effort for her vaginal lips to grab the penis and start sucking on it. Her hungrily yearning vagina searched desperately for the blood-bloated tip. She was on fire and had to have the cock at any cost.
Suddenly, feeling blind panic at the thought he might pull away, she reached with her right hand beneath her quaking ass-cheeks and gripped his rigid tool. Her tight fist closed about it as if attempting to strangle it into submission. It finally came to her this wasn't Craig, after all. As big as the cock was, and as thick as it was, it still lacked a little of the immensity of the short man's, yet she held the head firmly in place against her tender vaginal lips.
"Who are you?" she asked, opening her eyes.
"Haroun Ben Isak," was his reply.
"WELL HAROUN, YOU STARTED IT, FINISH IT! FUCK ME HARD!"
"The lovely lady's wish is my command!" Haroun nodded.
Lying spread-eagled on the bed, Peggy felt the soft lips of her cunt being pushed open. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted only for an instant, then gave way before the hard-driving pleasure. She groaned as thrills charged through her. God! The cock was so hard!
He shoved it even deeper into her, and she emitted a loud groan of desire. Then he rammed the rest of his organ into her, all the way to the hilt, and his lust-bloated balls banged tightly against her cringing brown anal pucker. She screwed herself upward to meet his down-driving thrust, her legs suddenly unwinding from around his neck and jerking wide apart.
"Y-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-SSSSSSSS!" Peggy gasped, writhing, almost bucking him out of her she hit herself against him with such force.
But Haroun held her down and began pumping wildly into her, in and out, in and out, the lustfully surging cock making deeper and deeper inroads into the tightness of her squeezing pussy. The walls of her cunt continued tightening around the throbbing organ, and she was able to feel every fleshy ridge and sensation as the hard rubber-like tip bounced off the rear wall of her vagina again and again.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Haroun grunted passionately.
"More! More! More!" Peggy begged.
Haroun didn't waste his breath trying to formulate a reply. He was aware of the way her cunt was slowly melting like hot wax around his thrusting pole, and he continued slamming it into her. The wet walls of her clasping vagina replied to his thrusting throbs with soft opening and closing motions of her own.
Peggy had to admit that she found love added spice to sex. When she had thought the man on her was Craig, she had thrilled so much more to what was happening. But when the man finally revealed who he was, through something went out inside her, she didn't feel less physical desire. The flaming contact of his driving cock inside her shuddering cunt caused the beating hardness of the organ to swell even more and fill her cunt to capacity. Desire rippled through her pink-lipped pussy, and Peggy had to admit, she was finally not the least big sorry she had chosen this as her profession. Fucking was wonderful! There was nothing in the whole wide world to compare to it! To think, she was actually earning money this way. She found herself concentrating mentally on everything taking place, all her body and all her soul moving with the thrusts of his driving penis.
The oldest son of Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson pounded his pecker all the more into Peggy, realizing she was straining to come. Deep inside her he felt her sodden sluicing cuntal walls tightly contracting and then distending. She bucked herself against him as he buried himself all the more deeply inside her. then, with a deep-throated cry she began to vibrate uncontrollably, wet oiliness flowing freely from her throbbing vaginal passageway, drowning his impaling rod with its all-too-sticky warmth and trickling into the narrow crevice between her upturned ass-cheeks.
"Yesssss, woman, yesss, you are there, you are there!" Haroun gasped, going berserk as he continued slamming himself into her.
"YYYEEE AAAGGGHHH AAANNNGGGH-HHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAIII-YYY AAAGGGHHH AAAGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked.
He reached up, grabbed both her ankles which had once again twined themselves around his neck, and he pulled them apart. He spread her thighs wide apart, so far apart, in fact, that she was afraid he might rip her in two like a wishbone as he shoved her knees behind her shoulders. The widespread split between her trembling thighs weren't able to get wide enough, it seemed, and she yearned for more ... more ... more, wanting his insane fucking to go on forever.
"HHHAAAYYYAAALLLAAAHHHUUUA-AAKBBBAAARRR ... GGGHHHAAANNNG-GGHHH ... AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH!" Haroun bellowed, and he began firing his seed into the depths of her vagina, filling her with sperm. Flood after flood rumbled into her like water from Niagara Falls, and she bucked her body up to meet his spurting penis. It seemed the more cock she had, the more she needed. Even now she felt herself totally unsatisfied.
Unfortunately, Haroun had given her all he had for the moment. He was quick to recover, but he still would need some time. But Peggy wanted and needed more cock, and Haroun's limp organ was failing. Little by little the throbbing organ slimmed down and softened, and then it finally pulled itself out of the tightness of her sucking vagina.
"You must wait a little while," Haroun explained to her. "Then I will be hard again, and we will be able to pick up where we left off."
"NO!" Peggy gasped. "I NEED MORE, NOW! RIGHT NOW, DAMN YOU! DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL, BUT START FINDING A WAY TO FUCK ME!"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Her body was aflame with the lust crazed need for more sexual satisfaction, and she rolled from side to side as Haroun lay on top of her. Relentless sparks of continuing desire filled her straining womb.
Then Haroun was being pulled off her. Someone else was replacing him. It was Yussef, Sheik Isak's second son. Where Haroun was as dark and as swarthy as his father, Yussef had light-brown hair, which meant he had a different mother from
Haroun. Too, his hair was more kinky, and he seemingly had a more bland-looking face.
"Brother, when it comes to the ladies, you should give way to your betters," Yussef laughed.
He had undressed when he had walked into the room, and now totally naked, he was mounting Peggy.
"HURRY ... HURRY!" she urged eagerly.
"Now I will show you how to really treat a woman," Yussef bragged.
"This one is a veritable demon," Haroun told him. "You'll see!"
Not caring that his brother was watching, Yussef was intent on exploring the upper reaches of the vagina flowing before him. The waiting plane of her pussy was presented to him in sacrifice as she cried out to him, "FUCK ME, DAMN YOU, AND STOP TALKING!"
Yussef needed no further offer. His slender, muscular body fell on that of the beautiful blonde, his chest ramming itself against the fullness of her lovely breasts. His lust-maddened pole seemed to have sight in its single eye as it guided itself into the narrow structure of her vagina, pushing the wetly resisting, accordioning walls before it in waves of thrills as she realized the younger brother was even more stoutly built.
Beneath him, Peggy gasped aloud with thrills. The wonderful satisfying thickness made her thrill uncontrollably.
The aching walls of her thrilled vagina clasped themselves hungrily, greedily around the fleshy cudgel as Yussef's weighty balls smacked decisively against the wetness of her nether split. Feeling thrilled relief, Peggy began groaning again, tossing her body wildly from side to side beneath the younger brother, completely reveling in the total filling of her narrow, cock-stretched passageway. The youth began driving harder, making his prominent organ expand in the tightness of her sucking vagina. The lovely blonde's lips were open in ecstasy, and the feeling for which she was reaching wasn't that long in coming. Each time she came seemed to be a prelude to a step up to a bigger, better orgasm, and now it was happening all over again. The younger brother's driving cock continued hammering into her with violent thrusts, moving with the power and speed of a steamdrill.
"HARDERRRR.. .HARDERRRR HARDERRRRRRRRR..." she yelled at Yussef. "FUCK ME HAAARRRDERRRRRR..."
She was pleading with the sheik's younger son in a voice filled with throbbing passion. It was a never-ending feeling of delight.
As she released another heavy flood of violently passionate juices, she was aware of something pressing against her lips, something initially soft and giving, and then slowly hardening until it was unyielding. A familiar taste entered her mouth as it was suddenly forced open by Haroun's resurgent penis. He jammed it as far into her open mouth as possible, and he began running it strongly in and out, in and out, speeding his newly recovered instrument into the far reaches of her tight gullet.
Peggy sucked strongly, pulling the thick prick as far in as possible, realizing the two penises working in her at once were bringing her to yet another conclusion. This one she endured silently, thrilling every moment of the time, feeling wild tinglings throughout her entire body, making her feel as if she were jetting skyward. Her lips were stretched and her jaws were bloated around the continually driving length of Haroun's massive phallic truncheon. The hopelessly filled inner passage of her flooded vagina seemed to fairly seethe as it continued churning unceasingly against the younger brother's relentlessly fucking penis.
Lust burned more and more brightly in Peggy, and she realized as long as she continued to fuck without actually loving the man she fucked, no quantity of orgasms would seem satisfactory. On the contrary, the more she had, the more she would need in her quest for love. Yet, there was no denying how much she was enjoying at all, and she sucked and pulled, aware of the hardened length of tan cock in her mouth getting even thicker and harder.
Haroun pulled his cock from her mouth only for her to recapture it, and so he thrust right into her throat, bloating her cheeks as her tongue rode all over the throbbing instrument. All the while, Yussef continued riding her like a stallion pounding a mare-in-heat.
"I think," Yussef gasped, "we should sandwich her between us, brother. She would really love that."
Haroun's face suddenly flushed with excitement. Yes, he liked the idea. After all, his brother's cock in her cunt would make the girl's ass-hole that much tighter, and it would fit that much more snugly around his hard cock.
"You are right, brother," he smiled. "It is only fitting we give this golden-haired erotic angel our best."
Peggy strained against Yussef as he wrapped his arms around her, then wrapped his legs around her legs from the inside. He thrust his thick, lengthy pole all the way into her, then rotated over so that he was the one on the bottom and she was seated on top. That his brother's sperm came pouring out all over his groin didn't bother Yussef in the least.
"Spread your ass cheeks!" Haroun ordered.
Gasping, throwing her weight on Yussef, straining her breasts into his chest, she reached behind her and pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart, exposing the hot little button of her anus, an anus that had already been penetrated once tonight, though by a smaller, thinner penis, and when there was nothing in her vagina.
"She has a tight one," Haroun said to his brother. "I'm going to love fucking this ass-hole."
Haroun climbed on top of the couple on the bed, and slowly but surely be began pushing his throbbing organ into the narrow tightness of her rear-end. He pushed hard, and the hard head of his cock opened the little pucker. Peggy began squealing, determined to accommodate both penises at once as her loins continued spiraling.
'GHHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, realizing the thick penis pushing into what was now an even narrower passageway than his father had entered earlier was hurting her.
Nevertheless, she was determined to accept it. Discomfort filled her rectum as he sank deeper, and then the rear-end slowly opened wider, wider, wider, stretching, even with the pressure of the penis in her vagina trying to force it to remain narrow. In, in, in, the thick cock sank in her ass, and she felt the two penises rubbing against one another inside her, with only a thin membrane of flesh to separate them.
"YESSSSSS ... YESSSSSS ... YESSSSSS!" Peggy hissed, clinging tightly to the brother lying beneath her, her hungry mouth seeking out and finding his ass she wrapped her arms tightly around finding his ass as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, one leg beneath his driving hips, the other spread wide above them. She was suddenly feeling wide open all over, and though she wasn't in love with either of the men fucking her, she had to admit, fucking with two men was better than fucking God! She was being fucked in a way she was certain her mother had never been fucked, and at the moment she pitied the woman for this was an experience she wouldn't have missed for all the world.
Desire for physical contact became stronger and stronger in her quivering body, and thrills were rampantly charged through her. A pounding desire continued to build to higher and higher heights as she felt rapture charge its way through her quivering form. This being sandwiched between two men was the most delightful purely physical thrill she had felt, yet. She kissed the man beneath her while the one above her sprawled full length on her and was kissing the nape of her neck as he and his brother continued moving their cocks in and out of her tight cunt and ass-hole. Her pubic curls intertwined with those of the brown-haired brother beneath her, while her tight ass-hole was scrubbed again and again by the black pelt on the pelvis of the darker-haired brother. What had been a frightened, albeit determined girl who had come to Las Vegas seeking her fortune, was now a knowledgeable woman in the process of making that fortune.
Her inner vagina flared wide open and the sweetly resisting lips of her tight-walled, sucking vagina inwardly flowered open to receive the voluntary plunging of her coral, wet, sucking feminine bog. At the same time, behind her, her rounded ass-cheeks quivered endlessly, the long, narrow channel of her rectum widely expanded and crushing joyfully around the tubular length of hardness thrust into it as Haroun continued fucking into her again and again, driving his seemingly tireless cock into her over and over.
"OHHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSS ... THAT FEELS GOOD!" she gasped excitedly.
The bedsprings, no longer able to withstand the beating they were taking and remain silent, began creaking as the lovely blonde continued squirming between the two men. The sounds of the trio's grunts, groans, and gasps filled the room again and again, and only the hidden, watchful eyes of the bodyguards saw what was happening, just as bodyguards had seen Peggy with the sheik, earlier. The wet, smacking sounds of their sweat-covered flesh hitting against one another as the mingled scents of their sexes flooded their olfactory senses.
"This is one with the tightness of a gnat," Yussef grunted from below, digging his feet flatly into the bed and hurling his body upward so his stake was able to continue penetrating her sucking vaginal vent.
"I agree, brother," Haroun told him. "Wait until you try back here. Then you will know what tightness means."
As far as Yussef was concerned, the blonde's cunt was more than enough for him. He was aware of the burning white-hot sperm bubbling in his balls as he continued fucking ceaselessly into her. He was aware of the sliding motion of his brother's pulsating prong as it rubbed against his own deep inside the slippery smoothness of her vagina, and it added to his feeling of delight.
Yussef was all set to explode. Wildly, he shoved his tongue into the hungering mouth of the beautiful blonde lady above him, and he somehow managed to push his hand between them and force her up on her knees so he was able to squeeze the round fullness of her breasts as he continued fucking her. His hotly leaking penis continued ramming its full length into the narrow tightness of her madly heated vagina.
Peggy thought her intestines would tear apart she was feeling so much overwhelming delight. The two penises moved in tandem, one in, while the other backed out. Then the other went in, while the one backed out. They maintained a perfect rhythm, and she felt thrilled by it all. Four hands traversed her burning body, wandering all over her, making her tingle and shudder with more delight than she had ever known. A finger, and she didn't know whose, was rubbing against her clitoris, and the other fingers were pulling at her nipples, while a hand slapped her rump. Her body gyrated from side to side, enhancing the sensations being felt by the others as well as herself, but in doing so, the building orgasm in her seemd to recede. It was better to let the men do the work.
She finally contented herself with remaining poised precariously on her palms and knees, her lips still kissing those of Yussef while Haroun continued nibbling at the nape of her neck. She finally lowered herself to one forearm, using her other hand to reach between herself and Yussef, and feel two pairs of balls at once. She ran her fingertips over their scrotums and squeezed their testicles lightly, enjoying the knowledge that she was arousing them as much as the fact that they were once more building lust higher and higher in her own shuddering body.
"FILL ME ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... FILL ME ... FILL ME FULL!" she cried out, groaning incoherently around the tongue pushed all the way into the depths of her sucking mouth.
The two brothers clamped their mouths on her, one on her throat, the other on her mouth, and if they did bellow, it was lost to her as, simultaneously, buried in what seemed like an endless melee of arms and legs and bellies, she was aware of the two mastodonic phalluses pouring their offerings into her. The quantity firing into her vagina was far heavier than that shooting into her rectum, but that was because the penis in her rectum had already fired into her vagina, once. She thrilled to the sensation of the two streams of white-hot male liquid shooting into the twin tunnels of her straining body like burning fire. The fluid sloshed around inside her tightly dilated vagina and rectum like streams of lava that had come from two volcanoes.
Peggy finally answered the two of them herself, by erupting one last time, having a dual orgasm, one in her rectum and one in her vagina. By now, she was well aware that anything was possible, so she wasn't the least bit surprised at feeling the twin orgasms.
Her anal passage contracted violently in continual climaxing spasms, setting off an uncontrolled, violent orgasm in the depths of her cock-filled cunt, and her inner passageways milked thirstily around the two penile organs, sucking them mercilessly dry. The men were fast losing their strength now, and Peggy sensed it.
Finally, Haroun pulled out of her rectum and rolled over on the wide bed. She, herself, pulled away from Yussef. She noticed the younger brother, in spite of being drained, felt himself capable of having at least one more go-round with her, while Haroun went to the other bed and fell asleep.
Peggy went and washed all the sperm out of her while Yussef regained his strength. It took him a little longer than he expected, and what finally happened was, Peggy had to do the work, sitting on his cock, riding up and down until the man came. He instantly fell asleep after that, so she got up, covered him, then once more cleaned herself out. Silently getting dressed, she left the two brothers and went to her own room, feeling so oddly alone. Undressing, she crawled between the sheets of her bed, and finally fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Peggy overslept the following day. As a result, she hurriedly dressed when she did awake, not taking time for her morning shower. She began rushing through the rooms, cleaning them quickly, efficiently, and turning down what seemed like a surprisingly heavy quantity of propositions. True, she wouldn't have accepted any without Craig's okay, but she was surprised at how many men seemed to want her.
At first she wondered if it was because they had discovered what had gone on between her, the sheik, and his sons. Later, she learned the hotel was entering one of its busier seasons, and as a result, it was almost totally booked. It seemed that every guest in the place, male and female alike, seemed to think every woman who worked there simply put out for the asking. Certainly that was the case with some of the other chambermaids, but Peggy knew better. The police department was still out to get her, and any one of the guests might be a ringer. Besides, with the two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars she had received from Sheik Isak Iben Sasson, and she intended putting the last hundred-thousand in her new, numbered Swiss bank account as soon as possible, she felt a sense of independence. If she never earned anything other than living money for the rest of her life, by the time she was fifty, that quarter of a million would have grown to more than two-million.
She was surprised, later in the day, when she received a summons from the sheik's suite. She was told to go immediately, and she was worried that she hadn't had an opportunity to clean herself. However, the sheik hadn't called her in for sexual reasons.
"What can I do for you, your highness?" she asked, when they were alone.
"You've already done it," he told her. "From the reports of my sons' bodyguards, you made my sons very happy last night, and I feel obligated to reward you some more."
"You've been more than generous," she replied with a happy smile on her face.
"To you, who have so little, yes. To me, who has so much, no. Therefore, I have sent the sum of one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars to Switzerland, to be added to your bank account.
Peggy was stunned. In less than a month she had earned so much money with her body.
The sheik gave her the check and ushered her out of his suite. Outside, Craig Garner was waiting.
"Well," he said, "from the look on your face, it seems your dreams have already come true."
"Uh huh!" she nodded. "Craig, I'm quitting this job. I'm leaving Las Vegas. I'd like you to leave with me, too."
"Where to?" he asked.
"Where would you like to go?" she inquired.
"Are you proposing to me?" he asked.
"I'll never find a better man."
"Hey, are you serious?"
"Very."
"It'll mean you'll never be able to allow yourself to be touched by another man. I mean, once you belong to me and I belong to you, we're exclusive property."
"I'm all for that," she agreed her eyes reflecting her love.
"Another thing. I don't know how much money the sheik gave you, and I don't care. That's your money. You do with it as you please, except you don't give it to me."
"If you say so," she agreed.
"I say so," he told her. "I've accumulated plenty of loot working here. I have enough for a down payment on a horse ranch in Arizona. That's what I've always wanted, to have race horses. Think you can live with me in Arizona?"
"If you'll allow me one or two trips abroad every year."
"Uh huh! Yeah, I can understand that. But no playing footsies with any men while you're away from me."
"I think you're all the man I'd ever want," she insisted.
"Well one thing's for sure, and that is, you're the only female I've always wanted. Come on, Peggy, let's get out of here."
