Torrence Zange was a dentist, he had been highly respected in school, and he was to keep that respect when he went to New York to begin his practice. He was well known and liked.
There was one very unique thing about Zange: he was sadistic. He craved sexual sadism, and there was no better place for it than in the dentist office. He was surrounded by many instruments of pain. There were his manual tools, and his electric ones. And all of them were used in gratifying his desires.
At an early age he witnessed his mother and father engaged in coitus. He was punished severely for watching them. He associated spanking and pain with sex from that point on. Later as a child, he and his friends enjoyed torturing animals. He found pleasure in his sadistic treatment.
At college he had an affair, and what could have becme a successful and normal marriage turned into a nightmare, for both Torrence and his lover. It was with this relationship, that he discovered his craving and his talents for pain.
Years later, after having a successful practice, he turned to his deviated ways. His nurses were required to obey him and put up with his special ways. Most of them did, and liked it.
Many of his patients came to him for special treatment and he gladly gave it to them. He knew how to treat his patients, and he did so with full attention. There was Doris, a sex kitten whose first experience with Torrence shocked her. But later, she needed him as much as he needed her.
He was a strange man.
A man with strange ways.
Ways that he would have to satisfie.
CHAPTER ONE
Torrence Zange had had the makings of a fine dentist, even when he'd been very young. A quiet, studious, steadfast person who'd grown into a quiet, studious, steadfast man. It was just that underneath were the seeds of a sadist, as the world had never seen before. And those seeds had been hidden even from Torrence Zange's mind until they had erupted into reality that quiet day in the office.
Who could have ever guessed that this flesh would have such longings, and that he could have been capable of the lust-fulfilling performances that took place in his peaceful dentist's office?
In actuality, his childhood seemed pretty tame, except, of course, for the time he saw his mother and father engaged in a wild fuck. He was only eight years old, but he never forgot the heat and the strangely exotic lust of the scene.
He was in bed with a book when he heard some foreign sounds coming from the direction of the living room, off which his parents' bedroom stood. He thought perhaps that someone had stopped by and his parents were talking with the visitor in low whispers.
But it just didn't seem right, and young Torrence climbed out of bed to investigate. The living room was empty and Torrence noticed that the sounds came from his parents' room, dark and silent except for the funny noises.
He crept along the soft black carpet until he reached the open doorway of his parents' room, and then he crouched into a ball by the threshold and listened.
"Yes, darling," he heard his mother whisper, "now."
He had no idea what was going on, but he could see almost clearly since his eyes had become accustomed to the dark, and he watched the movements of his mother and father carefully.
After his mother had whispered to his father, the big white sheet had flown back from their bodies, and Torrence saw them naked against the mattress. He had seen the familiar curves of his mother's breasts and hips before, for she made no attempt to cover herself in front of her young son. His father's body was muscular and strong, and Torrence thought he looked like one of the men from the body-building clubs he'd seen on television.
He recognized the dangling piece of flesh between his father's legs, not only because he'd seen it before, but because his father had explained to him the facts of life. As soon as he saw the dangling apparatus, he realized what his mother and father were doing, and it excited him.
So, this was what his father had been talking about when he'd explained how a man and a woman have a baby. Were his parents going to have another baby, then? Torrence wasn't sure, but he was sure that this, what they were doing now, was exactly what his father had told him about.
He watched carefully, and listened to the beginning sounds of the act os sex. His mother was on her back, now and her voice was a mixture of sweet little purrings and bubbling giggles that poured out of her throat, as she put her arms around her husband.
As she surrounded him, his body came down on hers partially, while his legs still lay by the side of hers, and his prick only touched the outer part of her hips. He began kissing her as Torrence had never seen him kiss her before.
He couldn't see their lips, exactly, but he heard the breaths that came deep and heavy from his father's chest and the hobbling, circling movements up his head. Torrence imagined his father's hot lips opening and closing and pressing against his mother's, and he knew enough, too, to imagine his father's tongue probing its way into his mother's mouth.
He imagined the rough tongue flapping against the soft mouth underneath it, and the teeth nibbling away at the tender flesh. As he sat watching the exhibition, his own teeth ground against his lips, and he crouched closer to the door.
His father's body moved and pulled itself over right on top of his mother, and it started to move, slowly, slowly, around in a gentle kind of circle. Torrence saw the muscles up and down his father's back and legs, and those in his ass, tightening up and pushing down on his mother.
Almost involuntarily, he stood up slightly in the doorway and walked softly into the room, one careful, silent step at a time. His padding feet made less disturbance than the panting of this mother and father, which had become more and more apparent.
He crouched into a sitting position by the side of the bed and stretched his eyes out into the darkness to watch the activities. His mother spread her thighs apart and let her husband crawl in between them. Torrence heard her sighs and moans that accompanied this act, and he wondered why she made them. He could see nothing painful about any part of what had happened so far.
But his eyes watched, and his ears listened. His fingers trembled with the excitement, and his teeth still gnawed away at his gums.
His mother's hips pushed up from the mattress and ground against his father's, and all the while her groans grew louder and louder. Her legs spread far apart now, and her knees bent up and surrounded her husband's body, while they rubbed against his sides simultaneously.
She let her arms surround his back and her hands rubbed up and down the length of it, all the way to his ass. Suddenly the ass arched up in the air for a minute, and the father's hand reached down to his prick, taking hold of it and letting it throb for an instant in his hand.
Only a second's hesitation, and then the father came down hard on the mother, and his prick jammed itself into her hole.
Torrence felt the pressure of it because he had imagined it so thoroughly and so correctly. His hand reached up to his face and pulled at the flesh of his lips while he watched the show. His mother was breathing hard and so was his father, while they both circled around on the mattress and pushed up and down from the bed.
Slowly, slowly, it happened, and Torrence kept a close watch on the movements of his father's body, first slow and quiet, and then more and more rapid. His ass was twitching in the air and coming down again and again on the body of his wife, in between the flapping knees that caressed his trunk.
Muscles all over his own body were twitching with excitement, and he, too, started panting in rhythm with his mother and father. They moved faster and faster on the bed, and his mother's groans grew louder.
"Oh, Jim!" she cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck me, darling!"
Torrence felt a shock at the words, but then he was reabsorbed into the act again, and nothing mattered to him. He watched his father manipulating his big tool in his mother by pushing up and down over and over again, then circling around and tormenting her to no end.
"Oh, now, baby!" she cried out. "I'm going to come now!"
She became wild on the bed, and pounded her hips against her husband's. Torrence saw his father come down harder and harder, on his mother's body, and then, before another minute was over, his mother let out a cry that frightened him with its intensity. Then, she panted to a halt, and lay on the bed, and so did his father. Together they lay with their arms around one another, trying to catch their breathes.
Torrence touched his bleeding lips and wondered how he was going to get out of the room. He knew that if his mother saw his torn-up lips in the morning she'd ask what had happened to him, but he would tell her that he must have bitten them in his sleep.
His mother and father kissed again, and then lay back. Torrence thought that they were asleep, and so he rose to his feet and turned around towards the door. His feet made barely a sound on the carpeted floor, but underneath, the wood creaked, and only one creak was sufficient.
"Jim!" cried Torrence's mother, "Who's there?"
She sat up quickly in bed and pulled the string of the bedside lamp in alarm. Her eyes flashed towards the doorway, and horrified, she saw her son standing there staring at her.
"Torrence!" she screamed half in surprise and half in anger. "What the hell are you doing in here?" She jumped out of bed without any regard to her nakedness, and ran around the corner of the bedpost to Torrence, who was just trying to escape through the doorway.
"Get over here!" his mother screamed roughly. "I asked you what you were doing in here, and I want an answer!"
Torrence started sobbing, because he had no answer and it was the easiest way out. But his mother had other plans for him, and she lifted him up and tossed him onto the bed with his naked father, who was not reacting in any particular way.
Torrence fell onto the bed on his stomach, and as his head turned he caught a glimpse of his father's limp pecker just hiding itself under the sheet. His mother climbed onto the bed and pulled his pajama pants down before he could do anything about it.
His father held his hands down on the mattress, although he didn't do much else, and his mother began whacking his exposed ass. SMASH! Her hand came down on the flesh and he cried out.
"Don't!" Torrence yelled.
CRACK! "I don't ever want this to happen again!"
Torrence felt the tingling pain of the whipping sink into his flesh, and it wasn't new to him. His parents, both mother and father, had spanked him before for various and sundry disobediences, whenever they felt that he needed to be taught a lesson.
His father's hand was harder than his mother's, and he was glad that it was his mother who now walloped him for this misdemeanor. Except for one thing: his mother had long fingernails that cut into his flesh, when they came down on it, and that hurt more than the spanking itself.
When she finally pushed him away, and he pulled his pants up and went to bed, he noticed that a few drops of blood were sticking to his pajamas.
It scared him for a minute, and then he just pulled up his pants and hopped into bed.
The next morning, Torrence spent the day as he did most summer days, playing with his friends on the sidewalks of the block. He had one buddy in particular that he liked to play with, and this day they chose to catch flies and kill them.
They sat on the hot concrete of the sidewalk in front of Torrence's house, and laughed at the buzzing insects they'd caught in a bottle. Then, one by one, they took each fly out and held its tiny bead-head between their grubby little fingers and pulled off the wings. As each fly hopped off, damaged for the rest of its short life, the boys laughed hysterically.
After that, they went to the pet store down the street and bought a tin of small worms, used for fishing, and came back to Torrence's sidewalk.
"Get some little pins from your mother, Torrence," said the other boy.
"What for?" asked Torrence.
"We need 'em for the worms."
Torrence didn't exactly know why he and his friends needed the pins, but he was the passive one in the relationship, and he didn't question it any further. He went into the house and found his mother's sewing box, where he knew he'd find the straight pins his friend needed.
When he brought them outside, his friend already had some of the worms out on the sidewalk, and Torrence handed him the box of pins.
"What're we going to do with them?" he asked.
"Watch," said his friend. The boy held one of the worms still with his finger and watched its slimy squirmings for a minute before he attempted his next punishment. Then, carefully seeing that the worm didn't twist away, the boy pressed the long side of the thin pin down on the worm's back and laughed when the tail and head flipped wildly up into the air.
Torrence laughed, too, as he saw the flapping brown thing twisting around on the sidewalk. He took a straight pin of his own and poked the point of it into the smooth, soft skin of the worm.
"Hey!" he called to his friend. "Look at this!" His finger mashed down the worm on the sidewalk while his pin-point pricked at the exposed end. The worm flailed wildly until Torrence had simply pricked him out, and the innocent animal lay mashed on the grey concrete sidewalk.
"Terrific, Torrence," said the friend. "Let's do some more, now. We have a whole tin-full."
That was the way the morning went, and Torrence spent the rest of the summer in much the same way. In between beatings from his parents, he would kill gophers, or mash worms, or pull off the wings of flies.
Except for one thing that happened late that summer, just before school started. Torrence was home alone with a visiting aunt, and he was contentedly watching television with hher when she got up and asked him if he wanted some lunch.
"Sure," was his reply.
"How about peanut butter and jelly?" she asked him.
"Sure." Torrence was absorbed in the television show.
The aunt brought out some sandwiches, and Torrence helped himself to one, noticing that his aunt had figured on him eating a lot, because she'd brought out the peanut butter and jelly jars, as well as a stack of soft, white bread.
He sank his teeth into the fresh bread and felt the soft, sticky peanut butter filling the roof of his mouth. That was why he loved peanut butter and jelly so much: it was so gooey and delicious! Torrence ran his tongue inside his mouth and let it flick into the mounds of peanut butter sticking to the roof. He pretended he was molding it, and let his tongue play softly back and forth on the uneven peanut butter, smoothing it out and wetting it down.
It formed a solid mass of goo in his mouth, right near his teeth, and then he took another bite, and destroyed the smoothness of it, only to replace the chewed peanut butter with some more from the sandwich, and some more white padding of bread.
When his mouth was full with his whole sandwich, Torrence chewed for a while, mashing all the bread and peanut butter and the dripping, sweet jelly together in his mouth, and then reaching for the glass of thick, fresh milk that his aunt had set by his side.
He barely had room in his mouth for anything else, but he grabbed the glass and stuck the tip of it in his mouth, just enough so that he could get some of the liquid into his stuffed face.
He poured an ounce or so in, and the messy stuff inside started melting and dissolving. Torrence chewed it some more, and eventually swallowed, lump by lump, the bundle of peanut butter, jelly, bread and milk.
"Want some more?" asked the aunt, pushing the tray towards Torrence.
"No, thanks," answered the boy. "Not yet."
The aunt smiled and sat back. Torrence propped himself up on the couch and concentrated on the television while his aunt watched him and the show at the same time.
Eventually, she went to sit next to Torrence, and he glanced at her questioningly. Little could he have known her deepest intentions at that moment.
"Let's turn off the television, for a while, Torrence," the aunt said after a few minutes.
"What for?" Torrence was usually annoyed when anyone invaded on his television rights.
"I thought we might play a game or something."
"What for?" Torrence wasn't a boy of many words.
"Because, Torrence," said his aunt a little snappishly, "I'd rather do something else."
"Fuck off," said Torrence. He'd learned some new words recently from some of his older friends.
"What?" The aunt was dumbfounded, to say the least, and she whacked Torrence across the face and ordered him not to say that, ever again!
"You can't hit me, you bitch!" screamed Torrence. "You aren't my mother!"
WHACK! He got it again, and so hard that he passed out. That was exactly what the aunt had wanted to happen, because now she could have her way with the little boy, and she could get her hands on his little, suckable prick.
She quickly unzipped Torrence's pants, and then realized that she ought to put a gag on the child, in case he regained consciousness during her exploration.
From the sewing room, she got a small piece of rag and tied it around Torrence's mouth so that he wouldn't be able to scream. She took another piece for his hands, too, and tied them behind his back. At that point, she was ready, and nothing was stopping her except the child's uncomfortable position.
She pulled him further down on the couch and pulled off his pants, letting them drop carelessly on the floor. His underpants were off in another minute, and then she had it in her hands, the little fleshy thing she'd craved for so long.
The aunt held the still prick in between her fingers and started rubbing it around in the palms of her middle-aged, but dexterous hands. The feel of the soft thing thrilled her barren life, and she wanted to have it fully, inside of her, except she knew that was really rather impossible.
She contented herself for the moment by pulling the little prick up to her lips and touching it gently but very eagerly. It was only slightly hot, but that was because it had been confined for so long inside the pants, all zipped up tight.
The aunt let the child's pecker slip fully into her mouth, and she tasted the sweetness of it for the first time. It was so cute and tiny, whereas all the men's pricks she had sucked were big and ugly, and nauseated her tremendously.
Torrence's pecker gave her the chance to explore the workings of a child's genitals for the first time. As she sucked at the few inches of cock, she looked up at the small balls that hung beneath it and smiled. They were so cute, and almost dainty, that she wanted to take them into her mouth and suck on them like pieces of taffy.
She squashed her mouth up towards the center of Torrence's crotch and grabbed out at his hairless balls with her lips and teeth, and nibbled the small pink things into her mouth. They were as tasty and sweet and fleshy as the prick, and the aunt nibbled and gnawed on them until the unconscious boy began to squirm.
His eyes flapped and flickered for an instant, and then shot wide open.
"Mm!" he moaned underneath the gag, but it was useless. His hands were tied, as he soon discovered, and his mouth couldn't make a sound, other than the moaning cries of despair.
He writhed and wriggled furiously around on the couch, but it was no use, because his aunt, frightened hysterically by the wakened child, was slapping him around and gnashing at his child's prick in the process.
The more furious and frightened he became, the more Torrence reacted by twisting and turning on the couch. His aunt whacked him again and he fell back, not unconscious, but almost so, subject to her will.
She got a brilliant idea, and reached for the jar of peanut butter with one hand, while she held Torrence down with the other. Stuffing her hand into the jar, she dug her fingers into the soft butter and let her nails sink into it. It slithered under her nails and between her fingers, oozing out onto the flesh of her hands and sticking to the hairy fuzz on top.
She tugged her hand out of the jar and it came out with a pop, and she lifted the mass of brown stuff onto Torrence's cock. It landed with a sloppy "flop" sound on the boy's groin and the aunt smeared it around with her hand until it seeped into all the cracks and crevices.
She took her hand away and licked the peanut butter from her palm, and fingers, and the spaces between her fingers that had become saturated with the mess. Then, re-assuming her position at the boy's cock, the aunt sunk her mouth down on the peanut-buttered genitals and sucked up the sticky stuff as rapidly as she could.
But Torrence's prick didn't wan. to let it go, and the peanut butter stayed on his pink prick, just smearing itself around from place to place, until the aunt scraped it off with her gnawing teeth.
Torrence was awake again, and squirming around wildly on the couch, but his aunt still held him down, and there was nothing he could do.
After she was finished, she untied Torrence only after he promised on his life not to mention a word of what had happened with his aunt to his parents. And, for some strange reason, he fulfilled the promise, and never mentioned a word about it.
But he lived with the memory-that was a certainty-and it pervaded every area of his life, whetehr he knew it or not. He grew up into a neurotic teenager who kept to himself a great deal and buried his head in books, who masturbated in the quiet of his room and never even tried to meet other children his own age.
One night he was sitting in his room with a copy of some classic in which he was currently engaged, and he slammed it shut, suddenly, and shoved it aside. The nauseating memory of his aunt had suddenly come into his head, and nothing he could do would make it disappear.
He just as suddenly craved peanut butter as he had never done, but he chastized himself as juvenile and ridiculuous.
He picked up his classic again, and sat with it unopened in his lap. He could feel its pressure on his limp and unused prick, and he wondered what the hell he was good for, after all.
He hadn't even touched a girl, and he only gave himself erections when he got the urge to masturbate desperately enough to overcome the hang-up of guilt about it. And even then, he didn't have the nerve to have fantasies, and that made it worse than ever for him.
He sat there, with his heavy book and wondered why he had been cursed, why he had been so different as a young child, and why he was so different now. All the other guys he even vaguely knew were going out with girls, even if they just did it once in a while.
He was sixteen now, and he knew very well what his prick was supposed to be used for. He knew too well, in fact, because the one thing he had done for himself was gone to one of the stag movies to which his older, college-aged cousin had invited him.
It had then become quite clear to Torrence what fucking and sucking was all about, and still he didn't choose to do anything about it. What could he do? He knew absolutely no way of getting out into the world to meet people.
He dropped the heavy class novel and shoved it away from himself again. He rose and walked over to one of his drawers in the desk that was locked. Pulling the key out of a box in the top drawer, Torrence listened a moment to make sure his mother and father were not in sight, and then unlocked the special drawer.
Inside was a book no one would have ever suspected Torrence of owning. Even the title suggested things that his mother would have been shocked to hear.
But for Torrence, this little venture into the lower literary world was necesary, and he slammed the drawer as soon as he had removed the special book he'd kept hidden there for months on end. He resumed his place in the corner of the room, sitting on the carpeted floor as he liked to do, holding the book between his hands, not able to open it.
He looked at the colored and sensual cover of the paperback, and flipped through the pages without looking at them fully. He saw words, just words-"prick", "cunt," and "ass." They shocked him to some slight degree, but he kept himself under control, because he knew what he would be in for once he really started reading. The stag film he had illegally seen had let him in on that.
Torrence carefully opened the cover of the book and read the blurbs that were written on the inside. They enticed him, eased his mind into the suggestive world of the book he was about to open, and then forced him to return the page and begin.
His eyes skimmed down the introductory paragraphs and got absorbed in the words following: " ... and he pressed his finger lightly on her nipple, watching it turn red and ripe and hard...." Torrence's prick, involuntarily, pricked up and let him know that it was alive.
What could he do but go on? " ... His hands were warm, even hot on her flesh, and she knew it wouldn't be long before...."
Torrence's prick was filling with blood. He could feel it beneath the book, throbbing to life in a way that it had never done before, urging him to read on, to fill his mind with more lovely images of flesh and sensuality.
"Everything was right, and she knew it. He knew it, too, because the heat had filled his body and was pushing him onward, onward and upward, into her...."
Torrence's eyes flew over the harsh-looking words, harsh-looking to him, who had never seen them before. But whether his eyes saw them or not, his mind knew the reality of the word, and his pecker responded.
Almost involuntarily, Torrence took the book in one hand, situated his eyes, and then reached down into his pants to pull out his full and heavy prick. He stared at it unbelievably for a while, because he'd never seen it this way before. It had never been quite this big or this thick.
Torrence stared at the heated words and pulled at his flesh, screwing around slowly the muscle of heat in his hands, just as the man in the book was doing, except inside some warm cunt.
Torrence imagined himself with some lovely piece of flesh, finally, and it was the first fantasy he'd ever permitted himself. She was lovely-smooth-skinned and voluptuous, just like the woman in the book. Her warm flesh pressed against his and urged him to explore her body with his hands, touching every part of the lovely, ripe breasts, and the furry mound of womanly hair.
Once he had her image set in his mind, he glanced quickly at the book, and followed the paragraph down to the words that were even more exciting, more enticing. "He put his hand down to his cock and pressed apart the lips of her cunt...." That was all Torrence needed for the moment, so he threw his head back and closed his eyes, hypnotized by the power of his own masturbating motions.
He pulled his cock around in his hands until his flesh grew tight and hot, and he wanted nothing except freedom from the burning desire that had built up. His hips began swinging up and out, and accompanying the tugging rhythm of his hand.
Oh, let me come! he cried to himself, fascinated and thrilled with the new sensations that swam around wildly inside his body. His blood rippled and boiled in his veins, and his thighs trembled with the excitement of his discovery.
The woman in his mind grew to new proportions. Her flesh steamed and her hips writhed against Torrence's own, and her arms twined around his back, winding him into her body, into the warm, pulsating rhythm of her hips.
He tugged almost ferociously at his red-hot pecker and twisted it around in his hands, dreaming of his flesh and the woman's, together in a rhythm of her hips.
He tugged almost ferociously at his red-hot pecker and twisted it around in his hands, dreaming of his flesh and the woman's, together in a rhythm of love and passion. Nothing could stop him in his fantasy now. Nothing kept him from finishing his mental fuck.
He pressed his hips up into the air and saw them coming down on the woman's, falling into her pliant flesh and bending it into his own. His prick, submerged in her body, surged to full size and throbbed against the squeezing muscles of her cunt. His balls swelled and ached with the cream that had collected in them.
He pushed, and pushed harder, and then he came, spurting his cream out in an arc. In his mind, it filled the woman's cunt, but in reality, it flew out onto the carpet of Torrence's room. For the first time in his life, he was satisfied.
CHAPTER TWO
An older, but just as studious and pensive Torrence, paced the room of his college dormitory with a book in his hands. "Dentistry as a Profession" was his latest part-time piece of reading, and he was absorbed in it at the moment, unable to think of anything else.
He had been wondering for a long while what he was going to do with his life. It seemed that there was pressure from all sides-his parents, his professors, his class advisor. He was a second-semester freshman, and already he felt the need to decide. Decisions plagued his mind, because he could never feel clear about any one issue. Should he do this? Should he do that? Which would be better?
It annoyed him, and he wondered why he couldn't just live his life without constantly making decisions. This dentistry thing, though, was something he had thought about before. It wasn't new, certainly, because ever since he'd been a child, he'd been fascinated with all the precise instruments he'd seen in his dentist's office, and he'd always loved to go for his check-ups.
The drilling didn't bother him at all. In fact, Torrence had always felt sort of an obsession with the buzzing, screaming drill, and he had even enjoyed the drilling inside his mouth. He'd found the pain a rather enticing, exciting sort of thing.
In the middle of Torrence's musings, there was a knock on his door. He knew it would be Suzanne, the girl he'd been dating.
He opened the door and saw Suzanne's shiny blond hair falling straight down over her shoulders. He smiled at her and ushered her in, letting one arm go around her warm shoulders.
"Hi!" she smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "What's up? You working?"
"No," answered Torrence, motioning vaguely toward the book about dentistry. "I've been thinking some more about my major, and what I want to do after I graduate."
"And is dentistry it?" Suzanne asked.
"Yeah, I really think it is. It's the only thing I can think of that I'd enjoy doing. I've wanted to be a dentist ever since my childhood, I think."
Suzanne put her arms around Torrence and hugged him close to her body. "Then, by all means, Tor, you should be one. But how about being a lover right now?"
"Sounds good to me," smiled Torrence, letting his arms encircle Suzanne's back and press her small, but firm breasts into his own chest.
His lips reached down to hers, and sought the moist sensuality of her kissing flesh.
"Oh, baby," he murmured. He needed this satisfaction, this knowledge that someone could and would gratify his sexual and emotional needs. Suzanne had been with him for four months now, and she was willing to share herself with him totally. Together, they spent their hours talking and making love, and they knew they had more than a weekend relationship. Fucking, for them, was more than just a tumble in bed and a pinch on the tit. It was a penetrating experience. They worked hard in school, and then loved hard. Fucking was one of the things they both enjoyed.
"Come on, sweetheart," sighed Suzanne, "let's get into bed." She pulled away from Torrence just enough to reach down and lift her bright green t-shirt off over her head, and reveal her reddened tits.
"Sweet Suzanne," Torrence like to tease her as he pinched one of her ripe nipples. "Let's go." He unbuttoned his own shirt, and undid his fly.
In another minute, they were in bed together, naked and warm, indulging in the softness of one another's flesh. Suzanne put her arms around Torrence's neck and pulled his head in between her breasts.
Torrence kissed his way in between the breasts and sucked at the soft flesh. He pulled a small piece of it in between his teeth and nibbled at it gently, enjoying the sweet taste and the fuzz of the little hairs.
"Taste good today, Suze," commented Torrence.
"Strawberry?" asked Suzanne, smiling. "Yeah, now that you mention it," said Torrence.
"It's strawberry perfume!" laughed Suzanne. "I picked it up at a little boutique across the street."
Torrence laughed at Suzanne's silliness. She often did crazy sort of things just for the fun of it, and he enjoyed it, because he couldn't do them himself. He was too reserved and conservative for his own good, and he knew it, but chose to do nothing about it.
He licked at the cleavage Suzanne had dabbed with strawberry perfume, and let his tongue trail up to her already erect nipples.
"Hard as rocks," he commented.
"What was that?" Suszanne teasingly asked. "Did I hear something about rocks?" She reached her hand down to Torrence's prick, and grabbed the soft balls, squeezing them tightly in her hands.
"Ouch!" reacted Torrence. "What's going on down there?"
"A lot, baby, a whole lot!" was Suzanne's answer, and it was perfectly honest, for, as she'd grabbed Torrence's prick, it had begun to fill with blood and strengthen itself up. Now, it was almost fully erect under the clever hand of Suzanne.
"Ready to go?" asked Torrence.
"It's ready, but I'm not, lover boy," smiled Suzanne. "Why don't you help me out, Tor?"
Torrence knew by this time exactly what Suzanne liked as foreplay, and he knew that it was almost the same thing he liked. He reached his hand down into her cunt, and tickled the soft, pliable lips of her twat, tweaking the foreskin over her clit, once in a while, and drawing half-giggles, half-moans from the writhing girl.
"Keep it up, lover," Suzanne murmured, and that was exactly what Torrence did.
Taking a handful of her cunt in between his fingers, Torrence squeezed it around until he had Suzanne twisting crazily around on the bed. Her legs spread far apart, inviting him in, and at that point, he turned on his stomach and let himself down between her legs, dropping from his hands the mass of soft cunt.
"Now, baby, now." he murmured, kissing Suzanne lightly on the lips.
"Yes, Tor, come inside now, please," Suzanne sighed, kissing Torrence, and letting him know that she wanted him right away. Her legs opened up as Torrence arched his back slightly and grabbed a hold of his prick. She surrounded him with the flesh of her thighs, and let him come down hard and penetrate her in one, long, probing stroke.
"Yes, Tor, come on now, harder!" She bent her knees up and pressed them against Torrence's throbbing trunk, urging him downward and into her belly.
He ached with desire for her. His prick was trembling as it moved half inside her, and half out. He took a deep breath and held her in his arms, then thrust down on her cunt, harder than before, and sunk himself totally in her, until his balls pressed against the curling hair of her groin.
"Oh, holy shit, Tor" cried Suzanne, enraptured by the feeling of Torrence's thick and heavy prick.
Torrence groaned and murmured into Suzanne's ear as he twisted his way down inside of her and let his prick wander into the depths of her cunt.
He felt the twinges of her squeezing muscles against his piece of hard flesh, and he pressed harder. Nothing thrilled him as much as the writhing of her muscles on his pecker and the flapping of her bent knees around his ass and legs.
Suzanne was going wild now, and she wasn't alone. The shoving, gyrating movements of both bodies melted together and forced out a pulsating beat of sex and desire.
Suzanne's stomach muscles tightened under Torrence, and her hips began to tremble almost violently. She opened her mouth and her lips trembled with moisture as her teeth nibbled at Torrence's ear. Her whole body was a shivering mass of flesh, and she pushed up harder and harder, trying to reach her orgasm.
She stiffened and bucked under Torrence, and as she did, he felt his own cream pour out through his thick prick and soak Suzanne's cunt with bubbling heat.
"That's it, baby," he whispered to her. "Soak it up, soak it up good." He loved the way her cunt seemed to drink the moisture from his body, and beg for more. Wad after wad of his heavy cream permeated the smooth, sopping skin of Suzanne's cunt, until she could hold no more. "Oh, Tor," sighed Suzanne, kissing her young lover on the cheeks and lips. "Oh, Tor." She let her wandering, trembling lips search out Torrence's and press them apart.
His teeth were nibbling at her tongue while she tried to kiss the moistness of his lips, unsuccessfully. The wrestled around, Suzanne's lips reaching out in vain for Torrence's and his tongue and teeth becoming victorious over her.
Suzanne kept biting, and giggles rose up from low in her belly, curling out of her throat as she tried to massacre Torrence with her lips. He laughed, too, watching her struggle and trying harder to tease her with his own lip-fight.
Finally, their mouths broke apart because they needed air to replace that lost in the giggles.
"Oh, Tor!" laughed Suzanne. "I can't stand it!" Her wild giggling permeated the otherwise-still air.
"I always win!" laughed Tor back at her. "You always forget about your tongue, and I can always grab it before you remember!
"Fuck off, clown!" laughed Suzanne, giving him a small, loving punch in the stomach.
They lay in one another's arms, smiling and relaxing in the warmth of the afterglow. Suzanne's flushed and burning cheek rested on Torrence's chest, and her fingers dangled and twisted into the curling hair on his chest.
"Hey, lover," she said. "You need a hair wash on your chest. I think you've got dandruff."
"Are you crazy?" laughed Torrence.
"No! And I'm going to wash it." She jumped out of bed and ran naked to the sink in the corner of Torrence's room, picking up a tube of shampoo, she lathered up a tremendous cloud of white suds and manipulated them around between her long, sensual fingers before she went back to the bed and flopped her hands down on Torrence's chest.
"That's cold!" he reacted, but lay back and let Suzanne go to work on his hairy chest.
Suzanne spread the generous heap of lather around on Torrence's chest, covering his nipples and all the hair that grew there. After smoothing it down, she ran her finger-nails through it and twisted it through the black hairs. Her gentle manipulations sent shivering tingles throughout Torrence's body, and brought his blood to a boiling point.
He couldn't help it. He grabbed Suzanne's head in his arms and pulled it down into the soapy region of his chest.
"Hey!" she yelled out, laughing.
Her head came up and was dotted with white bits of lather. Torrence laughed at her, calling her a clown.
"Me?" she exploded hysterically. "Me a clown? I happen to think the clown around this joint is lying right underneath me!"
She leaned her head over to blow some of the suds in Torrence's face, but as she did, he pulled her head down again, burying it in the white masses of lather.
"Ugh! Let me up!" choked Suzanne, half-giggling and half-gasping for breath. "You funny creep!"
She raised herself up and then fell down on Torrence's chest, pressing her cunt down onto his prick at the same time. She wanted him again, and he knew it.
He grabbed her ass in his two hands, and pushed it down on himself, gyrating it around in circles over his groin. His prick throbbed under her still-moist cunt, and he felt it rise and probe into the wet hole above it.
He let his hands circle down around her ass and press between the lips of her cunt. His fingers sneaked into the soft flesh and pressed it apart, making way for the big prong that would soon penetrate.
He lifted her up in one heaving motion and when she came down it was on top of his dick, jabbing and throbbing its way into her belly.
"Oh, baby!" she groaned heavily. "Give it to me all the way."
Torrence put his arms around her thighs and pushed her body up on his slightly so that she could come further down on his prick. He could feel the hard rock of his body beating inside her, and he let himself relax, not wanting to come too soon and spoil the fuck right away.
He let his arms wander up over her round ass and into the curving hollow of her back. He loved to touch every little bone on her spinal cord because they seemed so delicate and breakable. His fingers dipped into the little soft pieces of flesh on her back and wiggled around in the sensuality of her whole being.
His prick was active inside of her. It banged against the walls of her vagina and vibrated against the twitching muscles. She pulled at him as if she never wanted him out of her, and he didn't mind at all, because right now, his prick inside of Suzanne was the only thing that mattered in the whole damned world.
"Come on down, baby," he groaned out to her, pushing his hands down into the fleshy cheeks of her ass. The pliant mounds seemed to melt in his hands and he molded them into shapes between his fingers. He looked up over her shoulders and he could see the changing colors of her ass-flesh as he squeezed it. It would turn white as he pressed his thumbs and fingers into it, and then when he loosened his grip, it would fill with pink-colored blood again.
He liked to watch the results of his manipulations on Suzanne, because she reacted so clearly and openly. When he bit her ear, for example, she would jump and then bite his ear in return.
Right now he was concentrating on shoving his pecker up Suzanne's cunt, because he'd felt his balls grow hard and eager to burst, and nothing could keep him from fulfilling his desire.
He pinned down on her, harder than he ever had before, it seemed. He was wild with emotion, and his flesh felt as if it was melting into Suzanne's flesh, burning its way into her soul.
"Shit, baby, help me go!" he cried to her. "Help me come, I mean! Help me now!" His arms were wrapped tightly about her body, and he shoved himself into her as his balls burst forth their load, filling her cunt with creamy gism.
She bucked underneath him and let her hips fly up in the air, as her own muscles tightened and she experienced her orgasm.
After they'd finished, they lay together in the come-soaked bed, content with one another, and just trying to catch their breaths.
"I've never had a such a good fuck," said Suzanne bluntly.
"Since when?" asked Torrence.
"Since yesterday, loony," laughed Suzanne.
"That's what I thought," said Torrence.
"Hey, I'm hungry," said Suzanne, pulling herself up on her elbows. "Got anything to eat in that little fridge of yours?"
"I've got some soda, beer, and some cheese. Want any?"
"Yep," remarked Suzanne. "I'm ravenous. Let me up."
She hopped out of the bed and padded naked across the floor to the small refrigerator Torrence kept in his dorm room. It was handy for small amounts of food for snacks, Or whatever, and Suzanne and Torrence found it especially handy for their after-fuck hunger.
Suzanne brought out a chunk of cheese, and some of the beer, and brought it over to the bed where Torrence sat up and took it from. her.
"Don't you want anything to drink?" he asked her, opening the can of beer because he knew that she didn't drink it.
"Not thirsty," she said, taking a hunk of the cheese in her mouth. "Mmm, this is good."
"Come on over here," said Torrence, reaching out for her arm and pulling her down onto the bed. "Weren't you ever told not to eat standing up?"
"Yeah!" laughed Suzanne, "but I didn't think it still held."
"Sure does!" answered Torrence, "and furthermore, don't talk with a full mouth! My heavens, weren't you ever trained by your mother?"
Suzanne laughed loudly and flopped down on the bed. She and Torrence often became very giddy after fucking, and had long sessions of joking and punning before they quieted down.
"Get your ass off my hand," snapped Suzanne playfully, pulling the hand she'd inserted under Torrence's ass out. Torrence looked at Suzanne, she was truly a beautiful woman. He wondered if she would remain faithful. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever found out that she was playing around.
Their relationship was a good one for many months and then the thing that he feared happened. One night when he went to pick her up, she wasn't home. He asked her roommate where she was, and the roommate told him that she was at the library studying.
He went to the library. He wondered if she had forgotten about their date. She had never forgotten about a date before. He was suspicious. Was she trying to give him the brush-off? He would miss her body, he didn't want her to leave him. He hoped that he was wrong. He searched the library. The building had four floors, he carefully looked on all the levels. He spent three hours in the library looking for her, she wasn't there.
He went back to her apartment. He found her roommate, Alice, still there.
"Where is she? Where did she go? Tell me, Alice. I must know, he said. He was getting very angry. He wanted to hurt someone, he wanted to lash out and cause pain. He was feeling pain now, and he wanted others to feel pain too. He wanted someone to suffer and he didn't care who.
He just did not care.
"Honest, Tor, I don't know where she is. If she isn't at the library, I really don't know. She told me that she was going there to study."
"Liar!" he lashed out. He was very angry. Blood rushed to his head. His head was pounding. She had lied to him. There was something that she wasn't telling him. Something about Suzanne that she was not revealing. He wanted to hit her. He wanted to beat the shit out of Alice. He wanted to force the truth out of her.
Torrence reached out for her and grabbed her arm.
"Tor, you're hurting me. Please, stop." He only tightened his grip on Alice's arm. "Tor, that's very painful. Oh, shit. Stop."
"Are you going to tell me where she really went, and with whom? Are you?" He dug his fingers into her smooth flesh.
"Stop, Tor please."
"No, where is she?" he asked again.
"I don't know, I told you, I don't know."
"We'll see about that." He forced her to the floor and bound her arms with his belt. He dragged the girl into the bedroom and bound her to the foot of the bed. He ripped a sheet off and tied her legs up. She screamed in anguish and fear. He only laughed at her.
"Last chance, where is she?"
"I wouldn't tell you, if I knew, you filthy son of a bitch. No wonder, she wants to fuck someone else."
"So, there is someone else. Who? Who?" He was shouting at the top of his lungs. He wanted to hurt Alice. He ripped her clothes off. She tried to kick him, but she was helpless and all of her attempts were futile. He tried once more, but to no avail. He looked at her body. Her nipples were small and dark. He wanted to bite them.
He placed his mouth on her breast and then he bit into her. She screamed again. He got off of her and tore another sheet, which he stuffed into Alice's mouth. She was gagged, and now her screams would be muffled. He sunk his teeth into her breast. She squirmed as he bit down. He bit as hard as he could. His incisors made blood trickle from her breast.
The sight of her blood strangely aroused him. He was very excited by the combination of sex and pain. He wanted to hurt this girl more, and he knew that it would give him pleasure. The pleasure was not just because he wanted revenge for his suffering ego, but he enjoyed hurting her. He slapped the girl across the face, and watched as her face flushed. He slapped her again. Tears trickled down her face, but that only made his pleasure gorw. He wanted to really hurt her. He didn't want the hurt to be permanent, he just wanted it to be very intense. He kicked her thighs. Her eyes were wide with fear, she was realizing that Torrence was enjoying what he was doing to her. He pulled his pants off, and his penis was erect. He seemed to be more aroused than he had ever been with Suzanne. He wondered if it was Alice that aroused him like this, or the pain. He thought that it was probably the pain. He stripped himself naked. He dug his fingers into Alice's firm flesh and tore. She screamed, but it was muffled by the cloth.
Blood oozed from the scratches that he had given her. He scratched her again. His prick was throbbing with excitement. He turned the girl over. He wanted to cram his prick into her asshole. He thought that it would be painful. He hit her several times more. He slapped her tits. Alice had fainted. He increased his fury and kicked her. He kicked her in the side. Now, he looked at her cunt and he wanted to hurt it. He went to the bathroom. He saw a douch bag hanging over the bath tub. He ran to the kitchen and found some salt. He mixed up a strong solution of salt, water and vinegar. He poured these ingredients into the bag.
Now, he took the douche bag over to the unconcious Alice. He forced the nozzle into her cunt. She stirred as the thing was forced inside of her. He squeezed on the bag and the solution shot into her. The mixture burnt her cunt. Torrence took the nozzle out of her cunt and bit into her muff. His teeth ground into her.
She was shocked into consciousness. Then he squirted the solution onto the wounds that he had made on her cunt. The pain was intense. The salt and vinegar burnt her pussy. Torrence enjoyed the performance as she squirmed and wiggled. Torrence was fully aroused now, and he wanted more pain and pleasure for him.
He turned her over. As he did he squirted more of the stuff into her. He figured that the pain would keep her preoccupied. He dug his fingers into her soft pliant ass. He kneaded it like dough. He liked the supple feel of her butt. He gripped the globes of flesh and pulled them apart. He stared at Alice's lovely dry bunghole.
He spat on the anus. His peter was very erect. He wanted to rip her to shreds. He didn't wait for any lubricant. He rammed his cock into her ass. Alice was alive with pain. There was the terrible burning in her pussy and the horrible pain of the prick ripping her asshole apart.
Torrence was pleased with the girl's obvious pain. She fainted again. He slapped her and forced her back into consiousness, he enjoyed the fact that he would have to revive her, every so often. He slapped her soundly and then crammed his cock into her tight orifice.
She was thrown into terrible pain. Her body was riddled with suffering. She had bites and welts all over her. He forced his rod into her asshole. He was very aroused. He crammed her again. He increased his speed. Blood was covering his cock. Blood trickled out of her ass. The sight of blood coming from her ass increased his sexual excitement. He pulled his cock out and looked at it. The organ was covered with a rich dark blood. He was driven wild with pasion. He forced his prick harder into her. He loved the feel of the terrified girl as she wiggled and tried to free herself of her tormentor.
His prick shoved deeper into her. He clawed her back. Fresh blood trickled down her back. He was furious now and he lunged at her. His prick tore into her ass. Her flesh was torn by his cock. Finally, he shot his wad. A delicious warmth took his body over and he shook with a powerful orgasm.
He was more satisfied than he had ever been. He pulled his prick out of the girl. He dragged her into the bathroom. He put her torn and bleeding body into the tub. He straightened up the apartment, so that it didn't look as if there had been a struggle. He told the frightened girl that he was going to have some fun with Suzanne, after she got home. He threatened to kill Alice if she reported his actions to anyone.
She nodded her head agreeing never to tell anyone. She was in terrible pain, and she swooned again. Torrence hid in a closet and waited for Suzanne to return.
Two hours later, he heard a car pull up. Suzanne came into her apartment. A light was on. She called for Alice, but when there was no answer, she infered that her roommate had gone to bed. Suzanne went into her bedroom. Torrence was there waiting for her.
She took her clothes off. That was when Torrence came out of the closet. She was very surprised.
"Suzy, I hope for your sake that there isn't any dried come in your cunt."
"Torrence, I went to the library, do you think that I screwed in the library?"
"I know that you damn well didn't go to the library, I was already there. Listen, slut, let me look at your cunt."
She complied and there was dried orgasm on her pubic hairs. He questioned her about it.
"All right, so I have been fucking. So what of it? I got tired of you. That's all. I wanted a change. What are you going to do about it."
"The same thing that I did to Alice." Torrence grabbed Suzanne and took her to he bathroom and pointed to the knocked out form of Alice. Then he tied up Suzanne, and began his fun.
He slapped her ripe body. He bit her nipples. He tortured her, and he enjoyed what he was doing. He had found a way of reaching a full and gratifying orgasm. He had never had one as good as the ones that he was having that night.
He beat Suzanne severely, and gave her a vinegar douche. Then he buttfucked her ass until she was raw. Finally, he threatened to kill her and Alice if either one said anything to anybody. He asked her what her boyfriend's name was and she told him. He later got his revenge on the boyfriend. He nearly drove the man insane with threatening phone calls, and other forms of harassment.
CHAPTER THREE
Torrence interned for three years. He finally got to start his own practice. He had a nice little office and a long list of patients. These were regular patients. He had a special way that some of them liked very much. He had gotten older, and now he was around the age of forty. His practice had increased over the years. He was fairly wealthy. He had a large staff of nurses. His practice was all his own. He didn't believe in partnerships, mainly because he didn't trust anyone. It was for that same reason that he had never gotten married. Over the years his hair had started to fall out. His black hair was now sparser than it had been when he was a young man. It was graying around the temples. Torrence was still an attractive man. He wore glasses and had a strange way of smiling.
Torrence sat in the restaurant. It was lunch time. He had had a fairly busy day. There had been eight teeth extractions already. He was tired. And when he was tired he ate. He was eating now, and he knew that he should go on a diet, because he was developing a paunch. He didn't want to diet, and regarded it as the thing that women and fags did. Not that there was anything wrong with either group, it was that he just didn't have any desire for dieting. He didn't like to restrict himself.
He thought about various things during lunch, and in particular he thought about his next patient. He had an itch for Doris Blitz. He had wanted to crawl in her pants for a very long time. As he chewed his food he thought about the seductive blonde. She was young, probably, about twenty-two, although he didn't know her real age. Certainly, it was on the records, but that didn't really mean anything. Young girls always wanted to be older, and older women always wanted to be younger.
Doris was just a nice piece. She had a fantastic body. Her breasts were big and firm.
The dentist wanted to pinch those tits of hers. He thought about her cunt, he wagered that it was always nice and juicy. He thought that it would be fun to crawl into her. He had never made a pass at her, but today he was horny and when he got horny he got an itch that could not be stilled. He had to have what he wanted, or he would suffer terribly. He thought about the girl as he finished his dessert.
He wondered what she would do if he made a pass. He just wanted a nice fuck, but if the bitch didn't put out, he would show her. The thought of possibly hurting her made him itch even more. It was going to be fun. He was going to have a very pleasant afternoon. He finished his meal and then walked back to the building. As he walked through the outer office that was nearly empty he saw the young bitch. There was Doris sitting there and looking as sexy as hell. Shit, he wanted to cram his dong into her tight little hole. She smiled at him and he smile back. He wondered if the smile meant anything, or if she was just teasing him.
He went into his first room and told the nurse to send Doris in. He told Doris to make herself comfortable. He tied a bib around her neck. He looked at the neck and wanted to touch the smooth flesh. His fingers inched out. He gently stroked the neck.
Doris turned her head around quickly and snapped, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Doris, all I did was touch your neck-you certainly are jumpy today. It's part of my job to touch my patients. If I didn't touch them, I would never be able to perform the things that I have to in order to take care of their teeth."
He touched her again. His cock was stiff. He really wanted a taste of that snatch. He wanted to do things with Doris. He wanted to fuck her, like she had never been fucked before. As he touched her, he explained the need for his touching, "You see, Doris, it has been proven that touching is very important. It establishes a basis for communication between two people. You are more likely to trust someone you've touched than someone that you haven't touched. Does that make sense to you, Doris?"
"I suppose so, it's just that I don't like to be touched very much."
"Why don't you like to be touched?" he asked as his fingers prodded her neck.
"I don't know, just stop asking questions."
His fingers closed over one nice breast. His fingers seemed to bite into the firm flesh.
"Fuck, now, cut that out," she said, as her hand slapped his face.
"No, Doris, you and I are going to fuck. Don't look so shocked. Surely you know that you are a very sexy woman. I am surprised with myself that I didn't try to make it with you earlier."
"You can't screw me, it's against the law. I'll sue you for malpractice."
"I don't think you will." He strapped her into her chair. There was no way of escaping.
"I'll scream if you don't let me alone."
"Most people scream at one time or another in a dentist's office. Believe me, no one will come to your aid. In all the years that I have had my practice, no one has ever suspected the screaming, so scream all you want. "Doris, did just that, she screamed. She screamed again, but no one came to her aid. She gave up, she whimpered slightly.
"Now are you going to fuck me or are you going to put up a fight?"
"I'm going to fight. I don't want you to fuck me."
"You have spunk. I like that, I like my women to have spunk." Doris looked at him, his eyes seemed to flicker with malevolence. Fear was beginning to creep up her spine. She wondered if he was going to rape her. If he did, she was going to raise hell. She wondered what the Dental Organization would to to him.
Assuming they would do anything.
Torrence got his instruments and went back to her. With a hook-like tool he tore at her blouse. She screamed. He was glad that she was fighting, for that gave him an excuse to make it hurt. Her nipples were taut with fear. She began to sweat. She had no idea what he was up to.
The hook bit into her flesh. Her body shuddered and she screamed again. With a plier-like device he pinched the flesh on her hand. Blood trickled from her hand. Torrence saw the blood and instantly he was more aroused. He was going to fix this bitch. The hook sunk into her shoulder. Her hands flailed the air.
"How about a nice fuck for the good dentist?"
"No, you son of a bitch, get off of me." Torrence was straddled over the chair. His cock was pointed at her cunt. His prick was aroused. He wanted to have this girl. His pliers bit into her side. She screamed.
The pain was throbbing in her body. He pinched and poked her again. The pain surged. She didn't want to fuck him. Was he going to torture her until she gave in? He continued to poke and pinch. She grimaced as the hook tore into her shoulder. She was terribly afraid. Fear shook her body. She gasped as he pinched her again. She tried to endure the pain. He ripped her blouse off. Blood dripped down her flesh.
Torrence gazed at her boobs. They were absolutely beautiful. He wanted to sink his teeth into her breasts. His hands touched the flesh. Doris was repulsed by his touch. He tweaked her nipples. They were already erect. Doris felt a strange fire arise in her groin. She was aroused by the fear and the pain.
She told herself that what he was doing was perverted and that there was no reason why she should be excited by his brutality. But as much as she tried to convince herself that she wasn't aroused, the more she realized that she was. The hook bit into her flesh again. Again she whimpered. He flew into her with full fervor. He bit on her nipples. His hook gored her breasts.
The pain was so very intense. She was nearly numb with pain.
"Dr. Zange, please stop, please you are hurting me."
"No, I will not stop. Even if you told me that you would fuck me, I wouldn't stop. I like what I'm doing and I will continue to do it." He slapped her with his hand. The warm stinging flesh felt good. He poked her again. She screamed, she thrusted her body up, which only caused her crotch to rub against the erect prick, thus making Torrence even more aroused. He was going to have this piece of ass. He stroked her breasts, his fingers touched some of her blood. Torrence was strangely thrilled by the sight of the blood. He hooked her again. This time the end bit into her neck, and with his pliers he pinched her nipples. He grabbed the air hose and sprayed air all over her body.
The forced air blew on her body. There was something erotic about it. She was beginning to get aroused. She tried to control herself, but she couldn't. She told herself that the dentist was hurting her, but to no avail, for it din't cool her. She was excited by the pain.
His fingers went to her crotch. He poked his fingers at her cunt. He wondered if she was juicy. His hook dug into her flesh. Tears rolled down her soft cheeks, her body writhed in pain.
"Dr. Zange, I will fuck you, I will. Just stop hurting me."
"That's what I wanted to hear, Doris, I'm so glad that you have come to a sensible conclusion. If you don't fuck me, I will hurt you even more."
Torrence pulled down his pants. His cock bulged in his underwear. Doris saw the prick outline and she was excited by the prospect of having the cock. She was ashamed at her lust, but she couldn't help it, she had to give in to her desires. He hurt her again. Blood trickled from her nipples and her breasts. He was going to give her quite a time. His prick pounded in his pants. He told her to feel his cock. Her hands went to the bulge she felt the organ. Juices started to moisten her twat. She knew that she was going to fuck him passionately.
He tored at her skirt and managed to get it off. She whimpered pitifully. She was now clad only in her panties. She had a thick muff and some of the blonde pubic hair stuck out of the panties. Her mound was well shaped and dearly visible in the tight panties. His hands cupped over the mound. One finger slid between the folds of flesh. She sighed as he prodded her snatch.
She squeezed his cock. His hook tore at the panties, scratching some of the delicate skin.
Shit, how he hurt her! She wanted his whang, even though pain coursed through her body, she couldn't help but to want him. He ripped her panties off. He gasped as he stared at her nookey. He pulled his shorts off. She look at the dick and felt her pussy water. His fingers prodded the snatch and he noticed that she was oozing. That meant that she liked what he was doing. He pinched her again. She screamed.
His fingers shoved into the damp vagina. She stifled a groan. He clamped his mouth over hers and kissed her. His tongue went deep into her mouth. He licked the softness there. His fingers moved in and out of the twat. His prick pounded against her legs. Soon, he was going to shove the thing into her.
"Doris, I want you to eat my cock."
"No, it's a terrible thing. I don't want to eat your prick."
"Obey," he snapped as he pinched her cunt with his fingers, and poked her tit with his hook. He stood up, and she leaned over and took the thing into her mouth. His cock felt good inside of her. She licked it with her tongue. Her mouth puckered and the prick was rubbed by the lips. He was very hot now, his pre-come juice oozed from the aperture at the head of his cock. She licked it off. His finger moved in and out of the cunt.
She was very hot. She lapped his cock. Everything was very pleasurable, she couldn't understand what was happening to her. If anyone had ever told her that she would like pain, she would have laughed at them. But she did like it, she did want to be hurt. She had never been treated like this before, and she was amazed that she found it so arousing.
Her body was racked with pain, but her cunt was pounding with pleasure. His fingers felt so good in her. She even liked the taste of his prick. It was all so strange. She couldn't understand herself. She was ashamed with her strange lust, but at the same time, she could not still it.
She had felt like this before, torn between two things. The first time she ever fucked a man, she had felt like that. She wanted to, her cunt wanted him, but she had been told that passion and sex were evil, so that part of her mind didn't want to fuck. In the end she had fucked, but she felt bad about it afterwards. Eventually, all guilt had left her and she had a rewarding sex life. Up to now that is, and now she didn't know what to do.
The pain excited her, the way he forced her to do things brought on a heat that was even more powerful than her normal desires. She wondered if she should get some help from the psychiatrist. Then she realized that if something gives you pleasure, you should do it. Stifling herself only made things worse, so she decided to relax and throw herself fully into the new sensations and pleasures.
Torrence tore into her flesh again. She screamed, hunks of pain bit into her body. She felt as if the pain were a living organism that fed upon her. The pain was a parasite that gnawed her. It chewed her and swallowed her. There was more pain and she screamed again. She licked on the prick. She slurped it. The cock was rubbery in her mouth. She wanted to feel the come shoot out of his prick and splash against her teeth.
Torrence enjoyed the suck that she was giving him. She pulled on his prick with her lips and tongue. He was very aroused, he knew that if he didn't take the cock out of her mouth that he would come soon. He fingered her several more times. Then he took his cock out of her mouth.
He continued to finger her. He wanted her to come. The fingers felt good in her cunt. He found her clitty and he rubbed it. She murmured with passion as he did so She was so hot, she was more excited than she had ever been. He bit her shoulder with his teeth and she gasped. His fingers jabbed into her cunt, but that felt good. She thought that the way he treated her pussy should have hurt, but it didn't. It felt good.
The finger moved in and out of her cunt. He picked up speed. He rubbed harder and faster on her clit. She felt the muscles of her cunt beginning to quiver; they were contracting and expanding now. They began to open and shut quicker and quicker.
She knew that she was coming. Her juices sprang out of her with a powerful force. She shuddered and her body shook. She panted and groaned as the orgasm came on. She gave herself to the orgasm. She gave herself completely. The climax shook her and numbed her. It was an incredible experience. She wanted to do so many things. Then the climax ebbed away. She relaxed and nearly swooned.
As she lay back in the chair, Torrence slapped her face. The blood rose to the surface of her face. She felt the stinging sensation. She liked the sharp feel of the pain. His prick now prodded her cunt. He was going to fuck her. He tore at her flesh with his hook. She writhed and screamed. Shit, she felt good. She felt alive, alive with pain. Her entire body tingled. She drunk in the heady sensations. She wanted to fuck like hell. She wanted to have his cock in her.
She stroked the prick and then he thrust it at the opening. Her cunt was sopping with fluids. He forced his cock into her. There was a powerful feeling that coursed through her body. Some women, indeed most women, find the initial penetration almost as powerful as the orgasm. Some even come at the mere insertion of the prick. She had a very strong reaction to his penis being forced into her.
Torrence felt the smooth velvety flesh give away to his cock. He liked the feel of her juicy cunt. He wanted to give her a great fuck. He slapped one of her tits. The pain set her body on fire. He jabbed his hook into her skin again. Blood trickled from the wounds on her body. She grimaced with pain.
He saw the blood and was more excited. His cock felt so very good inside of Doris. He shoved his cock deep inside of her. He took the thing out and then shoved it back in, he kept up a quick pace, and then she slowed down. He wanted to savor every move that his body made. He wanted to drink in the feel of the fuck.
He fucked her harder. She loved what he was doing to her. She made her cunt muscles squeeze the cock. The cock pounded inside of her. The juices of the snatch made the dick slippery. Torrence moved back and forth. He held onto her body and shoved the prick deep inside of her. He realized how much he enjoyed fucking her.
He thought about the way she had tried to fight him, how she had endured the pain. She had been a good choice for a fuck. And now she like it. He wondered if she usually had pain when she was being fucked. He thought that she probably didn't. She might have just discovered her capacity and enjoyment of pain.
He had liked to give pain for a long time and on some occasions, he even liked to be hurt. It did something for him. He found it much more exciting than just fucking. Oh, certainly, fucking was good and sometimes, with the right person it could be enough. But usually, he needed to spice up his sex with a little blood and pain.
His cock moved faster. He drank in the way that his cock felt in the softness of the cunt.
His peter pulsed. He looked at Doris. Her beautiful breasts heaved. She was a very passionate fuck. The next time that he had her, he wouldn't strap her into the chiar. That way she could have freer movement.
He imagined that she liked to wrap those legs around her fucker. She was really a damn good lay. His cock continued to move in and out. His prick was getting hotter, the pulsing was in closer intervals. He knew that he was going to spurt soon. He imagined his come shooting out of his cock and what it looked like as it surged into her depths.
Doris drank in the sensations of the cock in her cunt. She liked the way he moved inside of her. His dong moved in and out of her cunt. Everything that he did, every move that he made, felt so very good to her. She liked the way that he fucked her. She knew that soon she was going to come.
The bodies writhed and panted and thrust passionately, and then they started to come.
Doris screamed a short scream, her body shook violently and her quim quivered. Then she shot her wad. The goo splashed against the cock.
Torrence liked the feel of her orgasm. Her muscles gripped his prick and held it. Her walls contracted and expanded spasmodically.
Her climax brought his own. There was a brief moment when he felt his body sink deep into a void and then erupt. He shot his lava deep into her cunt. The pearly cream flooded her snatch. His body shook. He sunk his fingers into her breast as he came. He wanted to tear the mounds of flesh off of her chest. He snarled and dug his nails deep into her. His orgasm transformed him into a snarling frothing creature. Then the orgasm faded. The warm feelings of sex washed over his body. He relaxed, and heaved once more. He pulled his cock out of her.
Doris lay back in her chair. What a fuck that had been, she thought. Shit, he sure as hell socked it to her. That had been the best and the most powerful climax that she had ever had. No one had ever given her so much pleasure.
She had not realized that such an orgasm was humanly possible. How she had shook, but that wasn't even the half of it. She had felt elevated. She had been so high, so incredibly high. She had felt an awareness of something that she had never known before. It wasn't anything that she could put her finger on. But it had been the kind of climax that could have brought on a mystical experience, it had been that intense.
She rubbed her body, she realized that she had a good body. She felt the flesh and appreciated its smoothness. She pinched her nipples and a hot sensation flashed through her body. She wanted to fuck again. She wanted to see if it was possible for her to have a multiple orgasm. She had never had such a thing, but she knew that some women did. Some of her roommates at college had claimed that they could come several times at once.
Clusters of orgasms shook her body, or so she said.
The idea intrigued her. She looked at Torrence's cock, the thing was limp. She grasped it with her fingers. Torrence looked at the girl. He realized that she wanted him again. That was fine with him.
"If you want to fuck me again, you will have to suck on my cock for a few moments, so that it will get hard. Do you want to do that?" He dug into her with his hook. She cried, but the pain flashed through her and made her cunt hungry.
He brought the cock up to her mouth. She looked at the meat. It had given her lots of pleasure and now she would suck on it, so that it could give her more. She licked the head of the cock. He shook with passion. He realized that she was really a hot little twitch. He was going to have her again. He was very satisfied by his find.
She would obviously give him more pleasure. She would become a steady fuck. He wanted her too. He looked at her and drank in her beauty. Her face was beautifully shaped. The nose was long and elegant. Her eyes were set apart at just the right distance. They weren't too close and they weren't too wide. They were of a beautiful blue.
He looked at her breasts. They were full and firm. His fingers touched them. He played with her nipples. The deep reddish-brown of them thrilled him. He liked the color and complexion of this girl. Her skin was a pale white. Her skin was smooth and clear. Just looking at her, he knew that he wanted her again.
His cock was gradually stiffening as she mouthed it. She licked the shaft, and then she pressed her lips to it and rubbed them up and down. The juice oozed from the prick hole. Her cunt throbbed and demanded more attention. He bit into her with his hook. She reeled with a combination of passion and pain. The blood oozed from her and he was strangely excited. There was something odd about the way the sight of blood affected him.
He didn't know why, but the sight of the blood thrilled him. He almost always was aroused by it. It affected his prick now and the organ stiffened. Doris flicked it with her tongue some more. She put it in her mouth and ate the thing all the way to the base of the cock. She was staring at the bush of pubic hair that gathered around the stem of his cock.
She sucked on the thing. Torrence let her pull on it with her lips some more. He didn't want to come in her mouth, but he would let her decide when she wanted to remove it. She sucked on it a few more times and then she pulled it out. She licked on his balls as she finished with his cock.
The licking of his nuts had really excited him. He wanted to get his cock back into her. He was going to fuck her, and fuck her hard. He dug his hook into her flesh. She squealed.
He took his cock and prodded at her cunt. He knew that she would gladly take the thing in and fuck.
He kissed her firmly on the lips. She parted her moist and glistening lips and shot her tongue into his mouth. She was so hot and eager. She wanted him and she would have him. The prospect and the expectation of the fuck made her tonguing doubly exciting. He pulled on the tongue with his lips. He sucked on the thing. He lkkked the feel of her tongue between his lips. She probed his mouth with her tongue. She searched out all the ridges and the bumps and grooves of his mouth. She pulled the tongue out and flicked it at his nose.
He held his cock at the opening of her cunt. The thing arched slightly, like a bucking horse. It seemed to rear and neigh for entrance into her pussy cave. The cock entangled itself in her muff. He liked the feel of the soft, silky hair brushing against his cock.
He pushed the thing into her. She gasped and grabbed the dentist. She pulled him closer to her. He shot the prick deep into her pussy. She reeled with pleasure as the thing plowed into her. She writhed and twisted her body. She thrust the cunt up to him. He pushed his cock into her. They moved back and forth, each thrusting, each pulling.
Their tempo was excellent. They were both very pleased with their fucking partner. They both needed each other. They wanted to have their lusts and needs gratified. Torrence needed to give pain, and Doris now knew that she desperately desired it.
She was amazed with what the added dimension of pain did to her sexual feelings. Everything was better. The pain seemed to intensify the pleasure. Was it because it made the pleasure seem better when compared to the pain, or was there something bizarre about the pain actually being a form of pleasure? She wondered which way the pain affected her. Was it a cause or an effect? She didn't know which to choose, and she realized that it basically didn't make any difference. What mattered now was the way that she was being fucked. And the way she enjoyed it-that was all that really mattered. His cock nd her cunt-they were the only things that were real.
Fucking is a strange act, for it seems to completely dissolve the rest of the world away. There is nothing that exists except for the moment. The sensations that center around fucking are all that is real when one is fucking. That was the way that these two people felt now.
They only accepted that which was connected with the fucking. There was the sharp, pungent odor of cock and pussy that stung their noses and smelled so very exciting. There was the sensation of pain that riddled Doris's body. There was the sight of the bodies-looking down and seeing the snatch and the cock joined together in the most intimate of all acts. There was the gentle slapping of flesh on flesh as the peter and pussy fucked. There was the taste of cock in the girl's mouth, and the taste of the girl's saliva in the dentist's mouth. The touch of the skin upon skin was electric. The flesh responded by minutely quivering. The fuckers . groaned and gasped.
They wanted so desperately to cling on to this really, this one dimensional existence. They wanted to be aware of nothing but fucking, but they knew that their desires were hopeless-that eventually the fucking would end. There would be the intense feeling of the orgasm, and then the gentle glow of the after-effect. They didn't want it to end, but they knew that it would.
That was the way of the flesh, the way of all flesh. There were moments that lovers wanted to hold onto forever, but that cannot be held onto forever. The cock worked in and out of the pussy as fast as possible. They were picking up speed now. They pushed hard against each other. Her breasts burned into his chest. They fucked faster. They moaned and cried. Torrence pricked the girl with his hook. He pinched her ass with his pliers. She liked the feel of pain; it did marvelous things to her. He flashed and snapped against her spine. It lashed at her. It set her body on fire. The flames of pain licked her. It seemed to lick her cunt with heat. The flames ate her body. They burned her flesh.
She panted, her breasts heaving and shaking. Torrence fucked her more. Then an orgasm plunged into Doris's body. It was to be the first of a string of climaxes. As she came, he tore at her with his hook. The added pain increased the climax and brought on another one. Her body was shaking violently. She wondered if she would ever stop coming. Another cluster of climaxes hit her. She shook, and her breath was gasped out. She tried to control herself, but there was no holding her back. She came many times, and the last time she came was when Torrence shot his wad into her. The orgasm that he had added to hers. Her cunt quivered and fired off for the last time as his come coursed into her cunt tunnel. They finished fucking. Torrence examined her teeth and made another appointment for her. She was a satisfied customer, to say the least.
CHAPTER FOUR
Three days later Torrence had an appointment with a woman that he had been seeing for several years. The woman's name was Stephanie. She was about thirty-five years old. He had started seeing her when she was about thirty. She was a very attractive woman. He had also taken care of her two children.
Stephanie had liked the dentist, because he was reasonable economically and he was a good dentist. Recently, her sex life with her husband had been unexciting.
Stephanie sat in the outer office and recalled her most recent experience with her husband. Gerry was thirty-three, he was a high school teacher, he taught chemistry and physics. The students and the faculty respected him. He had been elected the best teacher of the year when he was thirty-two.
Gerry was an attractive man. He was around medium height, and build. He had a deep tan and muddy blonde hair. His eyes were a sparkly blue. Stephanie did not know it, but her husband was having an affair. After they had their second child something happened to their sex life. No, the sexual part of their life didn't vanish altogether, and her husband didn't become a bad fuck-it just got boring.
Stephanie recalled the past evening. It had been a Tuesday night. Tuesday had been relegated to their night of fucking. Seldom did Gerry want to or even try to have sex with Stephanie on anything but Tuesday. The real reason was that he was getting laid the rest of the week by his mistress. He didn't tell Stephanie that, of course, he told her that he was overworked, which in a way wasn't far from the truth.
Anyway, it had been around ten o'clock when Gerry had come into the living room. He had kissed Stephanie on the neck, usually on the right side, with a smidgen of tongue hanging out of his mouth and brushing against her skin.
She had looked up at him, knowing full well that he meant to have her. She was glad to fuck, for she was oversexed and frustrated and anything would have helped her.
"Honey, are you tired?" Gerry asked her. That was translated as meaning, "Let's go to bed, it's Tuesday night."
"Yeah, now that you mention it, I do feel a little sleepy," which meant, "Okay let's fuck." The truth of it was that the whole approach and bedside manner bored her to sleep. Certainly, he was a good fuck, but it was so mechanical. He always kissed her with his tongue when they were about to fuck. He never kissed her that way anywhere else except in the bedroom on Tuesdays.
Shit, she was bored by the whole thing. They went into the bedroom. For once, she wished that he would help her undress. She always found that erotic, but he had stopped doing that years ago. She didn't ask for him to do anything bizzare, just change the routine a little. Kiss her on the right nipple for once, instead of on the left one. Help her strip, little things that could have added much to the relationship. But as it was she felt like the whole thing had been rehearsed.
She imagined that she could see the audience out there somewhere. Here it was Tuesday, folks, amateur night again, and we have the favorite act of everyone back again. Let's give the fucking Zimmermans a big hand. She could hear the barker announcing the act.
She could see the people clapping their hands. The band struck up the accompanying music. It played the "Loveliest night of the year." Yes, she could hear it all.
Now, the act began. Years, they had practiced this act. Everything worked smoothly. Oh, the act was so perfectly polished. Gerry would twitch his eyebrow, yes there it twitched. Now, he would swagger over to her and plant a french kiss on her. Ah, the tongue slid in. Count it folks, not once, not twice, but three times, the tongue would slide into her mouth.
Now she must sigh a little, heave the breasts just so, there she did. Such control, such magnificence these performers had. There was a round of applause for the beginning foreplay. Now, his hands would touch her boobs. Yes, there it touched one, now he touched the other one. There were about two minutes into the performance. The whole act lasted about thirty.
In front of the theatre they had top billing. Stephanie could not think of anything else to compare their sex life to. It was an act, a performance. Everything was planned, no additions. Once the act had been set they stuck to it. The staging was the same and would remain the same for many years to come.
Gerry stroked her breasts on cue. Now, he looked at her. His stare was deep, so deep and sexy. Well, it had been sexy at one time. It was no longer sexy, because it was so familiar. They would french kiss again. He would caress her, he would nearly crush her body.
Her quim would start to juice-she couldn't help it, there was something erotic about the whole thing, maybe it was just the tactile sensations, but it still was a little erotic. The flame of sexuality had not been completely extinguished. If they had tried they could have had a very rewarding sex life.
Stephanie was always willing to try new things. If Gerry had wanted to anally fuck her she would have welcomed it, if he had wanted her to suck his cock, she would have gladly put the thing in her mouth. Anything that he wanted to try she was willing to do. Fuck, she thought, if he wants to do it on the stage, really on the stage, that would have been exciting. But no, he didn't want to try different things, he was very happy with his conservative love-making.
Gerry was having an affair, because his sex life was a drag. He wanted to try new things, but his wife didn't seem to have the same aspirations. His mistress was always introducing new twists to their fucking, but his wife never tried anything like that. He wondered why. It was obvious to see that their big problem stemmed from lack of communication.
Both people were willing to do new things, but no one told anybody. If they had simply talked it out theirs would have been an exciting life together. At least they were willing to try new things, even if they didn't tell each other.
Some people are afraid to try new things. Why? Because it's dirty. "You mean put my mouth on your cunt? But honey, that's sick." That's the problem, everything that is different or exciting is sick. And how many people have masturbated in the morning because their spouses were afraid of committing a sin? There was absolutely nothing wrong with trying new things. If the act gave people, both people pleasure that was the important thing.
But with the Zimmermans they were bored, bored by a conservative and unexciting thing. Not only were they afraid of trying things; they were afraid of talking to each other.
The fucking Zimmermans continued their act. Gerry stroked her breasts again. Her nipples stiffened on cue. He leaned over and kissed the left nipple. Stephanie wondered what was wrong with the right nipple. He never paid any attention to it. Shit, she wanted to have his tongue lick her body, lick her nipples and lick out her cunt, but no, he kissed her left nipple. Ho hum, she thought.
She reached down with her fingers and stroked his cock. The cock was big and erect. At least, she thought, he can still get it up, even if it is only once a week. She wanted to do all kinds of exciting things with it. She wanted to put the cock in her mouth. Yes, lick it with her tongue. That sounded exciting to her. She imagined the cock in her mouth. She could taste it. The thought aroused her cunt.
His fingers stroked her neck and shoulders. His touch was light, as if he weren't really touching her. Years ago his light touch had seemed erotic, now she wanted him to grip her by the shoulders and dig his fingers into her skin. She would not have objected to pain, at least it would have been a change of pace. His fingers glided across her soft flesh. There was a tingle, a reflex action that traveled up her spine. She knew that she was getting aroused. She had to get aroused: it was in the script.
The staging of their act was perfect. The cock was erect on cue. The nipples were stiff on cue. Everything was condition green. Pretty soon he would launch his muscle in her cunt and then the thing would explode. He always let her come first. She hoped that one night he would come first and then just pull out. One got very tired of routine. Yes, he was very nice and polite to let her come first every time, but just for once, he could have spilled his jazz into her and then gone to sleep.
He pulled away from her. That was the cue to get undressed. She pulled off her clothes. Yes, she could see the members of the audience rubbernecking to get a peek at the nookey. "Oh, look, Fred, she doesn't have much of a muff." She could hear them whispering in the audience. "Shit would I like to get into that muff." They were all talking and appraising her body. Her invisible imagined audience loved her body-maybe they would give her an encore.
He pulled his pants off; his cock, all rubbery and erect, with the droplet of aroused juices dripping off, bobbed up and down. Yes sir, he was ready. They kissed again. Now they went to the bed. There would be a few more minutes of fooling around. His hands would wander down to her cunt. He would finger her cunt. Some of his fingers would lightly trace a line on the inside of her thighs.
She would tremble slightly from excitement. There she would feel the tingle shaking her. All these things were right on time. His one finger from the other hand would probe her navel. Years ago, he had dared to touch her navel and she had found it exciting. It wasn't too exciting any more. She lay there writhing slightly as he kissed her. Drool ran down the comers of her mouth.
Out in the audience someone said, "It looks so real, look, she even has drool running down her mouth. I wonder how they get that effect." His finger touched her hole. He slid the finger back and forth between the folds of her pussy. She murmured slightly.
She grasped his cock and moved her fingers up and down the shaft, just so. They kissed several more times. Their bodies were heating up. The fire was crackling, the flames were leaping.
"Gerry, do it now, do it hard, oh, baby." She had two lines in this little play, that was one of them. He had an answering line.
"Oh, yes, Stephanie. Stephanie, I love you." Now she would sigh. Oh, everything was so well done. What a production, what a show! His cock would prod her pussy. The lips would separate and now he would slip his meat in. The cock would slide into her cunt. It was so very soft inside of her. The cock would slide in and touch her. She would murmur again. Now they would begin to fuck. One of the things they did was to keep almost perfect time. The fucking would start out slowly. They would thrust their groins at each other. Their Hrs would be pressed together.
Their hands would touch. They would slowly pick up the speed. Eventually, they would be fucking and grinding as fast as they could-Their act consisted of starting out slow and building gradually, then they would fuck real fast almost to orgasm, slow down, and then build up again. Eventually, they would erupt. The whizz would shoot out of their bodies.
They were fucking now. Their thighs were pulling apart and then slamming together. They would pull and then push. It was that way that they fucked. They had discovered certain things that pleased them and they gradually wore out the pleasure in them. What once had been very exciting was now a total bore. Their bodies would touch. They would kiss. The whole thing was monotonous.
Stephanie thought about fucking other men. She had been tempted before, but she had never given in. She didn't want to cheat on Gerry. She really did love him and she didn't want to hurt hun, but shit, she was frustrated. Now, she wanted to go out and have some really wild sex, something off the beaten path of normalcy. But a part of her mind, the part that made her the respected wife of a respected teacher in a respected suburb, ad nauseam, told her that having a wild sex life was dirty. It chided her and told her that her children would be hurt by her wanton desires. Something called her a sinner, something hinted at perversion, all these things kept her in line. She wanted, really wanted to cut loose and fuck the hell out of some man, but part of her resisted. So far, that something had worked. But as her husband fucked her, she resolved to do something about her frustration. She told herself that she just couldn't take it much more, and it was better to have an affair than to crack completely and slur a good respected name, by ending up in a looney bin.
They had reached the first plateau in their fucking. Now, they slowed down again. The cock eased into her cunt. They were nearly still, and not fucking much. They bottomed out and waited. They kissed once more, then they slowly built. The bodies started to lunge and thrash at each other. Yes, it was getting good now. They were getting closer and closer to the big moment. They were almost at the climax of the show.
There was the drum roll. Yes the drums were pounding away. The cock was pounding away. Everything was going boom, boom. They fucked more. The thighs ground together. The cock shoved, pushed and pounded on the pussy. They were so close.
Stephanie felt herself going. She knew that she was coming. There was the cymbal crash, yes her stuff flew out of her. She had her second line now.
"Oh, oh, yes, I'm coming. Oh shit."
Gerry would reply, "Good, honey, good." Then he would come, his body was tensing, he was flattening out, he jabbed at her pussy a couple of more times and then he shot his wad, the stuff exploded out of him. He poured his jazz into her twat. The cymbal crashed again. They stopped. The crowd applauded. "Bravo."
"Encore."
"More." Yes, this was their public. And they loved them. They would make a last few bumps and grinds and then it would be over, finis.
She focused her thoughts again. She was in the dentist's office. She was getting her regular check-up. She brushed her black hair back. She looked at the magazine, a flat chested model smiled up at her. She thought about the girl's boobs. She pitied the poor creature. Stephanie had quite adequate boobs. They were about a thirty-eight D cup. She had always prided herself on her tits.
Poor model, she thought, not tit enough to sneeze at. Then Stephanie mulled over the thought that the model was probably leading a very glamorous and wealthy life. And what was she doing, she thought to herself. She was leading a very mundane life, respectable as hell, but mundane, with a nice attractive husband that fucked her on cue.
She told herself that she was going to get some sex from another source. The nurse called her into her office. She went to the third room. She sat herself down and waited for the dentist. She was going to have X-rays taken of her teeth, like she did every six months. Her whole life was a routine thing. Everything was done every six months, every Tuesday. Every twenty-eight days. There was nothing exciting about her life.
Torrence came in and smiled. She looked at him, she had a strange thought. The dentist was a fairly attractive man. No, he wasn't a movie star or anything, but he would pass. She thought about seducing him. She wondered if he did anything unusual in terms of sex. She looked around at all the equipment in his office. She had an urge to fuck the dentist. There was nothing logical about her desire, it was just an impulse, and she had made up her mind that she would follow her impulse for once.
She was wearing a fairly low cut dress. Nothing scanty, just suggestive, the cleavage allowed for a nice peek of her boobs. Her hem ended just above the knees. As the dentist checked her over. She spread her legs, so that he could get a beaver shot.
Torrence got the beaver shot. Suddenly, he was filled with desire for the woman. He had never thought about her before. Now, he looked at her closely. She was an attractive woman. Her black hair framed her pale skin. Her eyes were a dark brown. As he probed her mouth with his mirror and his hook, he glanced down at her tits. He was greeted by two firm tits. He couldn't see the nipples, but he wanted to. He wanted to fuck her.
Stephanie noticed his glance at her boobs. She knew that he was interested in having her. She winked at him. That was plain enough hint. He told her that he was going to give her the X-rays. He had her open her mouth. He forced the devide into her. At the same time one of his fingers grazed across her tit. She trembled at the touch of the finger on her tit. Her cunt started to juice. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to screw in the chair. The whole thing excited her. The idea of a strange man in her pussy, the chair, everything made her very hot. She was aroused by a possible lay. Her mouth watered. His fingers touched her again.
He wasted no time now, he forced his fingers down in her dress. He grabbed one firm tit. She gasped partly in surprise, partly in passion. He squeezed the tit.
Torrence decided that he was going to have fun with this bitch. "Stephanie, I am surprised at you. You want to fuck me, but you are a married woman."
"Torrence, I need you. Gerry doesn't do anything for me. I am bored."
"Shut up, don't you realize that this makes you no better than a whore. You have made yourself cheap. I will have to punish you."
He grabbed his plier and pinched her skin. She screamed in anguish. But the pain did something to her. The pain excited her. She wanted to be hurt. Torrenco ripped at her dress. The thing came off in shreds. She was gasping in delight and fear. The dress was torn off and thrown on to the floor. He crammed the X-ray device into her mouth. He pinched her again. She thought that her teeth would be knocked out. She tried to scream, but the device muffled her screams. She didn't fight him. She wanted to be pinched and scratched. He slapped her face. The stinging flesh aroused her more. Torrence mouthed her. He straddled her body. He wouldn't let her escape, but he doubted that she would try. It seemed to him that she was enjoying everything. He looked at the hardened nipples. He glanced at her moist pussy. Yes, he could see that she wanted what he was giving her. He pinched her flesh. She screamed again. He took his plier and pinched her tit. The pain rushed through her body. The blood pounded in her head. She was reeling with pleasure. She wondered what his cock looked like.
He stuck her again. He took his hook and needled her skin. A little bit of blood appeared. She squirmed in the chair and he induced pain into the sexual play. His fingers grasped her boobs. They touched her. The fingers tweaked her flesh. She loved the feel of the pain. He poked her with his fingers.
One hand crawled down to her pussy. The fingers jabbed her. Shit, it was wet down there. It was very wet. Her cunt was slimy. He wanted to put his prick into her. He wanted to cram the thing into her. He wanted her to yell for mercy. He fingered her furiously. She was willing, very willing and there were many things that he desired.
She writhed and thrust her pussy to him as he jammed his fingers into her. She panted. He pinched her again with the pliers.
Her whole body was covered with pain. He slapped the tits. He slapped the Venus mound. The pain was very intense. She nearly swooned from the agony. But the agony gave her pleasure. Here was an added dimension that she and her husband had never tried. The pain heightened the pleasure. Everything was intensified. He probed her again. His cock was throbbing with desire. He wanted to pierce the cunt. Was that cunt as good as he thought it would be? He pulled the X-ray machine away from her. He told her to get on the floor. He pulled off his shirt. He slapped her several times. She cried. He took his pants off. His cock bounced out of his pants. The cock was eager for sex. The prick wanted to feel her pussy. He wanted to fuck her very bad. He wanted to feel the breasts grazing across his skin. He wanted to grind his cock into her.
He stood nude over her. His cock dangled in her face. He told her to turn over. She did as she was told. Her ass was beautiful. The globes of flesh were perfect halves. He ran his finger down her crack that separated the two cheeks. He poked at her anus. Then he pulled his finger out and started to slap her ass. His hand spanked her. Whack came down the hand. Whack, again. The ass was very red.
He spanked her feverishly. She cried, tears poured down her cheeks. He whacked her again. His pace picked up. He swatted her harder and faster. She cried, the spanking had her very aroused. She wanted to feel his cock. She wanted to make it with him.
He hit her again. He was hitting her with all his might. Her pussy was juicy. The pain added to her pleasure. She wanted him to spank her ass while they fucked. She cried and pleaded with him to stop. He told her that as long as she asked him to stop he wouldn't. He told her that she would have to endure the pain if she wanted him to stop. She tried to control her sobbing. The pain was almost unbearable. She thought that she was going to die.
Finally, he stopped swatting her. He took his air hose and sprayed her ass with the air. The sensation was very soothing. He now prodded her asshole with his fingers. He was going to ass-fuck her. He didn't want to come inside of her ass, he just wanted to fuck her there.
He told her to eat his cock first. She took the thing in her mouth. She had never licked or sucked on a cock before. She didn't know exactly what to do. She moved her mouth up and down on the rod. He seemed to be pleased with what she was doing. She went a little faster. He moved back and forth. He asked her to lick it. She ran her tongue along its edge.
The sucking was making her cunt very hot. She was tripping with excitement. The cock and the feel and the taste of it made her hungry. Made her very hungry for some sex. She hoped that he would fuck her. She needed to have his cock in her.
She knew that if he didn't fuck her that she would be terribly frustrated, and the last thing she needed was more sexual frustration.
Her tongue flicked the member. He sighed and grinned down at her as she licked the prick. She took her mouth off of it and tried to cram his balls into her mouth. She wanted to get every part of him in her mouth. She wanted to suck on all of him. He told her to stop.
She took her mouth reluctantly away. She looked up at him with pitiful eyes. He slapped her again. He told her to rim him. She turned and spread his cheeks, she gratefully ate his ass. She nibbled on the pudgy cheeks. He liked that. She sank her teeth into them. Enough to cause him a small amount of pain. He liked the idea of getting hurt a little. He didn't want as much pain as he gave out, but he didn't mind, and in fact, he liked to be given some pain.
She darted her tongue between his cheeks. She flicked her tongue around the edge of his anus. She flicked the sphincter muscles. He arched his body as she did. For a woman who had never done very much out of the ordinary, she was certainly very good. He wanted to teach her more. She shot her tongue into his deep dark crevice. She tongued the sides of his asshole. She tasted the strange tastes and smelled the odors of his asshole.
She didn't mind. Everything that she was doing, or that was being done to her, excited her. Gerry had never done anything as near as exciting. She wanted to fuck this doctor for a long time. She thought about the other things they they could do. She wondered what it felt like to give pain. She told herself that the next time she came to visit the dentist, she was going to control the session.
Stephanie rimmed the dentist some more. Her tongue crammed it's way into every available hole. She licked everything that she could get her mouth on. She nibbled on the sphincter muscles that had sent the dentist raving. He had nearly come when she did that. She had bitten down hard once. He had screamed with delicious pain, biting him.
He told her to stop. His cock was now very aroused and ready to fuck her in the ass. He turned her over and spread her cheeks. Now, he gave her the same treatment that he had just been given. His mouth clamped over the tight bung hole. His tongue dipped in and and tasted her. As he was rimming her ass, which was greatly exciting her, he started slapping her butt with one of his free hands. She was thrown into the throes of delight. She liked the combination to the sucking and licking, with the swatting thrown in, just for extra measure. She was thoroughly enjoying the way he was treating her. He slapped her firm flesh. His tongue darted into her hole.
He nibbled on the ring of muscles that circled the aperture. She liked the feel of his mouth on her ass hole. The tongue plunged deep into her. She was enraptured by everything that he was doing. He like the way that she tasted. She wanted him to keep on rimming her. Suddenly, and very violently she began to come. She had never come before, except from regular intercouse and masturbating.
Her body was shaking violently. She wondered what it might mean, that she could come without even having her cunt touched. She was rimmed and it was enough to make her shoot her load. The come juice poured out of her quim. He licked her asshole again, and then he pulled his mouth away. She jerked once more. She spasmed and then lay back.
He was not through with her yet. He now put his prick into her ass. She thought that she would scream with pain as he plunged the thing into her. She writhed and humped. That only shoved his prick deeper into her. The pain and the pleasure riddled her body. There was a terrible burning pain in her asshole. At the same time the frigging was very satisfying. This too was something new. There were so many things that she had learned.
His cock plunged in and out of her ass. She didn't know if she could stand it much longer. There was such immense pain to what he was doing to her. Shit, she thought, he is tearing my asshole apart with his prick.
In fact, she was bleeding slightly. The sight of the blood only aroused him more. He plunged into her again. There was blood on his cock. He liked that. He ucked her with a dedication, and a mean need to hurt her and please her at the same time.
Her quim again spasmed. So far, she had climaxed twice and he hadn't even fucked her yet. He plunged into her ass again. 'Hien with a final thrust, he pulled the cock out.
The only thing that he wanted to do now, and the only thing left that would excite him was to fuck her in the cunt. His hot lips brushed against hers. His tongue dipped into her moist mouth.
She tasted wonderful. She had a nice taste to her mouth. He gripped his fingers around her boobs-and jerked, again, there was a slight twinge of pain. But she liked it and she needed it.
Torrence laid down on Stephanie. His hands grasped her and felt her nipples. The nipples burnt into his flesh. She felt very good underneath him. She thrust her tits into his chest.
His prick was covered with blood and now he was going to fuck her nice little cunt. He hoped that it was tight, he didn't like loose pussies. There was something about a flappy cunt that turned him off. His prick was hard and ready to thrust into a nice juicy twat.
He aimed his cock at her pussy hole. The thing squirmed into her. Shit, she thought, it feels good. The cock feels so very good inside of me. She wanted to fuck him for hours. She wanted the cock to fill her with sperm.
They lay on the floor. They writhed and thrusted their groins at each other. They humped. They moved so hard and so very fast. Torrence was not going to fuck off his time. He wanted to come. They reached a powerful climax. They shot their wads. As she left she agreed to return.
CHAPTER FIVE
Torrence went on a badly needed vacation. His appointment lists had been overflowing for weeks. He worked overtime. He was glad to get away from it all, and to to Aspen, Colorado. It seemed like the two week acation ended too quickly.
He went back to the practice. He looked out the window at the people below. He liked New York, but it was nice to get away from it every now and then. The fresh air had been the best treat. The air had cleared out his dirty lungs. And the people in Colorado had seemed nicer than they did in New York. He realized, that it was all a matter of perception, and change. He had really enjoyed his vacation. And now here he was back in the city. The air was not really air, but a sort of substance that mingled with that which had once been air.
Torrence gazed out the window. He looked down and seemed to think of the people as ants. They were all so small. They scampered hither and thither. They were going to work, going to lunch, going to a rendezvous. He wondered if any of them were coming to see him. He really didn't want to see any of them. He had enough patients as it was.
The nurse came in saying, "Dreaming again Tor?"
"Er, yes, I was just thinking about, how wonderful my vacation had been. It was so very good to relax. I know that I won't get another chance for some time. Oh, well who do I get to see now?"
"A Mister Stramp. New patient, he says that he was referred to you by a friend. I think he is a faggot."
"How or why do you think that nurse, does he act like a fairy?"
"Well, no, not the girly kind, there is just something about him."
"Do you suggest that I don't see any fags? Is that what you're getting at?"
"No, hell if you did that you probably wouldn't have many patients, many men patients, that is. Shit, I'll bet that half the men in New York're fags."
"Nurse, you seem to have a hatred for the homosexual, or if not a hatred, an intense dislike. Why?"
"Personal experience, that I would rather not talk about. Maybe, some time I will tell you about it. Maybe, I won't. I'll send the patient in."
"Do that." Mr. Stramp came in to the office. He was a fairly attractive man. He had black curly hair that he parted to one side. He wore sideburns. He was probably in his late twenties. Torrence looked him up and down. He wondered if what the nurse had said was true. If it was, he might have some fun with the fella.
He told the man to make himself comfortable. The man did. Torrence placed a bib around his neck. He looked at Stramp's teeth. They seemed to be in good shape. Torrence felt a rising need to hurt the man. He wanted to find some reason for punishing him.
He noticed that the patient had a difficult time keeping his mouth open. Torrence thought that he could use that for his reason to punish the man.
"Can't you keep your mouth open?"
"I am trying. I really am, Doctor, it's just that it hurts my mouth, to keep it that wide." The word hurt triggered a need in the dentist. He was getting angry over the man's attitude.
"Listen, you'll have to keep your mouth open, as wide as possible."
"I can't."
"We'll see about that." Torrence slapped the man's face. Stramp stared at him. Torrence hit him again. The flesh turned to a bright red. The sight of the inflamed face, aroused Torrence. Just as the sight of blood affected him, so did the sight of stung skin.
"Don't hurt me," whimpered the man.
"Are you a faggot?" snapped the dentist.
"Well, yes, but it's none of your concern."
"Yes, it is, I think that I am going to have to punish you. Don't you know that being queer is a sin?"
"No, it's not."
"Shut up, faggot. We'll teach you a thing or two. Stramp was afraid. He thought that the dentist was a sex maniac or something. Stramp wondered if Torrence was gay, but thought that he probably wasn't. But he had known of men that had a thing about whipping homosexuals, and calling them terrible things, and in reality they were homosexual themselves.
The dentist was filled with lust now. He wanted to have his cock sucked on. He thought about the various ways that he could humiliate Stramp. The more ideas that came into his head, the harder his prick got. He was very hungry for some kind of pain.
Stramp had been in some strange scenes before, but this was the strangest. He recalled one time, when he had been picked up in a bar, by an older man. The man had said that he would even pay for services rendered, but Stramp had replied that he wasn't a hustler.
They had gone to the man's apartment. The man had served drinks of scotch and soda. Stramp's drink had a knock out pill in it. When he awoke he found that he was bound and gagged. All of his clothes had been removed.
He looked around the room and saw the man and several other men. They had all been nude, the scene had obviously aroused them. They beat their meat off. The come had landed on Stramp. Stramp, who was also nude, was forced to suck off all the men. He was then whipped and beaten, tramp recalled that the pain had had a strange effect upon him. He had liked the combination of sex and pain. Although his body had been anguished there had been some kind of strange needed fulfilled by the beating. They had then swatted his ass.
He could still recall the pain of his spanked ass. He remembered that he had been bruised, and welts had remained on his body for weeks. They had then buttfucked him. The experience had been without a doubt, a very painful one, but it had also been erotic.
From then on, he had been careful about who he picked up. One other time, he had picked up a nice man, and then, the man had tied Stramp to the bed and robbed his apartment. There wasn't much that Stramp could do about it. If he went to the police, he might get arrested for immoral practices.
All these things were just part of the things that a gay person had to put up with. Stramp had to adjust to them, if he was going to continue his life style. Now, here he was in the office with this dentist. The dentist, had an erection, could see the bulge in Torrence's pants. The homosexual reacted to the bulge. He was aroused by the sight of the erect penis.
Torrence noticed that the Gay man had an erection too. He chastised him' for being aroused. He said that he would have to teach him a lesson. Torrence ripped off Stramp's pants. Torrence's eyes saw the erect cock. He also saw the ass. He had a desire to frig the fag. He pulled own the drill that he used for cavities. He told Stramp to present his ass to the dentist. Stramp was shaking with fear and at the same time desire. Torrence inserted the head of the drill in the man's ass.
"What are you doing, Doctor?"
"Shut up, I am going to clean your ass out, that's what I am doing." Torrence touched the button which activated the machine. The drill started buzzing. The man screamed with fear. Torrence pinched the ass with his fingers. The nails of his hand bit into the firm flesh. He pushed the buzzing drill into the anus. The head of the drill twisted and bit into the the firm flesh. He pushed the buzzing drill into the anus. The head of the drill twisted and bit into the outer circle of muscles the sphincters, hat surrounded the hole. Torrence pushed the drill in.
Stramp screamed, which only heightened Torrence's pleasure. The drill whirred and dug into the anus. Torrence pulled the drill out and then crammed it back in. The pain that Stramp felt was tremendous. He thought that he was being ripped to shreds by the perverted dentist. The drill touched and twisted the flesh.
Stramp screamed, he screamed for help. The door opened to the office. It was the nurse. She came in, she ran to the chair. Stramp thought that the nurse was going to aid him.
"Give it to him. Fuck the fairy," snarled the nurse.
"Nurse, help me, tell the doctor to stop."
"The fuck if I will, faggot, queer." She was fuming. She went to the dentist and asked if she could work on the man. Torrence handed her the drill.' He went around to the patient and slapped him across the face.
The nurse was enjoying torturing the victim. She had at one time been engaged to a homosexual. She had not known ituntil the night before the wedding. It was then that she caught him and the best man fucking together. Ever since then, she had been out to revenge herself and her broken heart. Every chance she got, she would do something.
She waged a private war on all the place that gay men hung out at. If she knew that one existed, she would call up the police and file a complaint. She had been responsible for closing down two bath houses and three bars. She also molested any men that she suspected of being gay. She enjoyed torturing. She was having a good time now, she shoved the drill in further.
Stramp screamed again. Then he gave up, he knew that no help was going to come. Finally, after blood was spurting out his ass the nurse stopped. She cleaned the drill off and soaked it in an alcholic solution. Stramp fainted. The nurse walked out, Torrence had not finished with the man.
He sapped the gay into awareness. Stramp looked at the dentist, he wondered what the doctor was going to do next. He told Stramp to get on the floor. Stramp was riddled with pain, his ass throbbed from the brutal treatment. Torrence yanked his pants off. The doctor's cock bobbed up and down as he pulled his trousers off.
"Listen, Stramp, if you want to get out of here, without being submitted to any more pain, you're going to have to suck on my piece of meat. And if I don't think that it's a good job, I'll beat you again. As a matter-of-fact, just for good measure, I'm going to spank you now."
"Please, please, don't spank. Aren't you satisfied yet? I have so much pain now, do you want to give me more? Must you? Please leave me alone."
"No, I have not had enough, and no, I won't leave you alone. Now, feel this." Torrence brought his hand solidly down on the man's rump. Stramp trembled as the hand bit into his ass. The ass stung. Tears streamed down his face.
Whack, and again, there was another whack. His ass throbbed. He wanted to have all the pain end. Again, Torrence brought his hand down. Torrence, was getting a big kick out of the pain that he was causing for Stramp nor homosexuals in general. No, it was just that he had a need, a driving need that drove him to spanking nd hurting the man. He didn't care what the man's sexual practices were, it was just an excuse to hurt him.
Finally, he swatted the man's ass for the last time. He took his hand away and inspected the butt. The ass cheeks were covered with red marks. The victim was in utter pain. He sobbed gently. Torrence, told him that he was going to have to suck his cock, now.
Suddenly, the idea of cocksucking appealed to Stramp, at least it would be a change of pace from the pain. He let the pain go to the back of his mind, while he thought about the blow job that he would give the doctor.
Stramp was a near expert at giving blow jobs. He had satisfied many men with his mouth, and somewhere back in time, he had even lapped out a real cunt. He looked at the dentist's cock. He liked the shape of it. The doctor had been ircumcised That was good, because Stramp didn't like uncircumcised men. He had a nice color on the head of his prick. It was about normal length, around six inches. The prick head was a dark purplish red.
Stramp's mouth watered as he looked at the organ. He wanted to go down on the doctor. It was good thing that he did. He didn't have any choice in the matter. Torrence wanted to have his prick licked and he was going to have his prick licked. Stramp pulled the cock to his mouth. He was on his knees. He flicked his tongue out and licked the cock. He liked the taste of this peter. The texture was kind of nice too. Some men have a rather bumpy cock, small hair follicles over all the prick. But Torrence's cock was very smooth.
Stramp licked the aperture at the head of the cock. A bead of pre-come juice had formed there. Stramp licked it all off. Some more formed and he gratefully licked it off too. The dentist liked the job that he was getting from Stramp. Stramp pressed his lips together and rubbed them up and down the shaft of the penis.
He made a blubbering sound as he did. Now, he parted his lips and pulled the cock into his mouth. The prick slid in. He pulled on the thing with his lips, his tongue fluttered against the cock.
Torrence sighed and let the victim continue to suck his cock. Torrence realized that it had been a long time since a man had gone down on his dong. Once, in dental school there had been this homosexual instructor that had told Torrence that he either let him suck his cock or he would fail his course. Torrence had given in reluctantly. The experience itself had been rather gratifying. A slight craving for oral sex had been with him ever since. He liked to have women submit to his cock.
This man who was eating his meat now was as good as some of the women, and, he was better than a few. The cock was pulled in and out. The thing was shoved deep into the mouth. Stramp took in as much as he could. He was able to get the cock into his mouth all the way to the hilt. Stramp stared at the bush of pubic hair. He worked his mouth up and down on the organ. The prick pulsed. Torrence was gasping heavily.
The victim slurped the peter. Torrence pulled his prick nearly out and then shoved it back into the mouth. He thrust his cock faster into the mouth. He felt his muscles beginning to jerk and spasm, he knew that he was going to blow his wad soon. He shoved the thing in faster. Suddenly, he lost all control.
The orgasm enveloped him. It seemed to grab his body and twist him. It was as if he were being grasped and dragged down into a vortex of sensuality. Chills shot up and down his spine. The prick quivered. The orgasms built and then seared through his body. Torrence felt as if his soul was being rent in half.
Hot heavy gasps were emitted from his throat. His brain seemed to shoot down into the head of his cock. Then it felt as if the essence of his life, and the mind that controlled his body was not out of him. He tried to control his jerking body, but all his efforts were to no avail. He realized this, and gave himself up to the sensations.
There was one more tremendous jerk on his body. There under pounded in his head, and then the spasming stopped. Torrence shook himself. He felt reason returning to his body. He had control now, he pulled his cock that was still half erect out of the man's mouth.
Stramp was hot and he wanted to have his prick satisfied. He knew that if he asked Torrence to suck his cock, that he would be punished. The organ pounded, he wanted to satisfy his needs.
"Listen, Stramp you are probably very hot. I am not going to offer to blow you, but if you like I will jerk you off."
"Oh please, please do."
"All right, hand me your prick." Stramp pulled on his pants. He handed it to Torrence. The penis was stiff. Torrence wrapped his finger around the hard dork. He dug his fingers into the flesh. He pulled on the thing. Stramp yelped as Torrence brutally scratched the delicate organ. He pulled on the meat.
Stramp closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the feeling, for he was very hot. The pain of the fingers biting into his cock intensified his pleasure. Stramp wanted to come very badly. He wanted to have his cock erupt and shoot his gism out. Torrence pulled on his cock faster and harder.
Stramp sighed and then he started gasping. Pain twisted his face, as the dentist shoved one of his fingers into the fag's ass. The anus was still sore from the drilling, then the sensation of climax shook the man's body. The cock stiffened and fired and the gism flew out of the prick. Stramp was satisfied. The orgasm had relieved him. Stramp pushed his prick back into his pants. Torrence slapped the man's ass, a few more times. Then he told the man to leave. He said that the appointment was over. Stramp fled from the office.
Two days later, Torrence had another appointment with Stephanie. Stephanie in the mean time had taken her experiences to heart and she had practiced them on her husband. Her husband had been delighted with everything hat they had done. She had forced him to submit to her demands.
Stephanie was now quite into beating and domination. The technique had greatly enhanced the marriage. Gerry had given up his mistress. After all, the only reason that he had kept one in the first place was because his sex life was mundane. Torrence had helped change all that.
Gerry never knew what to expect when he got home. He might be tied and whipped. Stephanie had developed a passion for chains and whips. She liked to bind her husband with chains and beat him. She had satisfied many fantasies with her husband.
She was now out in the outer office waiting for Torrence to see her. She was carrying a curiously large bag. She had brought some goodies for the dentist. She had been beaten by him the last time, and now she wanted to reverse the roles. In her bag she carried a whip and some chains. She had resolved to have a good time with Torrence.
The nurse ushered her in and then left her alone. Before Torrence could enter the office, Stephanie had stripped. She had her clothes on the floor, covering her weapons.
The dentist came in and gasped at where he saw her. She was beautiful and he was aroused by her prettiness. His cock quickly erected when he beheld her nakedness. He wanted to hurt her again. He acted as if he had not noticed her nudity.
"And how are you today, Stephanie?"
"Fuck me, fuck me. Tor, I want that big cock of yours in my cunt."
"Dammit, Stephanie, I have punished you before about being dirty. You shouldn't say things like that and look at the way you are dressed. Very improper."
He picked up his pliers and told her to open her mouth. She opened her mouth, her fingers crawled over to the try. She found two instruments. One was shaped like a hook, the other was a scalpel. Torrence reached into her mouth and grabbed her dentures with the pliers, and as he did, she poked him with the hook and slashed at him with the scalpel
"You are going to be my slave, "she snarled. Pain throbbed in his arm. Blood spurted out. The bitch had hurt him. He was going to get even. He started to pinch her tits with his pliers, but he was too slow, she slashed across his stomach. The pain was terrific. Blood trickled out of his wounds. The stomach slash had only been a grazing slash, but it still hurt.
"Damn you, Tor, you are going to be my slave and do as I say."
"No!" Stephanie lunged at him.
She pinned him to the floor. The fall knocked him out. When he came to a few minutes later, he found himself chained to one of his chairs. She was standing over him with a whip. His eyes widened with horror. The whipped crack in the air and lashed his legs. The pain was incredible.
Torrence screamed. Stephanie smiled. This was the way she liked playing the game now. She would take no demands from anyone. She wanted to dominate. She wanted to be the one who meted out the punishment. She whipped him again. He winced in pain as the tongs lashed his stomach.
She whipped him again, this time cutting across his chest. Screaming, he tried to free himself from his chair, but it was to no avail. No matter how much he squirmed, there was no way of getting out. He was being deeply humiliated. A woman had gotten revenge. She was punishing him. He knew that he was going to break soon. He would start begging for mercy.
The pain was very intense. His chest throbbed. Blood pulsed in his cock. The pain, so intense, had affected the desire in his prick. He wanted to fuck with Stephanie. He wanted to put his wanger inside of her cunt and fuck her until she dropped. There was no way of fulfilling that desire right now.
The whip tore his flesh again. He couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't take all the pain that she was giving him. His body wracked with pain.
"Please, Stephanie, I'll do anything you want. Just stop whipping me."
"All right. But remember, you said anything." She whipped him once more just for kicks. She looked at his torn and bleeding body. The sight of it excited her. She wanted to see his cock again, too.
"Eat me out, Tor. Eat me out and let me see that pecker of yours."
He pulled his zipper down, the cock flopping out. She ran her fingers along the edge of it. She liked the feel of his rubbery cock. She wanted to play with it. She stroked her fingers on it.
His cock grew and expanded. She was arousing him, and he wanted to shove his cock into her. She got into the chair and placed her cunt in his mouth. "Eat!" she barked.
He put his mouth to her snatch and began to do as she commanded. He ate the pussy out. His tongue flicked the outer labia lips. Ooze dripped down. He licked it up.
He licked the outer mound. He parted her lips and then inserted his tongue. The tongue darted into her. She squealed with delight as the tongue reamed her out.
He pushed the tongue far into her cunt. He liked the feel of her moist pussy. Her snatch was one of his favorites. He had been very happy when he saw her again. She really aroused him. He was licking her out with great attention and care. He wanted her to come and shoot out all of her juices.
He found her clitty with his tongue. He rubbed the love knob with his tongue. She sighed and panted as he increased his speed. He moved faster and faster. She writhed and ground her cunt up against his mouth. His tongue dipped into her honey pit. He drank up all the juice that he could get on the tip of his tongue.
She liked the feel of his tongue imbedded in her snatch. She stroked on the prick with her fingers.
"Faster, faster. Eat out my wonderful twat! Listen, you motherfucker, do a good job or I'll beat the living curd out of you."
He obeyed her and increased his speed even more. He was working his mouth, lips, and tongue into her as fast as he could. He wanted her to have a great come. She dug her fingers into his cock. He yelped with pain and worked his tongue into her even faster. She moved her snatch seductively.
He licked the thing feverishly. He was very excited by the exotic tastes and smells of her quim. Then she yelled and pulled his head tight against her. She forced him to nibble her cunt and then bite down on her clitty. As she bit down on her clitoris, she shot her wad into his mouth. He reeled with pleasure as the fluid flooded into him. She thrust her cunt in short bursts up to his mouth.
Then, with one last gasp, she pulled herself away. She murmured that she was very happy and that she hoped that he had liked what she did. He said that he did. She said that was good because if he hadn't, she would have had to punish him for being a bad boy.
She undid his chains. As she did, he leaped out of the chair and grabbed her whip and one chain. She had still hidden one whip and another chain. They both lashed into each other.
He whipped her beautiful body. Cuts and welts appeared on her. He lashed one of her nipples. She screamed in agony, as she lashed at his cock. The whip tong crashed into his balls. The pain was very intense and he nearly dropped to the floor. In his agony, she whipped and beat him with the chains. His jacket was torn to shreds. Blood poured from various wounds. She hit him harder.
He counteracted her beating with his. The whip in his hand lashed against her flesh and cut into her body. Bruises rose up on her pale skin. He hit her with the chain. She screamed. The pain was delightful and she was getting very aroused again. She knew that she wanted to fuck him again. She wanted to have his cock in her cunt again. She wanted him.
She lashed out with the whip. His clothes were literally torn off his body. She beat his legs with her chains. Blood dripped onto the floor. They were both covered with various wounds.
He whipped her again. She lashed out at him. The whip tore into his exposed flesh. The excitement of the action was getting to his cock. He wanted very much to pound the thing into her. He wanted to pin her to the floor.
The fact that he was both giving and taking pain greatly increased his desire. The mixture of the two, the pain and the giving, was really good for both of them.
Stephanie liked to give pain, but she also knew that she liked and needed to get pain, from her very first experience with the dentist.
She whipped at him again. He dropped to the floor with exhaustion. She whipped across his back once more, and then she too dropped to the floor. They then picked themselves up.
They left their weapons on the floor. Torrence ran to her and tackled her. He brought her to the floor and lay on top of her. He gasped and tried to regain his strength and managed to pull his cock into shape.
The organ pulsed against her cunt. Stephanie wanted to get laid. She wanted to have a wild fuck with Torrence. They both needed each other.
His cock prodded her cunt. He pulled himself up on his hands. He pushed the stiff prick into her willing nookey. She sighed and panted passionately as the whang wiggled into her. The sensations that they both felt were excellent.
They started to hump. The cock went into her cunt. He pulled it out, or nearly out, and then slammed into her again. She writhed with pleasure. He groaned and snarled as he fucked her.
The softness of her cunt caressed his cock. He liked the way she felt underneath him. She gave all of herself to the fuck. When she fucked, she was completely uninhibited. She wrapped her legs around his fleshy thighs. She pulled him further into her. They humped and thrusted furiously. He worked his schlong up and down in the warm, tight pussy.
The fucking was very good. They both held onto each other as if the world was about to end. And in a way, it was. The world was about ready to explode.
They rode the fuck out to the very last drop. She bucked and fought as he fucked her. Her violent actions made for better insertion. They fucked with a dedication that was tremendous.
As they approached orgasm, their bodies were shaking and the semen shot out of Torrence's cock. In the meantime, Stephanie was beginning to spasm. Her quim was quivering. They approached the pit, the center of the orgasm. They were both coming. There was one final jerk and then it was all over.
CHAPTER SIX
Torrence wondered if Stephanie's husband knew about what he and she had done in the office. He wanted to convince himself that there would not be trouble. But something, gnawed at the back of his brain. Something told him to be very careful with Stephanie. He didn't know what her story was exactly, but he knew there was some reason for not trusting her husband.
The last thing he needed was a scandal. The truth of the matter was that Gerry had decided that his wife was in need of psychological help. He was afraid that she might try something with the kids. He had enjoyed the varied sex activities at first, but he wondered where she had learned that. Since, she was a virgin when they married, he knew that the only logical answer was an affair.
Granted, he had been guilty of having an affair, but his wife would never suspect him of having one. He really wanted a divorce, the relationship just lacked something, and it wasn't purely sex. Things had improved for awhile, but now they were rotten again.
He thought that he might be able to get a divorce on grounds of insanity, but his wife wouldn't go, and a lawyer friend of his, told him that it was very tricky to get a divorce on those grounds. The best grounds were infidelity.
He hired a private eye to watch Stephanie's every move. She had gone to the dentist, the detective had observed. There had been nothing out of the ordinary about her whole day. As of yet they had no grounds.
Torrence put his worried mind to rest. He finished up with the patients and went home. He was very tired and his body was very sore. It had been a busy day, what with Stephanie worked in.
He was glad to get home. He poured himself a glass of whiskey. He turned on the television set. He was prepared to have a nice quiet evening at home. The show on the set was a variety show. One of the entertainers was a singer that Torrence had met several years ago.
Her name had been Judra. She was a very beautiful girl when he knew her. He had worked on her teeth, and now she was a popular night club singer. Torrence still saw her occasionally. He would go to her club and talk to her. They had something in common, besides an old dentist-client relationship.
As he watched her singing on the show, he recalled how fine her lips were, for he had tasted those lips. He wished that his colored set was repaired so that he could appreciate the full intense red of her hair. She had a spread of freckles on her face. She was a very cute looking woman. She was about twenty-eight now. She looked like the seductive combination of a woman and a child. No one would have ever guessed that she liked to be beaten. She had been gratified many times in Tor's office.
He recalled one time at his home when they had fucked. She had come over for a visit. They had talked about how her career was going. He had asked her if she found the business especially rough. She told him that the main hassle was having to fuck many of the top men.
She said that many of the auditions ended on the couch in the inner office. She said that most of the men wanted to have their cocks sucked off. She had told him that she didn't mind cocksucking, especially a cock that she knew well, and he knew that she enjoyed it, mainly because she had sucked him off.
He asked her what she planned to do about it, and she said that there wasn't much that she could do. If she didn't put out, she wouldn't get very far. The talk about sucking dick had aroused both of them.
He told her that she mustn't suck the dicks. She asked him to punish her, he had gladly offered his hand. He pulled her down to his lap and began to swat her. She cried and pleaded with him to stop, this was a scene that they both had done many times. They were playing one of their games.
This was one of their favorite games. One of Judra's finer points was her ass. The thing was beautifully shaped. She had fine firm globes of flesh. Torrence admired them as his hand came down hard on her. She would cry and whimper and ask for forgiveness. He would deny it and beat her soundly.
Her ass smarted. As the hand would come down and beat her ass, he would grind her cunt against his cock, as a result he had a hard-on. His hand whacked her ass again. Her cheeks were still covered by her clothes, and he knew that he was going to see, had to see, that lovely rump too.
He demanded that she strip her clothes off. She undressed as he went into the bedroom and got the hair brush. When he returned the girl was completely nude. Her fine breasts were upturned and perky. Her nipples were erect.
The sight of her nude body took Tor's breath away. He gasped as he saw her. She was extremely beautiful. He had seen her naked many times but each time that he saw her, he was still affected by her beauty.
His prick pounded against the fly of his pants. He wanted to leap on her and shoved his hot cock all the way into her lovely cunt. He stared at her cunt now, the red hair covered her slit. He wanted to taste the quim, he wanted to dip his tongue into her honey pot. He loved the sight that he saw and he wanted to have her.
He ordered her over to his lap again. A group of freckles was scattered over her cheek; one bunch seemed to be headed for her anus. He leaned over and kissed each of the cheeks. She sighed as his lips were pressed against her soft skin. He liked the feel of her. But he would play with her later, now he had to go back to his duty and spank her ass.
He paddled one of the cheeks quickly. The brush was brought down firmly on the skin. She would cry and pant. He knew that her cunt was juicing like mad, he would take advantage of that later. Now, all he wanted to do was to paddle her. He applied five quick licks to one of her cheeks.
Then he turned his attention to the other cheeks. He paddled it with five swats. The first group of swats were fairly light. She whimpered as the flesh was spanked. Now, he was going to be a little more brutal. He increased his speed and quickly spanked her right cheek. The spanking and the hair brush stung her skin. She screamed in quick shorts bursts.
Now, he slapped the other cheek with his hand. Both his hand and her ass stung from the spanking. He picked up the hair brush, he resolved to beat her more vigorously. Slowly, and deliberately, he began to spank her again. Whack! Went the hairbrush. He put all of his might into the swing of the brush. She screamed and sobbed. Just as the sting was going away, he would spank her again. The swat would be a strong, burning spank. He kept this up for several minutes.
Then he stopped. He had a tray of ice cubes next to him and he applied the ice to her ass. It was both soothing and painful at the same time. The ice would intensify the stinging flesh. It would also take the heat out of the stings. After he had soothed the ass. He started again.
This time he used only his bare hand. His hand took quick whacks at her soft and succulent flesh. He would bring his hand rapidly down on the ass cheeks. She would try to stifle her cries, most of her efforts were futile. The spanking was making Torrence quite hot, he wanted to fuck with the girl.
He swatted her ass again, and then he stopped. He placed the ice cubes on her ass. She felt the pain leaving her. She came up to him and offered her mouth to him. He took her beautiful lips in his hands and kissed her. The tongue slipped into the waiting mouth. The two kissed. Their tongues touched. The saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. They kissed and the sensations were wonderful. Electric hunks of joy traveled up their spine. They thrilled at the touch of each other.
His hands traveled up to her tits. He touched each one and loved the feel of her skin. The nipples were wonderfully erect. He leaned over and kissed one of the nipples, he sucked the thing in his mouth. He nibbled on the nipple. He pulled the entire breast into his mouth. He wanted to suck on it. He did suck on it, He also licked it. She murmured passionately, as he mouthed her breast.
He drank in the heady taste of her flesh, she was drunk with passion. She wanted to feel his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste him and make love to his body. His hands traveled down to her quim. He fingered her succulent pussy. She liked the feel of his hands on her body.
He now turned his attention to her other breast, he licked it, and the nipple filled his mouth. He nibbled seductively on the flesh. She felt her pussy cream, as he mouthed her body.
His fingers went into the flesh. He parted the lips of her cunt and moved the finger in and out. He found her clitoris and rubbed it. She writhed with passion and desire. She wanted to impale herself on him. She wanted to have all of his body.
She gripped his cock and pulled on it with her fingers. He liked the feel of his cock in her hands. He thrusted his groin at her hands. The organ speared into her. She wanted to pull the thing into her. They lay on the floor he was giving her full attention with his mouth and his fingers. One finger touched her nipples. His mouth was tightly clamped over her mouth. She drank in the wonderful taste of his mouth. His tongue shot into her mouth. He licked out the inside of her soft luscious mouth. She pulled on his tongue with her lips. He sighed. His cock was rigid with arousal. His fingers worked on her cunt.
He moved his mouth down her body. He flicked his tongue at her neck, and then at her nipples. His finger stopped moving in her moist twat. He removed his finger. His mouth crept down her body. He licked out her navel. The feel of the tongue fluttering against her navel, created an intense excitement in her pussy.
She loved the feel of his mouth on her body. Now he licked her cunt, but he did not stop there. He continued licking her. His tongue touched her inner loins. He traced a delicate pattern along one of the veins that surfaced near her knee cap.
Now he flicked his tongue at her knees. He ran his mouth down her legs and then to her ankles. Finally, he sucked on her toes. The sensations rushed through her body. She was incredibly hot. He could do anything with her now, they both knew how excited she was.
"Tor, please, Tor, oh, shit, Tor, fuck me, fuck me hard. Cram the prick into my pussy. Tor, Tor, Oh."
He did not do as she asked not yet. He sucked on each one of her feet. He licked the balls of her feet. It was highly erotic, being-both ticklish and sensual. He licked her some more. She was pulled into a vortex of wonderful lust and passion. Her cunt was pounding, juices were collecting in her pussy. Her twat was filling up with the pre-fuck juices. He pulled his tongue up the backside of her legs. He worked it up to her ass. Now, he darted his tongue into her anus. He flicked his tongue at her muscles. He licked the sphincters. She cried with passion. She nearly swooned with excitement. His tongue was doing wonderful things for her.
He nibbled on the sphincters rim. Now he snarled and shot his tongue deep into her asshole. The sensations were overwhelming, incredibly intense. She was being given a wonderful fuck. This was one of the best fucks that she was getting. Only, Tor gave her the kind of loving that she needed.
He took the tongue out of her ass, and worked up her body. He flicked his tongue artfully over each bump of her vertrebrae. He licked the swellings. His tongue worked on up, he licked her neck. He bit into her neck. She gasped with surprise and joy. She writhed, as he sucked on the back of her neck. He ended up, by sucking on her ear lobes. She loved the feel of his mouth on her ears.
Now, he quickly plunged the tongue down her body. He clamped his mouth over her twat. He sucked on the lips. He took one fold of flesh in his mouth. He chewed on the succulent flesh. She screamed with passion, as he did. The mouth worked on her cunt now. He licked the swelling of her cunt. She was nearly swooning with desire. He parted her cunt lips and darted his tongue into her. The tongue lashed into her cunt. She was throbbing. Her whole body seemed to be on fire. They were thrusting at each other.
Torrence was plunging his tongue into her mouth, and she was thrusting her cunt up to meet him. They were humping furiously. The tongue searched out her twat. He found the clit and began to lick on it. The sensations burnt her body. The heat was tremendous, they were both on flame. They were so hot, so very hot.
She heaved and sighed as he worked faster on her. He wanted to finish eating her out. He wanted her to have a wonderful orgasm. His tongue was pushing on her harder now, and the tongue was imbedded deep in her cunt. She was swinging her hips. She clasped his head with her legs. His face ground into her bush. He licked out the nookey. Then in one powerful burst of energy, he licked her as fast as possible. That pushed her to the edge and she tumbled into orgasm.
Her legs trembled violently. Her quim shook, her muscles spasmed. Her juices shot out. They rushed into Tor's waiting mouth. He sucked on the juices and pulled them all out. He sniffed up her cunt. He pulled the juices into his mouth and swilled them down. Finally, he pulled himself off of her. He took his mouth away from her cunt.
His face was greasy with her come, he rubbed his face on the inside of her legs. Then he pulled himself up and started to mount her. He was burning with lust. He needed to shove his cock into her. He wanted to fuck.
He pulled his cock down to her cunt, aiming the meat at the puckered pussy and then he shoved. Bursts of light filled her mind, as the prick was shoved into her. She loved the feel of the stiff organ inside her. He moved up and down. He moved side to side. He wanted her to drink in and savor each one of the moves that he made. He was trying to be so very good, and he was exceedingly good. He was doing very well. She was swirling in a wonderful sensation.
The penis slid into and out of her so well. It touched the softness, the silkiness of her cunt. The cunt walls seemed to grab a hold of it, and kiss it. The muscles caressed his prick. She thrust her cunt up to him and ground her pubic area into his groin.
The wet sloppy sound of pounding flesh met their ears. They held on to each other and humped feverishly. They were sighing, and then the sounds would turn into growls. They were pressed tightly against each other. They were glided over each other's bodies, and rubbing was wonderful.
It created a friction, a heat that made their fire even hotter. They seemed to be in the core of the sun. They could feel the flames licking in their bodies. They could feel the intense joy of fucking and humping. They worked faster, and faster.
They both wanted to plunge into the wonderful vortex of orgasm. They wanted to feel their juices shoot out and splash on each other. They worked their bodies faster. They thought that they could feel themselves plunging into the orgasm.
On the very edge of the come, they stopped. They froze. They did not part. They rested, and let the fires of sexual excitement die down. They would build it back up in a minute, but right, now, they wanted to let their bodies cool. They kissed and fondled each other. They pressed their bodies tightly together. They would not rush anything. To the two lovers they would take all the time in the world, for to them they had all the time in the world.
While fucking the time is changed, one's perception is stretched out. Time as a concept ceases to exist. There is no longer the tick of a clock; if there is it is a very slow tick, or the time can be rapidly sped up. The time seems to melt and ooze. In the surreal land of sexuality, the clocks are flaccid.
They humped again. They pounded against each other. Their mouths kissed. Their tongues collided. They started to fuck. This time when they reached the point of the climax they would keep it up, they would not stop, they would push themselves over the edge and let it explode in a glorious and heady eruption.
His cock whirred in her cunt. Her cunt grasped it, and caressed it. He rubbed his chest on hers, he dug his fingers into her ass. The pain was nice and aroused her.
Torrence bit into her neck. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. She gasped. They grown, they writhed. They wanted the orgasm to go on forever, and never stop. The fucking continued to build.
They tore into each other. The climax approached. They could feel it coming on. They knew that soon they would explode together. Their bodies ground against each other.
"Fuck me Tor, fuck me harder. Grind your prick into me. Hurt me make it hurt, Tor. Oh, shit. Yes, yes, it's so good. Bang my box, bang it baby."
Her fingers reached down and felt the tool enveloped in her pussy. She wrapped her fingers around it. She rubbed the cock and also her twat. Her fingers increased their passion. They pulled on each other. They could feel their bodies approaching the speed of light. They knew that soon they would be tearing through it. They knew that the orgasm was going to be tremendous. They wanted to make it last for a very long time.
"Judra, shit, oh Judy. Give it to me baby. Make it happen. Good. So very good. I want it. Fuck, grind, fuck me harder. Push, ah, there, there. Here, here we go. Faster. Yes."
They pushed it harder and faster, and then they started to shake and pound against each other. They knew that it was on them. They shot through the light. They were faster than the speed of light. They were gushing, exploding, rupturing and the come flew out of their bodies.
Their bodies shook and they emptied themselves. The come surged into Judra's pussy. They humped and thrust themselves once more. They could hardly stop the shaking and jerking. Eventually, the sexual feelings ebbed.
Judra finished singing her song. Torrence took another drink from his glass. Yes, he thought, she knew how to sing and she knew how to fuck. She was a very talented woman. The rest of the evening was rather boring. He tried to amuse himself with the television, but only felt dulled into sleep. The plots of the shows had been repeated a thousand times, with only the names and the places changed to protect the innocent.
He went to bed. He was very tired and he needed the sleep. In his dream, he found himself outside of his mother's room. He heard gasping. He heard his mother screaming, he thought that she was in terrible pain. He went to help her. He wanted to help his mother. He knew that he would have to do something. He didn't want her to be hurt. He opened the door. His father was standing over her. His penis was big and stiff, he looked like he was part snake. The snake writhed and bit his mother in her private parts. He wanted to kill his father. He wanted him to stop hurting her. He ran into the room, the snake was now deep in his mother. It looked as if the snake was never going to come out of the warm deep hole. Torrence knew that he had to do something. He went to his father.
His father snarled at him. His hands went down to Torrence. They grasped him. His body hurt. His father was hitting him. Now his father was going to strap him into a chair. Torrence was strapped into a dental chair. All the machines and the drills looked terrifying. He wondered what kind of pain they caused. He thought that he would die in the chair.
Now, his father's hand hit him. In the face, the hand cut across his face. His cheeks were swollen, they were red and flushed. There was another whack. Tears rolled down his face. Suddenly, Torrence's mother appeared. She showed her cunt to Torrence. Torrence wanted to feel it. As he reached out, he was hit again. They laughed at him.
Torrence could feel himself aroused. Blood was flooding his cock. He felt the rush and tingle of sexual excitement. Their bodies pounded together. They humped and whizzed. Everything was getting confused. There was another whacking. His ass hurt. But he wanted to fuck. His mother and father were fucking in front of him. Torrence tried to close his eyes. He didn't want to see. They punished him again.
The snake was wiggling. Everything was swirling about. They were pounding at each other's bodies. They were fucking faster. And now it exploded. They come shot from their bodies. Whack, whack, went someone's hand.
Torrence awoke the next morning. The dream did not remain in his head, except for a mild sexual arousal. His cock was aroused when he awoke. He didn't think about going out and fucking anyone. He simply put his fingers around his cock and jerked off.
As a child he had never masturbated enough. He was still trying to forget the chastising his mother and father had given him. For a long time Torrence had regarded sexuality as a dirty and ugly thing. He had started jerking off shortly after he got to school, college. His frustration with Suzanne had led to more hand action. He had at one point told himself that it was evil to beat his meat. He used to get a bad case of acne. Not because one gets acne if they jerk off, but because he believed that he would, to psychosomatically punish himself.
Torrence looked at his limp pecker. His sheets were wet. He crawled out of bed. He left the house. He wasn't in a very good mood. He was hardly in the mood for Miss Chester.
Miss Chester was an old spinster. She at one time had been a high school English teacher. She had retired and now it seemed that her primary occupation was pestering Torrence. She really didn't need much dental care, but she was always imagining tooth aches. He had pulled out all of her upper teeth. Not because they needed to be pulled out, but because she thought they needed to go. And he had done it, because he knew that if he didn't some other dentist would, and he might as well get the money.
She was his third patient. She often wondered if the old bitch had ever gotten laid. He thought that she probably hadn't or she wouldn't be an old bitch now. He often thought about raping her. Not that she was pretty, or desirable, but just for a kick.
He cleaned his tools as the old biddy came into his office. He looked up and there was the spectre. She had these sagging tits that at one time had been firm and beautiful, but they like her cunt had been wasted.
"Good morning Torrence."
"Morning, Miss Chester."
"I got this terrible ache in the back of my mouth."
"Oh, well let's see what it is." Torrence knew that there was nothing in her mouth that could possibly give her any pain, but he played along with the game.
"I don't see anything, Miss Chester."
"Well, I know that there is something hurting. Oh, I can feel it now. It's just the most terrible ache I have ever had."
"What would you suggest."
"I think it is a cavity and ought to be drilled out. You know what I hear recently, some of the high school girls been getting pregnant. They have been doing terrible sinful things. And their boy friends are doing drugs. I don't know what's going to happen to this generation, Torrence. Well all probably go to hell and burn for eternity.
"I have tried to talk some sense into their stubborn heads, but they won't listen. I have caught some of them smoking cigarettes in the back of the school yard. I live right across the street, and I have a clear view of what's going on. I figure that the teachers appreciate me telling them what their pupils do."
Like hell they appreciate her nosy ways, Torrence thought. He thought about the sinful things the kids were were doing-it was called fun. The kids were enjoying themselves and this old bitch, was trying to squelch it. Torrence thought that he had realized the essential cause of the generation gap. The kids were having fun and the adults weren't. Jealousy was at the root of the entire phenomena.
He was sick of Miss Chester telling him what to do, and sick of hearing her gossip. He reached up and ripped open the top part of her blouse. Her sagging tits, fell out. They were disgusting looking. The spinster screamed. Her mouth gaped open.
"You have never been fucked, have you?"
"What, you are the most terrible man."
"Fuck you, I am going to show you what you have missed all of these years." He pulled his electric drill down to her pussy. He was going to really drill her. She wiggled and tried to escape, but Torrence had a firm grip on her body, and he wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"I'll get you in a lot of trouble for this."
"The hell you will, you old bitch. Everybody thinks that you are nothing but an old trouble maker, that should have died years ago. No one's going to believe anything that you have to say. They'll think that you just made it up. I have an excellent reputation in this town. Now, shut up and let yourself be fucked. I would suggest that you just he back and enjoy it."
"Why you pervert." He slapped her. She lay in the chair. Her eyes were wide open, partially in fear and partially in excitement. He felt her soft sagging tits. As long as one didn't have to look at them, they felt good. He turned on his drill. He ripped off her underwear.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"You wanted me to drill you didn't you?"
"But not there."
"It makes as much sense to drill you there as it does to drill your teeth. You had nearly perfect teeth, and you wanted me to remove them. I did, but only because, I knew that if I didn't someone else would."
The drill went down to her pussy. It was whirring now. There was nothing on the head of the drill. He started to push the thing in. She screamed in fear.
The drill went in to her. Torrence was enjoying this. He laughed as the spinster screamed. He crammed the thing inside of her. She nearly split in two from the screaming and carrying on.
The drill pushed at the pussy. Something that had seemed to be dead in the old woman was coming alive. She could feel something inside of her begging for attention. It was the same thing that she had known years ago in the back of a Stutz Bearcat. And now here it was again.
The drilling was painful. Very painful, especially, for a virgin. She screamed, but at the same time, something exciting was happening for her. She was feeling the old sensations of sexual arousal. Yes, she had almost been laid several times, but she always said no. After so many dates, everybody just gave up. There was no chance for a husband, and her life had become very bleak.
Now she was sitting in a dental chair and being raped by a mad dentist and his drill. The pain and the pleasure tore at her. She didn't know what to do. Torrence was enjoying the writhing sagged tit old bitch. He jabbed the drill into her cunt again. She was screaming in terror. The drill obviously hurt her. Then she started to shake. Her quim was juicing for the first time in years. The old dry cunt was coming to life, and coming. She couldn't control the warm wonderful feelings that overtook her body. After that session with the dentist, Torrence never had any problems with her again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Torrence saw Stephanie several more times. He was seeing her about three times a week. The private detective that was assigned to keep a close eye on her was beginning to wonder why she saw the dentist so much.
Torrence did not notice, but on several occasions, he was followed home. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the dentist, or at least there didn't appear to be.
The detective's name was Charlie Street. He was a tough cop-he had to be a tough cop-New York was his beat. He had done many things and received several citations. The easy life of the private detective had appealed to him and he had become one. He hadn't had many problems in becoming a licensed investigator. He still had the thrills of police work, but at a much better salary.
His primary duty was getting evidence for divorce trials. He had seen many things-things that would make a younger and more sensitive man sick. But for Street it was just his job, something that he enjoyed. He had been the chief source of information on over a hundred divorce cases.
He did some checking up on the dentist. He found his early life to be impeccable. He had had an affair with one young woman. There were no police records. His college career had been amazing. There was nothing on Torrence.
Perhaps Stephanie was just a very dental-conscious woman. Something bothered him about it. But he couldn't get anything on Torrence. He didn't know what to do. If there had been someone else, he would have forgotten about the dentist. But there wasn't anyone else.
Street talked to Gerry. "Listen, Gerry, I can't find a damn thing that makes any sense. I don't think that your wife is fucking around."
"She's got to be; I've noticed scratches and marks on her body that I'm sure I didn't give her. I mean, Street, I know where I scratch my wife and those aren't my marks. I'll swear to it."
"Ger, it isn't enough. A few scratches aren't going to hold up in court, and besides that, I wouldn't mention them if I were you-your wife could get you on cruelty charges."
"But shit, Street, something funny is going on. I really want that divorce."
"Level with me man, why do you want that divorce?"
"My wife's sick and she needs help and she won't get it."
"Sorry, but I don't believe it. What's the story here-the real story?"
"I want to marry another woman."
"I should have figured it out. Husband gets bored, husband has an affair, husband wants divorce, and has to dig up the grounds, which he really doesn't have."
"I have grounds, I'm almost sure of it."
"Does your wife brush her teeth a lot-more than three times a day, say?"
"No, she's really pretty bad about it. She usually brushes her teeth about once, maybe twice. What the fuck does that have to do with my wife having an affair?"
"Maybe a lot-I'll tell you later."
Three days later, Street had an appointment with Torrence. "Mr. Street, I am your dentist, let's dispense with formalities-I'll call you Charlie, and you can call me Tor. Is that all right?"
"Fine with me."
"Good, now what seems to be the problem?"
"There isn't any, I just want to have my teeth checked."
"Yes, I can see that it's been a very long time. I'll have to run some x-rays on you." Torrence gave Street a series of x-rays. His teeth were in terrible condition.
"Well, Doc, what do you think?"
"About a hundred dollars in dental care-that's what I think. You have eight cavities. Two will probably have to be extracted. I would like to get started on them right away."
"But Tor, I er-well."
"I am going to start right now." Two hours later, a numbed-mouth cop walked out of the dental offices. He had two fewer teeth in his mouth, and no new evidence. He also lost any trail on Stephanie. The whole day had been a total disaster. Street went into his favorite bar. He had resolved to get stinking before the day was over.
A drunk walked in off the street. He started talking to Street. "Yessir. Yessir, you never know what the youth of today are going to do. Marijuana rots out your teeth, I hear."
The mention of teeth set Street's mouth to throbbing; he wanted to punch the drunken sot in the mouth, just to shut the son of a bitch up. Then he decided against it. He didn't need to get into any more trouble.
"Whas you name-you can call me Sid, cause thas my name. Sid-my mother gave me that name, bless her heart. Shes a dear woman, she is. Oh, mother, I am a rotten son. I am a son of a bitch. Mother, forgive me."
"Name's Street. I am a cop. And if you don't stop bugging me, I'll throw you in the can."
"The hell if you will, you couldn't-you couldn't-well, I'll bet you couldn't do whatever it was that you couldn't do. Call me Sid."
"Lissen, Sid. I am gonna punch your fucking drunken brains out if you don't go away."
"Street, huh? Thas a funny name. Cop? Cop Street. Thas a good name for a cop, it sounds tough. Whas your middle name, Alley?"
"No, you lopsided, staggering, intoxicated mother fucker, my middle name is not Alley, it's Freeway." They both laughed. They called for another round of drinks. Halfway through the drinking session, Street was plastered, and he discovered that he was paying for all the drinks. But he passed it over.
"Oh, Street, I'll never forget the time I went to this dentist. He was such a mean son of a bitch."
"Yeah, they gotta all be sadists or something."
"Yep, you can betcha eye teeth-oops, sorry about that."
"It's okay. There's not much pain any more, and if there was, I wouldn't give a shit."
"This guy had me screaming and everything. And no one came and helped me out. I thought that I was going to die in the chair, so help me, that's what I thought."
The words sunk into Street's head. There was some significance there, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Something about screaming and no one hearing.
About three hours later, Sid stumbled out into the night. And eventually Street followed. When he awoke the next morning, he had a hell of a hangover. His eyes were red. His throat felt like it had been set on fire, and then wiped out with an ammonia solution. He stood at the toilet and wretched for nearly ten minutes.
He wanted to scream, but that would have only given him a headache. He thought about the word scream-now what did that remind him of. Something. Oh, now he recalled, it had happened in the bar. Sid had said something about screaming in a dental office and no one coming to help. And of course, no one would come, because everybody was used to hearing screaming in a dental office. It was the thing that one expected. If you go to a dentist's office or a doctor's office, you always expect someone to scream.
Street wanted to go back and check that out. He had another appointment in a week. He would wait until then, but now he thought that he had something. Say that there is a man who likes to hurt people. Stephanie had strange markings on her body, or so her husband said. Where would be the best place to torture someone-in a doctor's or dentist's office.
Maybe Torrence was a practicing maniac who got his rocks off beating people. Wait, his mind told him; if he did that, wouldn't there be complaints? Not if the patients liked what he was doing. And if others got beaten, it was possible that he was blackmailing them in some way-maybe back bills.
But there was still no evidence, and nothing that could prove anything. He had to find Stephanie being fucked by the dentist and that was going to be difficult. He was going to have to rush the office and that was absurd-it would blow his whole case.
Something else occurred to him-if Stephanie and the dentist were having an affair, wouldn't they meet somewhere else? It would seem that they would, but they weren't. He knew everything that she did. And she was always home at the right time. She never went out at night when her husband was home, or even when he wasn't.
The best way to get the goods was to be there at the same time that Stephanie was-to have an appointment right after her. That way, if he heard excess screaming, or any screaming at all, he could rush the office and see what was going on. That was going to take some planning. First of all, he was going to have to find out when her appointments were scheduled.
During his next appointment Street tried to look at the appointment book and find out when Stephanie was scheduled. It was no good. He couldn't make anything out, except his name. He had three more appointments. He was going to have to find something out before that was over.
Late one night, Street broke into the doctor's office. He was very professional about the whole thing and left no evidence of a breaking in. He went to the appointment book. There were no appointments in it. Maybe she called in, just before she came to see the dentist.
At this point, he hadn't been to see the dentist in about two weeks. Street searched the rest of the offices. The only suspicious thing was a bunch of rope. There was nothing else that seemed to indicate anything.
Street was stuck, and he didn't like being stuck. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling. He always wanted to be on top of everything. He thought about bugging the dentist's phone-the office phone. Too much trouble, he figured. He would just have to wait. And convince Gerry to wait.
Torrence, in the meantime, was having lots of fun. He was fucking Stephanie every now and then. The nurses knew what he was up to, but they were loyal bitches. He had dominated them from the minute they had shown up. They were very faithful to him. It was a good thing that Street had not approached them, or Torrence would have known about the surveillance of his office.
Torrence was also seeing Doris. Doris was full of surprises. She had shown up one day. Her cunt was juicing for the erotic sensations that Torrence had shown her. She had learned that pain can be a lot of fun.
She was in his office waiting for him with a wet twat. She had packed a whip in her black bag and she was going to teach Torrence a thing or two. She was going to beat the fuck out of him.
She had fantasized about this for a long time, and now she was going to put her plan into action. She had wanted to beat the stuffings out of Torrence, but she didn't know exactly how to do it.
Her plan was simple. It had taken her a while to come up with it, but she had finally conceived of one. She had packed some rope in her bag, and a whip. She would put Torrence in the chair and tie him so that he couldn't escape, then he would be whipped by her. The mere thought of having the dentist beaten turned her on.
She sat in the chair now, waiting for the doctor to show up. He came in, and his eyes were excited by just looking at her. She was a very attractive woman and he wanted to fuck her so bad. He was getting a hard-on just thinking about her gooey fur pie.
As he approached her, she lashed out with a mind-boggling fury. She hit him in the stomach with her feet. The blow tore into him. He collapsed into her chair. She quickly got the rope. He was trying to move, but the pain that was pounding in his stomach dazed him.
He found himself bound in the chair. He had no idea as to whether or not she would let him out. She quickly pulled off his pants. His pecker was stiff with excitement. She teased it with her mouth. She flicked her tongue out at the head of the cock.
She ran her tongue along the shaft of it. The dentist sighed with pleasure, but he knew that she had more in store for him besides a suck. She stroked the cock. It was now fully erect. She quickly pulled her clothes off. Her nipples jutted from her breasts. Her blond hair fell seductively over one tit.
Her quim quivered. She wanted to fuck, and fuck him hard, but there were other things that she wanted to do first. She fingered herself and felt the moisture that was dampening her cunt. Her slit was slimy.
Torrence watched in fascination as the girl fingered her beaver. Her breasts were heaving with excitement. She sighed and kept fingering herself. Juice was beginning to ooze out of her. She thought about the way in which she was going to hurt Torrence. She was going to beat him bad. She was going to make blood pour out of his body.
She thought that she was going to have a great deal of fun. There was something very exciting about all of this. She started to groan now, her cunt pounding. She stared at the dentist's prick. The thought of it in her was good. She fingered herself quicker and quicker. Her body was beginning to shake.
She thought that was going to come soon. And then it happened. Her beaver was exploding.
"I am going to beat-oh, oh, oh-the shit out of you, Tor-oh, yes, yes, and it's-yes, yes, yes, yes. I'm coming-oh, sweet shit. Ohhhhhh. So good. The blood is going to tear out of your body. I am going to whip you, you son of a mother fucker. Ohhhhhhh."
Her whole body shook with excitement. Her orgasm riddled her body. Her cunt was sopping with juices. She was satisfied for the moment, but there were many things to do. She went to her bag and got out the whip. She cracked it in the air. The thought of pain brought beads of sweat to the dentist's forehead. He was terrified by the crack of the whip.
Doris cracked the whip again. As she jerked the thing out to hit Torrence, her blond head snapped. The thought of the pain that she was going to give Tor filled her with excitement. She cracked the whip and it lashed out and tore into the flesh of his leg. He screamed.
Doris laughed. She lashed out again. The thong of the whip tore into the other leg. Again, it lashed out and tore across his knee cap. He screeched. Pain throbbed in his legs. He kicked. There was no relief. She aimed the whip and struck into his groin. He screamed again.
The pain was incredible. His loins were on fire with pain. He wanted to do something-anything that would ease the pain. He wanted to shoot his body full of novacaine. At least his body would have been numbed. She cut into him again with the whip.
Now, the thongs tore into his chest. Blood trickled from the wounds. She cut into his chest, and laughed as he groaned. Tears rolled down his cheeks. She went around the chair and whipped his ass. The leather cut severely into his fleshy ass cheeks. She was enjoying the pain that she was obviously giving the dental deviate. She wanted him to know the pain that she had known. She cracked the whip again. An angry scar was left on his rump.
She could feel her pussy surging with excitement. She wanted to have him eat her out She couldn't decide whether to do it now, or wait. She finally decided to wait. She stopped whipping him for a few minutes. She was tired. He panted and cried.
She cracked the whip around his head. He looked at her and was filled with horror. He had no idea what she would do next. For all he knew, she was going to slice his prick off.
"Please don't hurt me any more, Doris."
"And why shouldn't I? You didn't mind hurting me."
"But that was different"
"Bullshit The only difference was that you are getting hurt now and not me. Be a man and take your punishment. You're whimpering like a baby and it's making me sick."
"Please, oh please, have mercy. I'll do anything that you want."
"No." The whip rent the air again. The leather cut into his shoulder. He nearly swooned. They were both enjoying themselves, for although Torrence was feeling unbearable pain, he also still had an erection. The prick was aroused by the sight of the nude and the sweating blonde, and the pain.
She cracked the whip again and it tore into his butt. He thought that he was going to die. He thought that he wanted to. He wanted her to kill him so that he wouldn't have to endure any more pain. She wouldn't hear of it. She wanted him to be reduced to a quivering mass of protoplasm. She wanted him to volunteer to be her slave. She lashed him several more times. Then she stopped.
"Eat my cunt, you sorry excuse for a man." She got up on the chair and shoved her pussy into his face. "Eat it, and lick it up. I want you to smell like pussy when you get through."
He gasped and his mouth clamped over the damp and angry gash. His mouth and lips teased the folds of flesh. His lips were pressed firmly to it and they began to rub the delicate flesh of her pussy. She tensed her body as he began to mouth her. She ground the box into his face. His tongue dipped into her box.
His cock was fully aroused. He thought that it was going to explode at any moment. He didn't know how long he could eat the cunt. She dug her nails into his neck and pulled his head closer to her box.
"Eat. Eat it, you fucker. I want that to be a good sucking job or I'll beat you until you can't see straight, and then I'll beat you some more. Would you like that?"
"No, please don't beat me. I'll eat you out good. I promise; you will never be eaten out like this again."
"You better not be lying to me; I would hate to have to beat you. But if it is necessary, I will."
She shoved her cunt back into his mouth. He gladly dug his mouth into the softness. He darted his tongue in and out and it reamed out her cunt hole. It was very soft and silky in there. It was delicious. She had a very tasty twat. She probably had the tastiest, tangiest twat in town. His mouth savored the richness of her flavor. The heady aroma of cunt was sucked into his nostrils.
She crammed her pussy into his mouth. His teeth nibbled on the outer folds of skin. He took each fold into his mouth and sucked on it. She liked the way that he was mouthing her, and she realized that it was one of the best sucks she had ever had.
The tongue-rimmed out the cunt hole. Then he found the projection that was her clit. He wanted to take it completely into his mouth and suck on it. He tried-he sucked and flicked the thing with his tongue. He tried to cram his tongue into her as far as it would go.
She loved the feel of him inside of her. She was panting heavily. She wanted to come. She wanted to feel her insides nearly bursting. She thrust her cunt at him faster. He licked it with his tongue. He sucked and pulled on her fleshy folds. She knew that it couldn't last much longer. The sensations were too intense. She liked visiting Torrence, and she hated to wait every six months. Her cunt was soppy with aroused juices.
Her head was pounding. She was going to come all over him. She knew that it wasn't going to last, and she started to buck. Her cunt was thrusting like mad. He would dip his tongue in and she would thrust her pussy out.
The sensations were quickly reaching a peak. There wasn't much time left. It was coming on stronger and stronger. Suddenly, they jerked. The dentist pushed his tongue in as far as it would go. She was shaking violently. Her quim cut loose. She was fully into the orgasm.
There was no controlling her body now. She had let herself go too far in and now there was nothing that she could do. Then as quickly as it started, it was over. She picked up her whip and started whipping the dentist. He could hardly take the pain. It was terribly intense. They both looked at each other.
The leather was tearing into the body. His soul felt as if it were being eaten alive. He thought that he was going to die. She whipped him a few more times. The shock on his body was tremendous. He didn't know what to do. He hoped that she would soon free him. He needed to get free.
He was able, after a long talk, to convince her to stop and free him. She finally complied. She let him out of the chair. She should have known better for he now bound her in the same chair. He looked at her. He was certainly going to have a lot of fun with this delectable little dish.
He picked up the whip that she had left on the floor. Crack! The thing ripped across her belly. An angry welt rose up. He lashed at her again. The whip cut into her loins. He started whipping her furiously. Her body was beginning to be covered with whip marks and welts.
Crack! went the whip and her shoulders were set on fire. Now he looked at the wonderful quim. He lashed at it and cut her in her pussy.
"Oh, shit, shit. That hurts me, hurts me bad. Tor, stop-I'll do anything, but stop whipping me."
"All right, but remember, you said anything."
"I mean it."
"Good." He whipped her once more, just to make sure that she would stay in line. Then he dropped the whip, and took off her ropes. Before she knew it, he was inserting a drill in her pussy. He had turned it on and the device was twisting and turning. It made a little noise that was enough to drive someone crazy. The thing buzzed and whirred.
The drill went into her. She screamed. She kept her legs wide letting the drill go into her cunt. It whizzed in and out. It was tearing at the softness of her cunt. She did not know whether she could take it or not. The pain was tremendous. But instead of only hurting and nothing else, her cunt was passionately awakened. She wanted him to hurt her some more. This was going to be great fun, he thought. The drill dug into the softness of her body. The feelings were fantastic. The girl was shaking with, excitement.
She was in heaven.
Her body began to shake. She was shaking violently. Her mouth opened and the moist lips parted. She screamed and then gasped with pleasure.
And the drill was shoved into her harder. Now she could not stop shaking. The juice poured out of her cunt. She could not control her body. There was nothing that she could do, except come. And she came. Her juices were vast and wet. Her body was covered with aroused sweat. She shook several times. Then the wonderful intensity of the drill in her cunt stopped and the machine was removed. There was blood inside of her but now it was oozing out. It had been a very good fuck. And the mixture of pain and passion had been just right.
Torrence looked at her. His prick was throbbing. He wanted to be pleased and he hadn't had his chance yet. He told her to get out of the chair and lie down. She did as she was told. He asked her to spread her legs slightly and she did. She hoped that whatever he was going to do would give her a lot of pleasure. She had already come several times, but she was all ready to go again, and she really wanted to shoot it out. She would never tire easily.
Torrence fingered her pussy for a moment, and then changed his mind. He wanted her to he on her stomach with her ass sticking up. He shoved her roughly and she turned over. Her scrumptuous ass was now clearly visible.
He brought his hand down quickly onto the ass. There was the angry redness of spanking clearly in view. He spanked her again. He liked the feel of her ass as he swatted it with his hand. Whack! His hand came down again. The pain here was not so intense, and it was highly erotic.
He prodded her anus with his fingers. It was tight inside of her, but it didn't bother him. He crammed his finger into her bung hole. She squirmed and screamed. He shoved his finger into her more. He wanted to fill her body with a variety of different pains. He leaned over and in the course of fingering her ass, he bit her.
His teeth sank into the soft white globes of flesh.
Again, there was a little scream. He rammed his finger into her. He bit her again. His teeth tore at the flesh. She was tossed into her own whirlpool of pain and passion. The hand swatted her ass again. Reeling in a chaotic mixture of pain and pleasure, she tried to find her way out, but it seemed hopeless. She could not tell when one started and the other stopped.
Torrence was having a great time with her body. He was getting very aroused just watching her ass writhe and contort with pain. Whack! His hand came down again.
Her ass was covered with a rash of red flushes. Torrence was thoroughly enjoying himself with the beating of her body. It was time now that he got his rocks off. He went to the table that was near the chair and got a pair of plier-like tools. He came back to the girl. He positioned himself over her mouth so that she could eat him out. At the same time, he was positioned so that if he wanted to, he could eat her out.
Now he began to pinch her with the pliers. He was growling with passion. "Eat my cock, you little cunt. Put my whang in your mouth and suck on it until your mouth is filled with my jazz. Get to it."
She started to put the cock in her mouth. Just as the head of it passed her lips, he pinched her fiercely on the inside of her legs with his device. She screamed. Her voice was filled with pain and agony. She stifled an urge to bite into his penis and tear it off. She let the thing push into her mouth. She licked on the head of the cock. She wanted to give him pleasure, just as he had given her exquisite pleasure.
It was all very good. The cock took a plunge at the wet and tender mouth. Her lips were placed firmly around the head and she began to suck. She sucked faster and faster on the throbbing tool. Torrence thought that he was going to erupt inside of her mouth very quickly. He pinched her several more times with the pliers. She was writhing and screaming He rammed his cock into her. She went down on the entire thing. All of it was in her mouth. The cock was into her up to the hilt. She liked the rubbery texture of it and the fine taste that it gave her.
They were fucking faster now, and she had her mouth completely around the pulsing pecker. Torrence moved the organ up and down. The passion was great. Now he plunged his head in between her legs and snarfed up her cunt.
His tongue plunged into her soft and gooey pussy. The organ licked all of the ridges that it could find. It licked on everything. He took the soft folds of flesh into his mouth and sucked on them. Every now and then he would pinch her ass or her thighs with his pliers. She would scream and work her mouth harder and faster onto the thing.
She ground her cunt into his face. And he ground his cock into her face. She squirmed and took the thing into her mouth. It tasted very good. They were working on each other very fast now.
Their pace was building. They both knew that they would be coming soon. Then there was the sweet rapture of gasping and groaning. They flailed their arms and legs. She jerked her body, and he twisted his. They poured their come into each other. They melted, or seemed to melt together. They lapped up the last drops of come.
Their bodies parted. Doris got dressed, packed her whip and her rope, and left, promising to see Torrence again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Charlie Street still had nothing on Stephanie. He had lots of suspicions, but no proof. He hated to tell that to Gerry, her husband, but that was the way this case had gone so far. There just wasn't tangible proof.
"Gerry, I don't know what to say."
"Street, you know what I wanna hear. I want you to tell me that you have some proof that my wife is two-timing."
"All I have so far is some hunches. And those aren't very good. I think that they are interesting, but that doesn't do a damn thing for us. We're going to have to have some proof. I think that she is definitely fucking Torrence Zange, the dentist, but I haven't got any proof. I got a feeling that his nurses are pretty loyal, and they wouldn't talk. I sneaked into his office one night and the only things that looked suspicious was a large coil of rope. That's it. Nothing else."
"What the fuck am I supposed to do, wait until Christmas?"
"No, not necessarily. All we have to do is somehow manage to get a nurse into the dentist's care. I know a great policewoman that could do the trick, and pass for a dental technician without much trouble, but it's going to cost."
"Before I put any more money out, I want to know why you think it's the dentist."
"Okay. One-your wife doesn't even worry about brushing her teeth, yet she sees Zange two times a week sometimes. Two-she doesn't ever go and see anyone else, and no one else comes to see her. She's got a less suspicious case than you do. It would only take about three hours to prove that you fuck around."
"Okay. She goes to the dentist a lot. Now, you tell me that she likes pain with her sex. And what better place to get pain than in a dentist's office. If she screams, who's gonna complain? No one; what's unusual about pain in a dentist's office? Next thing is that Zange doesn't seem to have much of a sex life. He had only one affair in school, and something went wrong with that. My men are running her down. But it might take a while-more than likely, she's married-maybe even more than once. There's nothing that I can do to hurry that up. But what I'm getting at is that you would think that in all those years he would fuck around-no proof, not even any indications. And that is nearly conclusive evidence-that he does fuck, and he does it in his office."
"Okay, sounds fine, but you are gonna have to prove it."
"I know; do you want me to try and get the nurse thing going?"
"I guess, but how are you going to arrange it so that she is able to replace someone?"
"It ain't easy, but it can be done. I have some friends in high places, and low too. We'll be able to do it. Practically no sweat."
"Okay, let me know what happens."
"Don't worry about it, Gerry. We'll have this thing wrapped up in about a week."
"I sure as hell hope so." Gerry finished drinking his scotch and soda and then got into his car. As far as Stephanie knew, he was going to play poker with his friends. They had been covering for him for a long time. And they would continue to do so. Only once had she ever doubted the fact that he might not be playing poker.
If the truth were to be know, she couldn't have cared less if he got a divorce, but she wanted him to fight for it. She didn't want to give it away that easily. After all, there were the kids.
Gerry pulled up in front of the apartment. It was a nice, clear night in New York. Strange, he thought, it does get to clear up here every so often. It's reached the point in New York, L. A., and Chicago that when the sky is clear, everybody is suspicious of something. It does the same thing that an eclipse used to do to primitive man.
He rang the buzzer. Greta answered. He went in. She was waiting for him. She had drinks poured. She was dressed in something comfortable, which meant that she was not really dressed at all. He slipped a hand around her waist, and kissed her gently on the lips.
Stephanie would have been very jealous of the whole scene. Greta was a beauty-a knock-out. She had thought of being a film actress at one time, but then changed her mind when she realized how much of a racket it was. She didn't want to be any part of it.
Greta was tall for a woman-nearly five foot ten. She had long blond hair, and flashing blue eyes. She was very stunning. Her tits were clearly visible in her flimsy gown that she wore to greet Gerry in. The nipples were a dark red-brown.
They kissed, their mouths pressing tightly together. Gerry's hands went to her breasts. His cock was bulging. She pulled away and laughed lustily.
"Later Gerry. First I want to know how the detective is doing."
"The shithead is having a rough time. I don't know how long this is going to take, but it's really upsetting me. I just got to try and relax. I'll go out of my head if something doesn't break soon."
"There, don't get all upset; it isn't worth it. There's no rush. We have plenty of time left. We have years. It's not like I was pregnant or anything."
"I know, Greta. It's just that I want to get the whole mess over with. I want to finish it up now. I hate to wait for two or three years, or even a few more months. Shit, I guess I am just impatient."
"That's one of the reasons why I love you. It's your impatience. It gives you lots of charm."
"Thanks."
"Does the cop have any kind of proof?"
"Nothing tangible. I trust the guy or I would have fired him a long time ago. I know this kind of thing goes slowly. He just has leads-a few hunches, and no proof or real evidence. See, if he could just get some real evidence, the whole thing would be over quickly, but it's difficult to do. Both my wife and the dentist are being very careful. I guess the dentist doesn't need the scandal, and my wife wants to keep me. I just can't figure out why. We don't love each other any more. We hardly ever talk to each other. Shit, we have a pretty rotten life, as far as I can see it."
"Lover, she sees it from an entirely different angle than you do. She not only sees you, she sees security and kids, and all the things that most women want. I can understand why she won't let you get a divorce quickly. More than anything, she probably just wants to put up a good fight."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Of course, I am, don't forget, a woman, and I know what and how a woman thinks. And this woman thinks that she is hot for her lover. Kiss me."
Their lips were pressed tightly together. They felt each other up. Their hands ran up and down each other's body. Gerry grasped her tits. He pulled her robe off with one hand. Her breasts were full and beautiful. He wanted to eat them. He wanted to cram them into his mouth and eat them alive. He wanted to swallow them. His hot tongue flicked the nipples.
Greta sighed and lunged her breasts at Gerry as he licked on them. She could feel the heat of her body rising. She wanted to make love to him. She never wanted the fucking and the creaming to stop. Her skin was burning with desire. Their lips were once again pressed together. She parted her moist, desirable lips. He darted his tongue into her hot mouth.
Her saliva was sweet and had the wonderful taste of ambrosia. He was panting fiercely. All he could think about was cramming his prick into her body. She would heave and sigh. Their bodies would be crushed together and the lush and wonderful sensations of climax would be upon them, but that was all to be, and as of now they were only playing with each other.
Gerry stroked her wonderful breasts with his fingers. He tweaked the nipples with his fingers. They pulled on the flesh. They held each other. They pressed their bodies together, claiming to never leave each other. They heaved and clung. They gasped with passion and arousal.
Gerry's prick was erect and ready. He wanted to enter the wet softness of Greta. He wanted so much to have her underneath him.
Her tongue licked the back of his neck and then she flicked it at his throat. He nearly swooned with passion. Shit, he thought, this woman really knows how to do it. He thought about his wife, who had once been good in bed. He wondered what had happened to her.
He wondered what had happened to the both of them. Something had gone out of their relationship-not just their sex, but their entire life together. Something was now stale and dead, that once had been fresh and alive. They used to do more things together. That was now difficult, because of the kids, but it wasn't impossible and he realized that. They could certainly afford to hire a babysitter.
Why had they become bored with each other. He realized that he hadn't tried to create too much sparkle in their life. If they went to a party, they always left early, for no particular reason-they just did things like that. Their whole relationship had become a set of unspoken rules.
Always leave a party early. Never have more than respectable sex. Never have a public display of affection. And the funny thing was that neither one had really wanted these rules. They had just happened, more or less. Nothing had been planned to turn out mundane, but it had.
They had nothing more exciting than a string of parent-teacher meetings, and a few church club and social affairs. Their whole life had gradually become a collossal bore-a drag-their life together was a drag, but it never had to be this way. It didn't have to come out this way, but it had, and now they were trapped, and there didn't seem to be any way out They had let themselves enter a bog and now they were stuck in the mire and the muck of boredom.
Greta certainly wasn't boring. She always had fresh and exciting things to do. She knew all the good theatre to see. She knew what movies were good. She was a great mistress.
Would she be a good wife? Would she be satisfied with the salary that he made as a teacher? He was going into debt very fast. There was the huge cost of the divorce pending. And the detective wasn't going to be cheap. And Greta was a fairly expensive mistress. No, he wasn't keeping her. He only took her out to things. But even that cost money.
The answer came to him. Of course she would be a good wife. She loved him. And that was the important thing. She loved him. Stephanie surely didn't love him any more. She couldn't have. There wasn't any way that she could have loved him-was there?
He put away all these disturbing thoughts and let Greta make love to him. They were still stroking each other's body. They were caressing and kissing. They brushed their hands across the soft, wonderful flesh of each other. They savored the soft, pliant skin.
Greta looked at Gerry. Her eyes were glazed over. They were very hot for each other. Greta helped Gerry undress. She wanted to get his clothes off and then feel his wonderfully massive cock. The cock was going to feel tremendous in her cunt. She thought about the thing pulsing and surging inside of her. She wanted to feel the thing splash and soar in her body. It was going to be a fantastic fuck.
They were both nude now. Her hands ran down to his cock. She stroked it. The prick surged. It lifted its head and seemed to smile at her. She ran her fingers along its edge. She poked her fingernails at the head of the cock. She tried to slip her nails in between the soft, resilient flesh. She wanted to make her man feel wonderful.
Gerry was very hot. His soul felt as if it were going to shoot out of him. She brought her mouth down to the cock. She pressed her lips tightly to it. She licked on the cock. The cock was rigid. The organ felt rubbery and good. She licked her tongue up and down the shaft. A pearl of cream formed on the head and she licked it.
Her cunt was creaming. She wanted him, and she was very hot for his body on top of hers. She licked his cock a few more times. He surprised her by bringing his head down between her legs and snarfing out her cunt. She screamed with passion and excitement. She ground her cunt up into his face. He smashed his face into her box. They panted and gasped. They worked faster at each other. They were about to explode in each other.
They stopped lapping each other out. They separated their mouths from the genitals. Gerry pulled his head away from the delicious mound and folds that made up Greta's profound pussy.
Greta pulled the dick out of her mouth. She slurped it once more, giving it a resounding smack. They both hugged each other. They were really hot now. They wanted to fuck.
Gerry, rolled her on the bed. He wanted to have Greta fuck him. She laid the prick on his stomach and then positioned herself over it. She pulled her cunt across it. The warm flesh tingled against her. She sighed deeply and repeated the movements. The cock was teasing her clit. She knew that it was all right if she came first. She worked herself up and down on the cock. She did not have the thing inside of her. She was merely rubbing it so that it was touching her clit. She was gasping with delight. The cock moved up and down next to the pussy folds.
She increased her speed. Gerry was enjoying her voluptuous movements. He knew that he wouldn't come, but it did not matter. He wanted her to come first. She was rapidly approaching her orgasm. The cock was touching her clit and it was very good. Faster, she moved her body. Gerry was stroking her stomach and occasionally mouthing her boobs. He was also thrusting his loins up and that was making the cock rub more into her.
The cock rubbed her love knob and then she came. She shook and sighed. Hot gasps were emitted from her throat. She nearly screamed. It was good for her, very good. She spasmed, and screamed once. Her quim was flooded with fluids.
She rolled over. Gerry kissed her once. His mouth was clamped over hers. His tongue picked her mouth. And now he mounted her. He inserted his prick into her. She screamed as the thing entered her. She loved the feel of the throbbing cock. She came again.
He started to move now. He jammed it into her. She cried once. Her gasps were full of passion. He crushed her body with his. Now he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him so that he could get a better entrance into her cunt. They swayed back and forth, his cock plugging deeply into her. It was very good for both of them.
They were fucking faster now. They were picking up speed. He never wanted to stop. He wanted to feel the wet, greasy feel of her loins forever. He wanted to always be inside of the tight cunt. He never wanted to leave her. He slammed against her again. She whimpered once more. She cried, and then laughed lustily. She was very passionate now. And he was taking full advantage of her excited state.
They could last no longer. It built and built and then they came. Their bodies shook and they poured their juices out. They held each other. And they pressed themselves tightly together.
The orgasm was over. They had fucked and it had been very good. But that was nothing unusual-they always fucked well. And they always came together.
In the meantime, Charlie Street was working out his plan. He wanted to make sure that one of the nurses had to be replaced. The plot was easy. They would simply get the girl drunk, drop a pill in her drink, and one of his doctor friends would call up her place of work and tell them that she would be out of commission for a while, and that she had recommended a certain nurse. It was that simple.
One of Street's men found the nurse they were looking for-she was a luscious blonde whose name was Estelle. She had the easiest job next to the receptionist. Street's man picked her up in a bar and got her drunk and slipped her the pill.
The next morning, Zange's receptionist got a call from the hospital that Estelle was out of commission for at least two weeks, and that she had recommended Pippy Earns. They called Pippy Earns and she showed up for an appointment. Zange was impressed with two things-her record and her body. She had tits on her that wouldn't stop. She had dark black hair that was cut in a Sassoon. She looked like she would be a great lay. Zange hired her almost immediately.
Once she got the job, the other nurses began to hint at Zange's strange habits. They said she would just have to adjust. She didn't know exactly what they meant, but Street had told her to be ready for an S and M caper.
Zange was depressed with the fact that Estelle would be out for a while. He thought about the first time he had made her prove her loyalty to him. She had been a fiery bitch. He loved all of his nurses, but especially the blonde bombshell, Estelle.
She was a full-breasted blonde. One of his favorite kind. He always like to fuck those twitches-they were always a challenge.
She had been working for him for about a month. He had told her that he wanted her to stay after work. She had been a little reluctant at first and then she had agreed. He had thought about seducing her, but that didn't seem to be as much fun as raping her. He liked to have a fight.
He fingered the scar on his face. It was barely visible. One could hardly notice it, but as he thought about Estelle, the pain jumped to his face. She had given him that scar. And now he was fond of it. Shit, he thought, she had been quite a fuck.
She had also nearly killed him. He remembered the way that it had happened. He had told her to sit in the chair; there were a few things that he wanted to show her that he thought she should know about-things concerning dentistry.
"Dr., Zange, I really don't think that I missed anything in school. They are very good, and they taught me everything," she had protested.
"Estelle, I am the denstist here, not one of the instructors at the dental school, and I think that there are certain dental experiences that you lack."
"All right, what are they?"
"Simply this," and he tore her blouse off.
"Son of a bitch," and kicked him in the nuts. He bounced back, rubbing his genitals. Her kick had not hit him square in the balls.
"Bitch, I am going to fuck you good."
"The hell you are." He grabbed her from behind, and they struggled to the floor. She tried to kick him again, but she missed. He was on top of her body, and he bit her on the tit. She screamed in pain. He slapped her across the face. She dug at him with her fingers. She tore at his back. The pain leaped up his spine. He struck her again.
His cock was pulsing and erect. He wanted this bitch a lot. She had excited him. And he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her. He liked fiery bitches, and Estelle was certainly fiery.
She managed to grab his cock. She tried to crush it in her hands, but the squeezing only aroused Torrence more. He reached out and tweaked her nipples. Her flesh felt good in his hands. He was very aroused.
At the same time that he was being excited by the nurse, she too was beginning to get aroused. She had discovered that she fucked best when she was angry. She struggled with the dentist and managed to roll him off. She aimed another kick and hit him in the thigh. He was moaning. She reached out for the dental table and got a hook. He saw what she was doing and got some pliers. He reached out and pinched her on the breast, and at the same time her hand came sharply down and the hook tore across his face.
The impact of the blow knocked his glasses off. His face was throbbing. The pain was very intense. He didn't know what to do. Estelle backed up when she saw what she had done to his face. She quickly got some alcohol and a gauze, and came back to him and put the bandage on his face.
It stung at first, but it then eased the wound. He had needed the alcohol. His face still hurt. His mind was raging. He wanted to teach the nurse a lesson. She picked up the hook again, but this time to no avail. He knocked it out of her hand.
He tripped her and she fell to he floor. His hands held her down and he planted his lips on hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth. The smell of alcohol filled her nostrils. The bulging cock thrust at her and rubbed against her pussy. She was filled with lust for the dentist. She wanted to have his cock in her.
Her tits were bleeding. Her body was in pain. He tore at her tits again. Her nipples were erect. They burned into the palm of his hand. She struggled with him, but she began to submit. If the wound on his face wasn't going to stop him, there wasn't much that could, she rationalized.
The sight of him on top of her and the way that he was feeling her body increased her arousal. She kissed him on the nose. Then she put her mouth on top of his and fluttered her tongue into his mouth.
She pursed her lips, and he shot his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on the tongue as it entered her mouth. She thrust herself against the dentist. Torrence liked the way that the blond bitch was acting.
First, she nearly tore his face off and then she was cooing and aahing like a woman in heat. She was a strange girl, but he liked them like that. He wanted only to have women who were odd in their love making.
He never wanted to fuck a woman who did not react. He had no use for them. He wanted them to do something. He found that women who just lay there and didn't even breathe hard were very frustrating. Estelle was very exciting because she was a challenge, and like most men, Torrence like a challenge. He wanted to have them put up a fight, and then go soft and fuckable on him. He knew that those kind were the best in bed. They had no inhibitions about what they did or how.
Estelle pulled at his shirt. She wanted to have him in the same state of dress that she was. They struggled for a moment, and then she managed to rip his shirt off. As the material came into shreds, she clawed at his chest. The nails bit into his flesh, and the pain was enough to make him hotter.
He thrust his cock against her. Her hands went down to the bulge. She wanted to put her fingers on it and squeeze the thing until it would very nearly pop. Her fingers came down on the organ.
He screamed as she crushed it. Her fingers went further down and pulled at his balls. The balls were filled with pain. The dentist reacted and kicked out. His leg hit hers. They both groaned. Their faces were contorted in pain.
They dug into each other. Fingers tore at flesh. They bit into each other. Blood trickled from various wounds. The sexual desires of both were very intense. Torrence could wait no longer. He tore at the bottom part of her dress. It came off in his hands. They both stood up now and she quickly took his pants down. They had nothing on but their underwear now. Her panties were black and lacy. His shorts were boxer shorts. He could make out the outline of her pussy. She could make out the bulge of his cock. Their hands reached out and touched each other. His fingers moved up and down on the soft cloth, and his fingers were in the groove between the folds of flesh.
Her fingers reached out and stroked the mass that tried to escape from the tight shorts. As she looked the bulging cock, her pussy began to juice, and the finger that was touching her was helping her to get even hotter. She tore at his pants and the cock bounced out of his shorts. She looked at the tool.
She surmised that it could do the job that she so desperately needed to have done to her cunt. He tore her panties off. He was greeted by the sight of a bushy blond muff. He had never seen so much pubic hair in his life. He had a sudden desire, without telling Estelle what he was going to do, to go down on her. He quickly went down on the girl. She gasped at the feel of his tongue in her cunt.
The tongue went in and out, and he lapped up the beginning liquids. They were soft and tasty. He liked the feel of the velvety skin. He sucked on her, and she cooed. They fell to the floor. His head was between her pale white thighs. His mouth worked up and down on the cunt. His tongue darted into the pussy hole.
She sighed and thrust her box up. With each upward thrust of her pussy, his mouth came down and sucked on her. The feelings were delicious. There was a warm, wonderful sensation that surged through her body. The feelings were tremendous. They both were panting, and they were both hot for each other. They clasped onto each other. They kept working on each other. His mouth pulled and sucked on her cunt. Her cunt was moist and wanting now.
His cock was being stroked by her loving hands. She ran her nails up and down the stem of the cock. She grasped the instrument voluptuously. She was doing good things to his cock, and as a result he was murmuring and moaning.
"Tor, eat, eat it, baby. Put your mouth on my cunt. Touch it. Snarf it up, Tor. Oh harder, Tor-eat me harder. Grind in, push your face in there. Push it harder down. Fuck me. Oh yes, fuck me. I want to get fucked. Oh shit, yes."
The sensations were building faster. She could feel his mouth working harder and faster in her cunt. It was getting better and hotter, and she knew that she would be coming soon.
Then it happened. Her legs jerked, and she ground her box up against the licking mouth. She ground the cunt up to him with all of her might.
Her juice shot out of her quim. She quivered several more times and gnashed her teeth and then she jerked her body once more. She rested. Torrence licked her cunt one more time. He was getting ready for the fuck. He wanted to make sure that she was really hot. He felt like fucking all night long, and he wondered if she were up to it. He knew that he was certainly up to it. He took his mouth off of her scrumptuous box. He looked at the matted, wet hairs and thought about the joy that he had given her.
He like that thought.
His cock was pounding. He wanted to fuck her very much. He stroked her body one more time, and then he mounted her. He spread her legs and pointed his cock at her cunt. The prick needed no further prodding. It knew exactly what to do. The cock worked its way into her soft and silky smooth cunt. He loved the feel of Estelle's pussy.
She wiggled hit butt as the cock worked into her. She wanted that cock to fuck her until she couldn't fuck any more. The cock worked up and down in her pussy. They held onto each other. They were building up speed. They crushed their bodies together. Their hands moved up and down each other.
Their mouths were forced tightly together. They touched and knead each other. They licked the way they felt, fitted so tightly. They fucked harder and faster. Their groins ground against each other. Sometimes, they would make circular motions. At other times they would merely thrust up and down.
The fucking was getting more feverish. The orgasm neared, and then they exploded. The fuck had been a good one. They wasted no time in starting to fuck again. They fucked for several hours.
Torrence smiled and the room came back into focus. Yes, he thought, he was going to miss Estelle, even for a month.
CHAPTER NINE
Pippy Earns had been a policeman, and a good one. She had a very good record. She had been in situations that required a quick mind and nerves of steel. She had both of these qualities-she had to quit the force soon after Street. They had been more or less lovers. She wanted to make, more money, and they both knew that there was plenty she could do in undercover work.
She had been working for Torrence for two days. The only thing that there had been to report to Street was the hints that the girls made about Torrence. Nothing definite yet. What they really wanted was to have Pip take some pictures of Torrence fucking Stephanie.
Pip had a very small camera that she kept on her person, in case something came up. On the fourth day, what she had hoped would happen did.
Stephanie showed up for an appointment. Pip managed to take a few pictures of her. They weren't of any real use, but they at least established that she had been there. Pip took her to one of the offices that had a counter window. She had checked this out before, and there was enough of a crack so that she could photograph from there.
Everything was set. Pip left the room. She arranged herself so that she was near the office. She waited. She certainly hoped that they would get all the evidence that they needed. There had been a lot of money spent on this caper, and she hoped that it had been worth it.
Stephanie waited in the office. Her pussy was hot and drippy. She wanted to have that old dentist fuck the shit out of her. She had brought a paddle with her. She liked to change the instruments of punishment. Variety was the spice of life, and she liked to do as many different things as possible.
Zange walked by Pip and told her that he was going to have a long appointment with Stephanie and not to disturb them. She knew that meant that there was going to be some fucking. She attended a few patients, and told them that the doctor would be there as soon as possible, but that he had a very ill patient, and it might take him a while; he might not get to them for an hour. They all agreed to wait.
Pip went back to her station. She was tempted to take a picture. She brought her camera up and focused. Stephanie had her hand on his crotch. Pip started to bring the finger down on the button. One of the nurses walked by and Pip froze and quickly brought the camera down to her side. She knew that her health wouldn't be in very good shape if his nurses caught her.
She waited until the coast was clear and then took a photo. No fucking yet, but some fondling. That might be enough right there. But she wanted to get a picture of fucking if she could. There was no doubt that a picture of such a thing would be positive proof in court.
Stephanie and Torrence kissed. Their lips were pressed together. His tongue went into her mouth. The taste that tingled his mouth was good. Her saliva was sweet and succulent. His cock was hard. He wanted to fuck Stephanie and fuck her good. He was going to have a good time with her. They hadn't been together for several days, and he missed her quim.
Stephanie unbuttoned her blouse. His hands sneaked in and stroked her boobs. They pulled off the blouse and then unbuttoned her bra. The tits were large and full. Torrence stroked the globes of flesh that hung from her chest. The girl felt wonderful-her tits were fantastic. All during this procedure, Pip was taking pictures. She walked away for a few moments, and tended to the patients again. She wanted to get fucking down on the film. She felt that she had enough of the foreplay.
Back in the room, Torrence chastised Stephanie for being a sex kitten. He said that he was going to punish her, but before he could do anything, she shoved him away from the chair and threw herself on him. They tumbled to the floor. She was on top of his body. She took his pants off. His fleshy ass looked at her. She took her paddle and started to whack at him.
Pip was able to get a picture of that. He was crying as Stephanie spanked him. The paddle came down hard and scored the ass. He was quivering and asking her to stop. There was no talking her out of the punishment. She swatted his ass again. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks. She certainly was full of surprises.
She was quivering with excitement. She loved to beat this man's ass. And she had no qualms with being spanked herself. She knew that in a few moments, she would hand the paddle to Torrence and he would spank her. It was their game-their way of making love. She spanked him harder. His ass was on fire, and it looked a bright red. She paddled him again. The air was filled with the exploding sounds of swatting. Whack! Whack! the paddling was filling Torrence with passion and pain. He lusted for Stephanie's body. His cock was ready to fuck her good.
She stopped beating him. He rubbed his ass. Their hands went out and they touched each other. His fingers closed over her tits. Pip got a good picture of that. They wasted no time at completely stripping. They embraced each other. Pip took several photos of that.
Little did Stephanie and Tor know what the consequences of their love would lead to. For it was going to be very bad for them. They would have to deal as best they could with the pictures that Pip was taking, and would turn over to the lawyer.
For Pip would not rest until she had gotten the evidence to convict Torrence, or something to stop him with.
And Stephanie would have to deal with what was said about this incident. This love making.
Of course, when Stephanie was notified that her lawyer had pictures to show her and she saw them she called Torrence. She knew she would have to talk to him about the whole thing and hope he decided, as she had, to settle out of court.
"Hello, Torrence," she said that day.
Then she told him the whole mess.
"I wonder who did it. Someone is going to pay for this. It must be one of my nurses. I wonder if it is Pip. Could be, but then how did they know that Estelle was going to be sick? Listen, Stephanie, everything is all right. I'll talk to you later. Right now, I want to get to the bottom of this thing."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"No, it's all right. You did the right thing. You could have decided to take this thing to court, and that would have really been a mess. Bye."
He hung up. He was fuming. One of the nurses was a spy; it had to be one of the nurses. There wasn't anyone else that could do it, and the most logical one was Pip. He decided that he would take care of her that night.
"Pip, I was wondering if you would mind staying a few minutes tonight."
She knew what he was after-her cunt, and she wasn't going to let him get it. But if she said no, that might throw suspicion on her. She told him that she really didn't want to, but that she would. Just in case something got out of hand, she put a pair of scissors in her purse.
Everyone else had gone. He called her into one of the rooms. As she walked in, he grabbed her by the arm. He threw her to the floor. She kicked at him. He pinned her to the floor. The struggle was arousing him.
"AD right, Pip-is that your real name?"
"Yes, of course it is, you silly bastard. Get off of me. I don't fuck creeps."
"You'll change your mind."
"The hell if I will." She took a kick at him-he was hit below the knee. The pain shot up his leg. He hit her in the face.
"Listen, cunt, I know about the pictures. Who put you up to it?"
She made no facial reaction. She wanted to keep her face straight. "I don't know what you're talking about, you fucker."
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. I want to know when you took those pictures."
"What pictures?"
"The pictures of me and Stephanie screwing."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He crushed her body with his weight. She squirmed and managed to get part of him off of her. She brought her fist down into the small of his back. He rolled off of her as the pain shot through his body.
She jumped up and got a pair of scissors out of her bag. He pulled a scalpel off of the table. He slashed at her and managed to rip her blouse. Her boobs fell out. He was aroused by the sight of them. She jabbed at him with the scissors. The sight of her naked breasts had given him the hots. He pulled off his pants. His cock bobbed up and down. He slashed at her. She jabbed at him. She got his shoulder. The pain shattered his body.
"Zange, I am a policewoman. You are under arrest for attempted murder."
"No way. If I have to, I will kill you."
"No, you can't be that stupid. There's a very tough cop who knows about you. If I die, you'll get it. And this cop doesn't play easy."
"We'll see about that." He slashed at her again. He came too close to her and she kicked up, knocking the scalpel out of his hand. At the same time, she threw the scissors on the floor. She could take care of the dentist without any weapons, once he was disarmed.
He tackled her. He crammed his groin into hers. He bit down on her nipples. Her hand smashed into his back. He was dazed. The pain was tremendous. He lay on the floor gasping. She got up and rushed out of the office. She pulled on her coat and hid her boobs.
She rushed down to Street's office. She walked in. Charlie was sitting at his desk. She looked at him. Her face was flushed.
"Pip, what happened?"
"That maniac just tried to kill me."
"Okay, let's go get him and put him in the clink."
They stopped down at the police station and notified the cops. They all pulled up in front of the building. When they got to the office, there was no one around. There was only the remains of a struggle. There were torn clothes on the floor.
