Nikki stopped and watched as Howard Friedman struggled out of his ridiculous, flowered undershorts. His cock was a huge, thick veined sausage with an angry purple head. The tip was already smeared with a sticky coating of pre-cum.
Inwardly she groaned. Christ, how could an old dip-shit like him be packing an eight or ten-inch monster like that?
Friedman finally got the undershorts off of his ankles and kicked them away, then stood up eagerly, his heavy prick waving wildly in front of rum. He saw Nikki eyeing it and flexed proudly. "Not bad for an old coot, huh? Think you can handle this, baby?"
Nikki resisted the urge to say something smartass and instead unhooked her bra and let her 36-DD's spill out into the soft light. As soon as the air-conditioning hit them, her nipples immediately began to harden. She watched Friedman's eyes widen as he took in the huge, white globes, his mouth opening hungrily as he began to breathe hoarsely. Christ, she thought, in a few minutes he'll be puffing and wheezing like an old steam engine! He backed up several steps, his eyes riveted on her nipples, then bumped into the bed and toppled backward onto it.
Nikki smirked smugly as she tossed the bra aside. She guessed she had control of the situation again, all right! She lifted her arms gracefully over her head and pirouetted slowly in front of him.
"Think you can handle these, Jocko?" she asked saucily.
Friedman gave a low growl and lunged for her tits with both hands, but she stepped back quickly, undulating her hips at him as he nearly tumbled off the bed.
"Come here, you horny bitch!" he rumbled, his eyes glazing with lust.
"But, Howard," Nikki said playfully, sticking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, "I'm not undressed yet. Don't be so impatient!"
"Aw-w-w-w," she answered tauntingly, dancing up close to him then jumping back nimbly as he reached for her. "What's the trouble, Howie? Are we horny tonight or something? Do you want to get your big, hairy hands on poor little Nikki?"
The beefy talent agent cursed angrily and started floundering his way off the bed, so Nikki turned her back on him and whipped the baby blue panties down over her ass. The sight of her lush, naked buns staring him in the face stopped Howard Friedman cold, his tongue lolling helplessly out of his mouth like an overheated sheep dog.
Nikki peeked back over her shoulder and had to turn her head to hide a smile. This poor bastard was like putty in her hands! She looked again and saw him sitting on all fours at the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to the twin mounds of soft, white flesh that she was slowly gyrating before his face. Gradually Nikki bent forward from the waist, wriggling her panties lower and lower, exposing more and more of the deep, fleecy treasure trove between her legs.
She glanced beneath her arm to see Howard's reaction, and this time she couldn't help herself. She burst into a giggle of girlish amusement, the sound of her laughter tinkling gaily through Friedman's large, expensive apartment. He was sitting therein the same position, like a statue, and now his tongue had started moving, involuntarily, up and down, up and down with the motion of her body. It was like he was trying to eat her pussy by remote control!
Nikki leaned clear over and caught her ankles, then bent her legs at the knee. She heard the whooshing intake of breath as her woolly, young cunt gaped open in front of Friedman, framed by the firm, tender meat of her ass. Remaining in this posture, she stepped carefully out of one leg of the panties, then shuffled slowly backward toward the bed.
When he realized what she was doing, Friedman roared with anticipation, then reached out and caught her by the hips, dragging her furiously back onto him, his tongue slurping fiercely at her vulva, his nose poking directly into her asshole. His attack was so violent that Nikki lost her balance and rolled on top of him, squealing, then managed to catch herself against the wall. Underneath her she could feel Howard's hot, wet tongue stabbing and lapping feverishly, seeking desperately to break through the soft, hairy lips of her pussy and thrust up into the hot, juicy channel beyond. The -smothered, slobbering noises he was making made her feel like she was sitting on top of a warthog in heat.
Nikki decided to take pity on the poor bastard for a moment. Bracing herself against the wall, she lifted her hips slightly and adjusted her pelvis, bringing her pussy into better alignment with Howard's face. Then, bending one knee" under her for support, she lowered herself directly onto his flicking tongue, spearing the thick, slippery hunk of flesh deep into her steaming cunt. Howard growled loudly from under her ass and Nikki couldn't help gasping herself as a swirl of delightful sensations prickled through her tight young snatch.
"Eat it, Howard. Eat it, baby!" she urged, slowly rubbing her pussy back and forth on his flailing tongue. "Oh, God ... Does it taste good?"
Howard growled again and reached up with one hand to toy with her large, soft breast. Nikki was surprised that his touch wasn't especially rough; she could feel warm sparks of pleasure nipping at her as he pinched and tugged the creamy flesh. She reached down and grabbed his cock, standing up rigidly now, long and hard as a whaler's harpoon. Gently she frigged her fingers up and down the warm, stiff shaft, smirking as Howard bleated urgently and began bucking his hips in response to her strokes.
God, Nikki thought, the problem here was not going to be how to get the old bastard off, but how to keep him from cumming all over the place before they'd even gotten started! She stared at his huge, throbbing tool and wondered how many shots it would be good for. She gave it a calculating squeeze. God, it was a big, hard bastard, that was for sure! She knew Friedman was close to sixty years old, but the amount of slimy moisture leaking from his prick-head was already more than some guys shot altogether!
Nikki decided to make it easy on herself.
She humped her pussy upward away from Friedman's ravaging lips and tongue, drawing a loud cry of protest from the agent.
"Hey, where are you going, Sweetheart?"
"Relax, Howard," Nikki told him, flipping over and stepping off the bed. "You're such a bossy bastard, you know that? Now just lay back and relax ... and shut up!"
Nikki took a peek through her dangling brown hair as she knelt on the edge of the bed and seized Friedman's jutting prick with both hands. He was lying back, his eyes closed, peaceful as a lamb. Just like she'd thought! Most of these gruff, bossy mothers, who were used to getting their own way all the time, were really closet pussycats. It had been so long since anyone bossed them around that they usually went for it unquestioningly, whether out of surprise or just as a welcome change.
Nikki began a slow, sensuous, up-and-down motion with her clasping hands, exerting a firm, squeezing pressure as she stroked from the tip to the base of the talent agent's huge hard-on. He gasped and groaned helplessly as the sensations raced through his loins. His hips began to pump rhythmically in response, his toes digging into the sheets, his big, rough hands coming up to tangle themselves in Nikki's soft hair.
"Au-ugh, God!" he moaned harshly, starting to lift his ass up off the bed, trying to jam his pecker deeper and deeper into Nikki's clutching grasp.
"What's the matter, Howie, baby?" Nikki asked gently. "Does it feel good?"
"Aw, God ... you little bitch," Friedman choked. "You ... you know it does!"
"Aw-w, Howard," she said sweetly. "You say the nicest things to a girl."
Friedman had the sense of humor to want to chuckle at that, but the effort was squashed flat by a stream of new thrills as Nikki took her left hand and probed beneath his heavy balls with her long, painted fingernail. She scratched it gently back and forth under his balls as his hips arched upward uncontrollably, then slid it upward and probed deftly into the crack of his hairy ass.
"No, no, stop! Jesus Christ! That's enough of that," the big man told her suddenly, reaching down and pulling her hand out of his ass. "Come on, forget about that, baby, anyone can do that shit. I want to see you suck it!"
Nikki looked up and saw the blaze of lust glinting in Friedman's eyes. Now she had him just about where she wanted him.
"Suck it?" she repeated, running her tongue tantalizingly across both her full, red lips. "Like this?"
She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around and around the gooey, sticky head of Friedman's towering prick, licking until she cleared away the heavy coating of cum that had built up on it. Then she opened her mouth and slowly slid the angry purple crown inside, grazing it deliciously with her teeth as it went past. She closed her lips and used her tongue to exert a slowly increasing pressure, then she sucked furiously for about ten seconds, her head twisting back and forth, with only about two inches of Howard's rigid meat in her mouth.
Then she stopped abruptly and lifted her head, mouth still open, a long, curving strand of saliva connecting her lips with the talent agent's pulsing penis.
"Is that what you meant, Howard?" Nikki asked innocently. "Aw, Jesus, you little minx! Yes, goddamit! You know it is! Why are you being such a bitch about this?"
"Well, Howard," the girl said, sitting up and becoming much more businesslike, the only contact between them the loose grip of her left hand with which she was lazily jacking his cock, "I'll tell you. You see, I think the two of us are going to have to get a few things straight before this goes any further."
Friedman looked at her darkly and flexed his pecker against her sliding fingers.
" ... That is, a few other things straight," she added, glancing down at the steel-hard staff of flesh.
Friedman did not smile. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded.
"What the fuck am I talking about?" Nikki echoed. "I'll tell you what the fuck I'm talking about, Howard-what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?"
The talent agent glared at her, his gaze dropping to her pouting, puckered nipples, then returning to her face.
"What, do you think with my body maybe I can't find anybody else to hump me but some asthmatic old bastard with bourbon breath and a gut like Santa Claus?"
The turgid penis flicked back and forth again in Nikki's hand.
"That's not all I've got, Pussylips," Howard Friedman said.
Nikki looked down at his cock. The huge helmet was already completely smeared with drool.
"Yeah, I'll have to admit that," she replied, letting a note of honest admiration creep into her voice. She closed her fingers and stroked the shaft affectionately.
"But I didn't know that in advance, Howard," she continued briskly, returning to her former businesslike tone. "And besides, big, hard cocks are a dime a dozen ... I know where to find plenty of them on a lot younger guys than you."
"Well, Sol Mandelbaum said you-"
"Oh, fuck Solly Mandelbaum!" Nikki spat. "In the nose! He told you I had a hot box and you owed it to yourself to take me around the block a couple of times, right?"
Howard sighed with resignation and a look of exasperated helplessness settled on his face.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to drag it out. I get it. Another fucking gold-digger ... literally and figuratively."
Nikki chuckled gaily. "Oh, Howard, you've got the cutest sense of humor."
"Yeah, well, I wish I could say the same for you," he mumbled grimly. "Okay, Harry Carey Sr., what do you want?"
"Who?"
"You wouldn't get it, dear."
"Oh, yes, I do get it, goddam it!" she cried. "Treasure of the Sierra Madre, right? Harry Carey Sr., Humphrey Bogart, and somebody else. Errol Flynn? See, that's what I hate about you fucking bigshots, you think you're so goddam smart and nobody else knows a goddam thing! Especially if they've got tits and a cunt! 'Oh, she's just another dumb twat, not good for anything but screwing; no brains, no nothing!' "
"Okay, then, Supercunt, what do you want?-You know what I love about you bimbos? You're all so goddam super-you're so smart, you're so talented, you're so all-around fabulous-not a one of you is just another silly piece of ass! Oh, no-o! And yet where do you all show up? In the goddam sack, trying to extort some sort of favor from somebody with your horny little bodies! Right? Now why the hell is that?"
"Because you assholes force us to-!"
"Oh, bullshit, force you to! If you're so goddam talented, why don't you just break through on sheer, shining merit?"
"You know why, you sonofabitch! Because all you old bastards have things so closed up, and cliqued up, and screwed up in these industries that there's no way in hell anybody can break in on just talent alone! One chance in a million-and then you've got to just happen to be in the right place at the right time, having a goddam soda or something when Louis B. Mayer walks in!"
Friedman looked at her for several moments, and then a small, crooked smile chiseled its way into his glum expression. His cock was still as thick and hard as a marlin spike.
"I say again," he said finally. "What do you want, Supercunt?"
Nikki gave his cock an unnecessarily hard squeeze and Friedman winced, but he didn't say anything. So ... the old bastard was tough, too, huh? Nikki liked that, in spite of herself.
"I just want something," she told him, "I'm not sure what. A part, an understudy role, or maybe some kind of a photo layout. I'm a model, too, you know."
"Su-u-ure," Friedman said. "Aren't you all?"
"Well, what have you got?" Nikki felt the turgid flesh jumping in her hand again and added, "Besides a pecker the size of a volleyball standard?"
"Oh, Christ," the agent sighed, "I don't know. I don't suppose there's any sense in asking whether you can act ... "
"Yes, I happen-"
"Yeah, right, I know-Lady MacBeth, Joan of Are, Blanche DuBois-just name it, you can do 'er. Well, look, I don't hand out parts of any significance to people I haven't had a chance to watch. I do have a professional reputation, believe it or not."
"All right, then, how about a shoot?"
Friedman paused thoughtfully and Nikki suddenly bent forward and attacked the crown of his big prick with her tongue, swirling and stabbing and lapping furiously until all the sloppy cum was cleared off again. Then she sat up, licking the sticky liquid from her lips while she looked directly into his eyes.
"It's only a matter of seconds until you can be shooting off in my mouth, Howard," she told him. "And you're lying there blowing it."
Friedman chuckled. "Instead of letting you do it, huh? Okay, fair enough. I do have something that you can probably do. It's a beach shot; swimwear, accessories and all that shit, and they're gonna be doing it down in Baja or Mexico, somewhere around the Gulf of California. They want all the big rocks in the background. How does that sound?"
"That sounds pretty good," Nikki said.
"All right, then, let's get back to business," Friedman said gutturally, hoisting his hips into a steady, jacking rhythm.
"No, no, no, now-wait a minute," Nikki stopped him again, her hand remaining motionless on his pulsating pole. She giggled briefly, then told him: "Howard, it's really flattering to see that you think I'm so young. I'm really twenty-three, you know ... "
"Well, what-?"
" ... But you obviously think I'm so young that I just fell off a fucking Christmas tree, or something!"
"What the hell're you talking about?"
"Contracts, Howard, the contracts. Let's see all this swell-sounding Baja bullshlt in writing. I know you wouldn't try to snow a nice girl like me with a verbal agreement that you didn't have an intention in hell of keeping!"
Priedman chuckled again, ruefully, cynically. "Okay, okay, God Almighty. They're on my desk over there, in the box on the bottom. Four of five of them. Bring them all, and grab a pen, too ... Unless you come so well-prepared that you've got one hidden on you somewhere."
Nikki bounded off the bed and carefully tugged the contracts from their resting place. Immediately the name on the top one leaped out at her: Franco Finnelli, one of the most visible rising stars in the fashion industry.
"Oh, my God!" Nikki squealed. "Franco Finnelli! You've got to be kidding!"
Friedman's lips twisted sardonically. "I thought you might like that."
"Oh, my God! Why, that's almost too good to be true!" Suddenly she stopped and the girlish delight froze on her face, her eyes narrowing abruptly. "That is too good to be true! Why the hell would you give me something like this, Howie, baby?"
Now a genuine smile broke across the talent agent's weather-beaten face. "Jesus, are you suspicious! It's the only thing I've got, that's all. The only thing that's going off any time soon, anyway, and I figure if I suggest something more than five minutes in the future, you'll probably make me lie here waiting, just like this, until you fucking get back or something!"
"Now it was Nikki's turn to smile. "Well, when is it going off, Howard?" she asked, leafing through the documents as she crossed to the bed. "There isn't any date on any of them."
"Your wonder-boy there is why there isn't a date on any of them," Howard said, taking them from her hand and pulling out a blank one. "We're waiting on Mr. Magic Finnelli to get his goddam schedule cleared up, and then as soon as I hear from him, they're leaving right away. The bastard should've already called me by now, and I'm expecting to hear from him in the next five to seven days."
He pulled the pen from her fingers and paused dramatically. "I presume you don't have any ironclad commitments that will cause a conflict during that time?"
Nikki regarded him with a wry smile. "Very funny, Howie. Just make the contract out, baby, and I want mine to look exactly like Franco Finnelli's!"
"Sit down here, bitch," Friedman commanded, then placed the papers against Nikki's bare back and began writing. The brown-haired girl reached around with her right hand and started working on his erection again. Howard moaned a little bit in spite of himself, then cleared his throat.
"God, you make for a lousy business atmosphere," he said.
"That's okay, Howie, I'm not applying for secretary."
"It'll be okay, I trust, if I insert your name here instead of Franco Finnelli's.-What did you say it was, again?"
"Nicolle Newman," she told him smartly. "Nikki for short. And don't you ever forget it, Big Boy!"
Howard Friedman was murmuring the name over and over to himself as he lay on his back on the succulent bed in his high-rise apartment. The girl who belonged to the name was seated on her haunches beside him, her mouth sliding enthusiastically up and down his long, hard penis. Loud slurping sounds came from her busy lips and the shaft of Friedman's steel-still pecker was slathered with a mixture of his thick, leaking cum and Nikki Newman's glistening saliva.
Howard Friedman's eyes were closed as the brown-haired girl energetically sucked his cock, her big, soft 36-DD boobs dangling heavily forward and swaying with the rhythmic motion of her torso. Occasionally his left hand reached out and hefted one of the full, white globes, teasing the nipple and pushing the yielding flesh back up into her chest. Howard's other hand remained concealed, tucked underneath the sexy curve of Nikki's ass and thigh. His fingers were busily engaged in digging repeatedly into the hot, juicy folds of her clinging cunt. He probed into her dripping channel as deeply as he could reach, producing an occasional grunt that he could almost feel on the head of his prick as it rammed up into her throat. Then he changed his tactics and pinched and rolled the burning flesh around her hard, bulging clitoris, rolling and worrying the fiery little bud until she moaned and moved her hips, trying to get away from the stinging stimulation.
Behind the two figures on the bed lay the rest of Howard Friedman's lavish living quarters; a spacious day room with a huge black-and-white llama-skin shag carpet; a wall-size picture window which, when the gold herringbone curtains were opened, looked out over one of the richer neighborhoods in the city; a pink-and-gray tiled bathroom with a sunken tub convertible into a shower stall when desired; a small but functional kitchen with a microwave, garbage disposal, dishwasher, refrigerator-freezer, mixer, blender, toaster and coffee-maker; an auxiliary bedroom which contained no bed but held a large circular pile of foam rubber pads in the center of the floor, bound with several strands of twine and covered with three leopard-skin sheets.
And finally, there was the master bedroom and office, where Nikki Newman was working diligently on the 58-year-old talent agent's straining cock. One half was clearly a working area, strewn with books and papers and pens and pencils, a typewriter, several scheduling calendars; the motley paraphernalia of the talent agent's trade. On the walls, behind and beside Friedman's desk, was a patchwork pattern of certificate, awards and licenses pertaining to the business; atop the small bookcase which flanked his desk were several plaques and statuettes bearing witness to his fairly noteworthy standing in the industry, in several industries, in fact.
And in the very center of his desk, clearly distant from the surrounding rubble of other smaller, vaguer, remoter deals, standing out like a beacon amidst the match glows of lesser matters, was the photo contract of Nikki Newman. It rested beneath the solid weight 'of an eight-ball-shaped paperweight, the topmost of the related sheaf of documents which would send Nikki off in several days to. the scenic beaches of Baja, off in the company of such luminaries as Franco Finnelli and Amanda Trafalgar, off on the first exciting step of her starburst career.
The contract was anchored firmly in Nikki's mind as she rode her mouth up and down, up and down, up and down on Howard Friedman's prick. Her lips were stretched wide apart, her cheeks pulled taut by the strain of swallowing the talent agent's towering meat. She didn't mind. Not with that contract behind her. The taste of his salty cum had turned her off a little at first, but she had diluted it quickly with her own saliva, and now it wasn't bad at all.
She tightened her lips reflexively as she slid them from the hairy root of Howard's tool up to the hot, throbbing helmet, then forced her mouth back down again, letting the gradual thickening of his shaft spread her lips further apart. With one hand she fondled the agent's large, hairy ball-sac, pressing and cupping it gently, occasionally allowing her impudent forefinger to dart underneath and jab at his sensitive perineum.
Nikki has been giving Friedman fantastic head for more than five minutes now, she determined with a surreptitious glance at her watch. She wondered when he was going to cum. At first she'd thought he would blow his load straight into her face, then she'd expected a mouthful of sperm within the first dozen strokes, but the old bastard had fooled her. Somehow he seemed to have adjusted to the flow of pleasurable sensations from her sucking mouth into his huge hard-on and now, although he was still wheezing excitedly and lifting his ass up off the bed every few strokes, Nikki had the feeling he could go on like this for quite awhile.
It was like the old sonofabitch might be trying to hold back. Like he might be trying to get over on her, lying there thinking about barbed wire and dismembered babies or some goddam thing, with a stiffer as big as a lead pipe Like this way he could get back at her a little bit because she'd pulled the contract out of him, letting her suck herself into a dizzy spell while he lay there laughing at her inwardly, pulling every mental trick he-could think of to keep from blasting off in her mouth!
Well, that was a bunch of horseshit, Nikki thought to herself. The contract was tremendous, but this was a bunch of male power-trip crap! And contract or no contract, her lips were getting tired, her mouth was getting tired, the muscles in her throat were beginning to ache from the strain of sucking that big, fat donkey-dick hard-on! She almost smiled right around the shaft of Friedman's turgid tool. It was funny! This old jackass lying there trying to pull this shit on her, and all the time with his trigger openly exposed, just as reachable as the nose on his face!
Nikki gathered herself up on her knees a little bit, just for added leverage, then she placed her right hand on Friedman's belly for extra stability. Finally, as she increased the tempo of her already wildly bobbing head, closing her eyes and slamming her mouth up and down the rigid cocklength as rapidly as she could, she uncrooked the slim, sharp index finger of her left hand. Poising it momentarily, she tickled it in under Howard's heavy nuts, then wiggled it into the groove between the cheeks of his ass, making sure she had it aimed precisely.
And then Nikki Newman thrust her finger aggressively into Howard. Friedman's bunghole, thrust it in vigorously, up to at least the second knuckle, with no warning, with no mercy at all.
The talent agent's reaction was immediate. He roared in pain and surprise and lust, arching his hips violently into the air, legs widespread, and then he quickly began gasping and yelping helplessly as a blazing torrent of semen splashed into Nikki's sucking mouth. Nikki held her mouth over the head of Howard's huge cock as the spurts of cum fired again and again into her throat. She opened her lips and let the backwash of thick, hot, salty liquid flow back out of her mouth, dribbling down the length of the straining shaft and into the tangle of coarse pubic hair.
The old bastard must've kept shooting sperm into her for more than fifteen seconds, Nikki calculated afterward. She brought her free hand up and stroked the exposed length of prong helpfully while she continued to drink in Friedman's spewing jism. Her left forefinger remained buried in his asshole up to the hilt. Gradually the shots of fuck-juice diminished and trickled away into a tiny, warm dribble.
Only then did Nikki's new agent relax his arched, thrusting body posture and let his ass sink slowly back down onto the bed. He was wheezing and huffing like a winded water buffalo, his hairy legs shuddering with the thrilling agony of his massive ejaculation. Nikki opened her eyes, still nursing at the head of his prick, and saw him lying back, arms out flung, his chest heaving violently, his mouth opened and lips peeled back slackly from the teeth, anxiously sucking wind.
Jesus Christ, she thought, he looks like he was hit by a steamroller or something!
Nikki spat the excess sperm out over Howard's quivering penis, then began another lapping and cleaning exercise around the crown of his dong. She squeezed gently with the right hands testing to see if the upstanding giant was losing some of its drop-forged ferocity. It was. She could feel the rock-hard meat gradually softening and becoming limber, although it was far from an all-out crash to the consistency of a wet noodle.
Friedman reached up and put his hand on her head, working his fingers reflexively into her silky brown hair. His breathing was still loud and harsh and labored, his chest rising and falling heavily, and she began to hope that her maneuver hadn't been too much for him. The horny old goat! It would serve him right to drop dead on his goddam bed after blowing his wad down some young girl's throat, she thought. But not this young girl. Not just yet. Not until she had time to get the Baja shoot finished and maybe pull a few more plums out of him that would get her career solidly launched!
Nikki let him recuperate for a few more minutes, then she slowly began working her finger back out of his clutching asshole. That got his immediate attention.
"Auugh, Jesus!" the agent growled, starting up briefly from the mattress. "Take it a little easy down there, Amazomca!"
"What?" Nikki demanded, halting with her sharp-nailed finger still buried to the first knuckle in Friedman's poop deck. "What did you call me?"
"Nikki," he said quickly, feeling the waggle of her digit in his rectum. "Nikki Newman. Nikki Newman. I remember."
"Well, all right," the brown-haired girl said sulkily, and jerked her finger free of the old man's ass, drawing a quick gasp of tortured breath. She smothered another smile by leaning forward and squeezing his cock between her big, soft breasts. God, she got a charge out of hurting this bastard! "Make sure you use it," she told him, rubbing her tender titty flesh up and down his softening shaft while she jabbed at the eye of his prick with her tongue.
"God, you sure do know how to use that mouth," Friedman sighed, his hand caressing the back of her moving head.
Nikki giggled gently in reply.
"I haven't cum that hard on a blow-job in about twenty years!"
"Mmmmm," Nikki murmured, still trying to spear her tongue into the dark hole at the top of Howard's prong. "That means I would've been about three years old then."
"Yeah, well, you're not three now, you horny bitch," Friedman rasped, grabbing one of her luscious breasts in each hand and trying to drag her forward. "Come here and fuck me!"
Nikki stared stonily at him for a moment, then slapped fiercely at his hands, again and again and again, cursing a low, furious voice; and when he let go of her tits she lunged forward from her knees, trying to slap him in the face, her arms wind milling furiously, still cursing like a drunken swabbie. Friedman first fell back in total shock, then when he realized what she was pissed at he began laughing a deep, mirthful sound that shook his gray-haired chest. He kept his hands in front of her, parrying her ferocious slap-attack, trying to grab her hands and turn the tables on her.
All at once he broke through and caught her right hand, but she immediately dealt him a blow on the cheek with the other that cracked through the room like a pistol shot. He fell back momentarily, stunned by the noise more than anything else, losing his grip on her wrist. Nikki immediately lunged forward again, this time fastening her hands firmly around the agent's throat, and launching an exaggerated throttling action while she continued to curse and bitch direct}y into his face.
"Goddam you, you fucking old bastard, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not a bitch, and I'm not a runt, and I'm not a fucking bimbo, either, goddam it! You know my fucking name, and you'd better start using it, you sorry cocksucker, or I'm gonna fucking kill you, you hear me, you goddam, sonofabitching-"
Nikki punctuated her stream of insults by choking hard at Friedman's throat each time she emphasized a particular word. At first he tried to fight back, but then he gave up and submitted to her mauling. Her position was too good; her weight was too far forward on his chest, her motivation was too keen, and he was too exhausted after shooting his cookies into her mouth to be able to dislodge her. He just lay there laughing, lifting his arms helplessly, and sputtering, "Okay ... all right ... Christ ... give me a ... okay, for Christ's sake! ... I apologize. I apologize!"
"You fucking apologize!" Nikki spat at him, her hands still locked around his throat. "Big fucking deal, you apologize! You think I give a shit about that? Here, I'll show you the way to apologize, motherfucker-" and she shifted nimbly to her haunches and quickly moved up over the agent's face until her hot, reeking cunt was within inches of his mouth.
"Okay, go on-eat me, you sonofabitch! You want to apologize? Go on-eat my nasty snatch!"
Friedman stopped laughing when he saw her moving up on top of him, the big, swaying breasts dangling before his face, and then her trim, smoky-brown triangle hovering above his mouth, the tender, meaty labia peeping through their fleecy covering of fur. He brought his hands up automatically to grip her shapely hips.
"You think this is a punishment?" he asked tauntingly, and then before she could react he dragged her juicy pussy down over his nose and mouth, wallowing inside her hot, woolly thrill box like a cat cavorting in catnip. His tongue plunged wildly into the burning pungent folds of her box, rolling and darting and slurping, his head moving to and fro like a frenzied metronome. Nikki sighed gutturally and tipped her head back as the pleasure-pain boiled through her.
"Goddam, Howard ... I knew if we waited long enough we could find something you know how to do! Oooh!"
The talent agent nipped her gently in response, then quickly salved the damage by lapping heavily at the same spot six, seven, eight times. Nikki crooned and began rocking her pelvis gently above the flashing tongue. She peered down between her breasts, over the flat curve of her belly, and saw her hairy muff covering Howard's nose and mouth like on the oxygen mask worn by a jet pilot. She continued to swing her lower body lightly back and forth, back and forth, while she closed her eyes and again turned her face up toward the ceiling.
"Oh, God, Howard ... " she murmured throatily, " ... oh, God, baby, that's nice ... Oh, God ... that's good ... That's really good, Howard ... "
Suddenly the agent withdrew his mouth from her vulva and began stabbing selectively with his tongue, digging at the tender pink flesh of her swollen clitty bud, slurping up and down her coral-colored inner lips until they seemed to take on a life of their own, protruding boldly from the surrounding light-brown hair, glistening as wetly and pinkly as dentures bathed in shellac.
Friedman brought his hands inside Nikki's soft thighs and pulled the. dripping flesh away from her clit. The hooded button strained to escape from its delicate prison and he licked and stabbed at it time after time, then suddenly ran his tongue downward until he could plunge it deeply into the funky, fiery wetness of her gaping pussyhole.
Howard continued eating Nikki's drooling honeypot for several more minutes, drawing a string of gasps and sighs from her young throat as he ravaged the angry pink membranes with the aggressive abilities of his lips and teeth and tongue. Then finally she hoisted herself away from his juicy-smeared mouth, shuddering with tingling vibrations that swirled out of her gaping cunt and spread throughout her glistening body.
"Oh, Jesus, Howard," she breathed, "that's all I can stand. God, I feel like I'm ... " She paused for a moment on her knees, brushing her brown curls back from her forehead. Now it was her turn to huff and puff, her big breasts rising and falling sexily with each breath. Her nipples were wrinkled into hard, puckered bullets that stood out a full inch from the large, brown aureoles.
Friedman leaned forward and sucked each one vigorously, hefting her boobs in both his hands. Nikki sucked her breath in again when she felt his warm lips close over her angry, excited flesh. Oh, God, she suddenly realized, this old bastard had eaten her out to the point where she was practically dizzy ...
Howard Friedman was becoming aware of this at exactly the same moment. He knew the spacy, drugged-out reactions of a broad who has been hypnotized by the pleasuring powers of her turned on clitoris. He didn't want to give her time to recover. He sucked her breasts hard for several moments until she began bleating and moaning, then he broke off and pushed her down on all fours, shoving her forward toward the ornate brass headboard.
The talent agent scrambled quickly around behind Nikki, clutching at her hips to steady himself, moving up swiftly behind her on all fours his eyes greedily devouring the gaping spread of pink cuntflesh between her tight, rounded buttocks. Oh, Jesus, that looked delicious! He could see the distended inner lips framing the dark, deep inviting channel up into her soft, 23-year-old belly. His cock was once again the consistency of Bethlehem steel, the purple head jerking anxiously and pouring out a steady dribble of gooey pre-cum droplets.
Goddam, he wanted to fuck this little bitch to a standstill!
Friedman moved up behind Nikki, his nostrils flaring, his head burning with lust. He rubbed the huge head of his prong into the fleecy, yielding flesh of her slobbering pussy, hearing a throaty, purring moan come from within her. He could imagine her face as her head pressed into the cushioned headboard, her eyes closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth I in a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, waiting quiveringly for the blazing thrust of his long, hard, pulsing prong.
Howard didn't keep her waiting.
With a gargle of lust, the aging talent agent plunged his penis forward, driving the huge pole of flesh deep, deep, deep into the hot, wet, clinging bliss of Nikki Newman's vagina. The rush of sensations was so brutal that Howard remained motionless for several moments, continuing to give a series of helpless, wordless, lusty grunts. His noisy reaction to entering Nikki's twat drowned out the girl's own gushing outcry, a weak, mewling yelp of pleasure as the massive battering ram charged into her loins, slamming up, up, up into her belly until she felt like she was impaled on a telephone pole and. she didn't even notice her head crash against the headboard frets.
Then, slowly and deeply, like a lust-driven robot, Howard began to fuck her.
His cock rammed into her sloppy tunnel to its very bottom, bumping against the gates of her cervix, and then it withdrew, slowly, lingeringly, tantalizingly, pulling back and back until just that angry mauve helmet remained sheathed in the clutching pink flesh of her pussy. Then, as surely as the thrust of a locomotive piston, the swollen tool dove forward again, disappearing into Nikki's hot, clenching depths, sliding smoothly and quickly until Howard's hips smacked into her ass, his big balls swaying heavily beneath him as mingled sounds and gasps of breath were driven from both of them.
The old man kept pumping his big pecker into her pelvis at the same slow, steady pace, the two of them luxuriating in the avalanche of sensations that rolled over them. In and out, in and out Howard pistoned while Nikki braced her hands against the headboard and began making counterthrusts against his pounding hips. He reached around and cupped the heavy weight of her dangling breasts, first one and then the other, teasing the already flaming nipples and pinching the puckered aureoles.
She gasped responsively, now a total slave to the passions of her lusty young body, twisting her head helplessly back and forth against the brassbound cushions, no longer feeling animosity for the man fucking her, no longer even caring who the man was, just wishing with every fiber of her being that the pleasurable, brutal, delicious pounding of that huge cock would not stop. She bucked her shapely hips backward in matching rhythm to the slamming thrusts, trying to force the rigid pole of flesh as far up into her body as possible.
At times, it felt as if the giant rod was riding up further than her vagina, further than her cervix, as if it was thrusting savagely clear up between her lungs. And Nikki didn't care. It was beautiful; she didn't care. She didn't care if the pummeling penis eventually reached so far that it pierced clear through her body and came out of her mouth at the other end. She didn't care. Nothing seemed too exaggerated, too bizarre, too disgusting, nothing seemed too degrading; nothing seemed to be anything, in fact, except the blissful, graceful, grinding reality of that punishing, plunging erection.
She would do anything to keep it from stopping, to keep it from going away.
Howard held her hips for awhile as he slammed relentlessly into the young, gripping pussy-slot, then he leaned slightly forward and braced his arms against the headboard. Nikki immediately felt the added depth of penetration and groaned slavishly, forcing her upturned ass back at him faster and faster yet. Howard tilted his hips from time to time, altering the angle of his cock as it plunged back and forth in the soggy tunnel, placing a different drag on the tortured membranes of Nikki's sparking clitoris.
The talent agent had planned to prong the horny bitch dog-style like this for a few minutes, and then switch off to some other variation before finally finishing up in the classic missionary position. But, as his hips snapped mechanically back and forth, as his tingling tool raced back and forth through the frothy heat of Nikki's loins, he suddenly realized that he was too close to the edge. He felt a helpless bolt of electricity lance from his balls up into his peter, and he knew he had to stop cold at once to avoid cumming.
And in almost the same instant, he knew that there was no way in the world he could possibly stop. The hypnotic, narcotic, euphoric pleasure of their powerful fucking was something that he was powerless to interrupt. He could have voluntarily stopped stuffing his prick into her steaming cunt only under the most startling physical circumstances, like somebody firing a shot into the room, or an earthquake bringing the ceiling and rafters down around them. But for him to just quit-to just pull out-hell, he figured the thrill of ripping his meat out of her pussy that way would probably cause him to shoot off, anyway, all over her ass and the sheets and the wall and, possibly, himself as well.
So instead of that, Howard seized her hips in an iron grip and began yanking her violently back onto his stabbing, jamming shaft, reaching for the maximum in physical gratification, his mouth hanging slackly open, his breath coming in ragged, panting grunts. He felt the fatal boil already swirling in his flapping nut-sac, and when he shot he wanted it to be so powerful that it blew the top of this horny little bitch's head off!
"Hang on, baby ... " he grated whooshingly as his breath roared in and out of his lungs," ... I'm almost ... I'm just about ... hang on, baby ... I'm going to cu-u-um ... !"
Howard heard an answering whimper from below him, a formless, wordless sound of encouragement, and it sent him skyrocketing over the top.
He responded with a deep, breathless roar as he felt the geyser of sperm blast out of his scrotum and blaze like a lightning bolt through his surging pecker. The hot, thick spurts of cum leaped from his prickhead and fired into the depths of Nikki's cunt, splashing heavily onto the walls of her tunnel as Howard shoved his cock into her pelvis up to the hilt in a final, orgasmic thrust. He clung to her soft, velvety ass as he poured his jets of jism into that clinging quim, finally leaning forward and resting his head on her back as the agonizing pleasure of it drained away all his strength.
Beneath him, Nikki continued to thrust her hips backward onto the rigid hugeness of his dong. She felt the hot squirts of semen shooting into her womb, pouring into her depths, filling her with a thick, warm sloppiness in a matter of seconds. She gritted her teeth and hurled her ass backward as her aging lover plunged deeply into her one final time, then she began jacking her vaginal sheath on a sharp angle, trying to force a sharp stab of friction onto her clit.
Jesus, she didn't understand it ... but ... she didn't feel like she was going to make it ... !
Nikki continued flinging herself backward on the stiff staff, waiting for the familiar explosion to go off in her loins and send the fluffy puffballs boiling throughout her body. But it wasn't happening. And then all at once she felt the talent agent collapse onto her straining young back, and there it was. The sheer closeness, the sheer abandonment; the unexpected, ultimate intimacy of this helpless, affectionate act snapped Nikki's cum-trigger like a haymaker to the chin.
The waves of orgasm burst from her angry red clitty-button and surged over her body, dragging a mumbling, jabbering cry from her lips, fogging her brain, and leaving her limbs a collection of quivering, twitching members that felt like they had no actual connection with her body. She sobbed for breath against the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut against the wracking sensations that ripped through her from head to toe and then came back again, like water rebounding from a sheer stone cliff.
Friedman felt the clenching contractions twisting through Nikki's pussy and he knew that she had cum off, too. He lifted one hand with the greatest effort and patted her fondly on the soft flesh of her hip. He wanted to reach underneath her to play with a breast, but he didn't have the energy. Just at that point she collapsed beneath him with a large groan, so it didn't matter anyway.
The two of them lay like corpses but for the heaving gasps of breath that wracked their bodies. Their eyes were shut, their skins were shining with perspiration despite Friedman's roaring air-conditioner. Occasionally the agent gave a rumbling grunt or Nikki released a soft, girlish moan of satisfaction. Their hands and feet continued to twitch involuntarily for many minutes, just as Howard's steadily softening penis continued to flex for attention in the slimy, flooded depths of his lover's pussy.
They remained like that for what seemed like hours, still joined by their sex organs but hardly touching any other place. Finally they regained enough strength to move, to untangle themselves, to keep their eyes open, to sit up in a dazed posture, and finally to talk.
One of the first things Nikki said to him was: "Howard, you may be a nasty, horny old bastard and all that ... but, brother, you still know how to stick that monster up somebody's ass!"
She thought it was a little strange at the time, but it was only later that she learned the true import of the sharp, short chuckle that escaped him, after which he spread his hands modestly, winked at her conspiratorially and said, "Baby, you have no idea how right you are!"
CHAPTER THREE
The red-shirted halfback took the pitchout and headed wide, looking for running room off tackle. A pulling guard slammed the defensive end out and the ball carrier bolted forward, cutting in behind him and then swinging out as he cleared the line of scrimmage, his yellow-striped helmet swiveling from side to side as he searched for daylight in the secondary. A blue-helmeted defender made a dive for him but was foiled by a neat limp-leg decoy, and then the halfback hit the sidelines and was streaking for all he was worth, helmet bobbing as he left them further behind him with each stride, his ears filled with the deafening roar of the huge crowd as 60,000 spectators screamed their support.
High in a corner of the great horseshoe stadium, Nikki Newman turned to the young woman next to her and complained angrily.
"What the hell is the matter with these-" her final, unprintable word was blown away by the boom of the university cannon as the runner crossed the goal line far below them. All around there was delighted bedlam, people leaping out of their seats and swatting each other on the back. There were a lot of hats and red faces and raccoon coats, because it was already nippy on a late October afternoon in southwest Maryland.
"Look at that!" Nikki said in disgust as the point-after was kicked and the cannon thundered again. She gestured toward the huge scoreboard towering above the far end zone, its yellow lights showing TERPS 21, GUEST 0, with less than five minutes gone in the second quarter. "Christ, it's going to be five touchdowns difference by halftime!"
The dark-haired girl beside Nikki smiled her crooked smile and said, "You've got to be the only person in the world who goes to homecoming and then bitches because Maryland wins too easily!"
"Well, good God," said Nikki, "I didn't pay my money to come out and see this crap! Hey, if I want to see a track meet I'll come back in the spring! It's too damn cold out here for this! What's the matter with these clowns, anyway? I thought they were supposed to have a decent team this year."
"Well, their quarterback got hurt last week against Clemson," the dark-haired girl said. "Didn't you hear about that?"
"Sure, I know," Nikki returned. "But give me a break, Denise-what's the quarterback got to do with defense? What, are these jerks all having sympathetic pregnancies, or something?"
Denise burst out laughing, raising her hand to her mouth in embarrassment. All around them people were standing for the next kickoff, still noisily congratulating one another on the way the game was going.
"Hey, if you think this is bad," Denise told her, still giggling, you should've seen the Syracuse game. Gaw-w-d-fifty.;five to three, or something! "
"Yeah, well ... " Nikki stared out at the gridiron as the kickoff went tumbling downfield. The visiting back gathered it in and was swarmed under almost immediately by a horde of scarlet jerseys.
"Nice! ... Syracuse," she repeated, refocusing on what Denise had said. "Oh, well, Christ, no wonder!-You know why that happened, don't you? They played Nebraska the" week before. Ohh-ho, God! What was that, a million to nothing or something?"
Denise sat staring at her silently, her black eyes dancing. Nikki finally noticed and turned, a quizzical look on her face.
"What ...?"
"Listen to us," Denise giggled merrily. "We sound like two old alumnae drunks! Sitting here talking about the ins and outs of football!"
"Well, just because you're a broad-"
"You're a broad! The old tomboy sitting here pontificating on the game!" She pressed her dark head against Nikki's and mumbled: "Maybe we should both be lezzies ... !"
"Hey, speak for yourself!" Nikki said, pushing her away.
"Oh, no, not me," Denise replied cheerfully, gazing back out at the field. "No sense in my being here if that was the case."
Nikki turned and stared at her until Denise finally looked back and met her eyes. "You were actually serious, huh?" Nikki asked.
"Well, certainly. I'm not really here to see football; I'm working."
Nikki could not help staring, her head shaking in wonder. "But, Denise ... you graduated!"
Denise started to reply but she was cut off by a thunderous roar as everyone around them leaped to their feet, arms in the air, shouting. The two girls jumped up and watched as a Maryland defensive back threaded his way down the far sideline with the football tucked under his arm. Apparently Duke's backup quarterback had tried a pass from deep in his own territory, and this was the ill-fated result.
The scarlet-shirted player picked up a couple of blockers and knifed into the end zone to the accompaniment of the ear-splitting cannon. The place-kicker entered and departed, making it 28-0 with still half the period to go.
"See?" Denise said, almost shouting amidst the deafening clamor. 'Ol' What's-his-name wouldn't have done that."
Nikki replied with a curse, still staring out at the field. Blue, hazy smoke from the two cannon shots was rising above the far end zone.
"Come on," Denise said, grabbing her by the arm. "This game is shot. Let's go downstairs and I'll show you how it works."
Nikki turned on her. "Now, wait a minute ... !"
"Come on-n-n-n-n, football fan!" Denise commented, dragging her toward the aisle. "Who cares if you miss anything-there's a taped replay tonight on television!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"I don't understand it," the tall, brown-haired girl with the big breasts said to her companion. "I mean ... you're a graduate, you've got your degree ... "
"Yeah, and so what?" Denise replied calmly. "You seem to forget what my degree's in English Lit. It's totally worthless in the job market today."
"Oh, I can't believe that ... "
"It's true. It isn't worth a goddam thing ... anyway, not around here. And this is where I grew up. I don't want to leave."
"You didn't grow up here," Nikki said.
"No, not on campus, Dum-dum. I mean Baltimore."
"Well, there's a lot of big cities just right nearby," Nikki suggested. "You could always-"
"Nope," Denise interrupted. "Don't like Philadelphia; I never did. Annapolis is full of government stuffed-shirts and obnoxious Navy lifers; all they want a girl around for is to get in her pants. No chance at all for a career there. Boston is filthy and New York City-you've got to be kidding."
"What about Washington?"
"Oh, come on, Nikki-it's Annapolis times ten ... or times twenty, maybe. Hell, you remember all that stuff about Elizabeth Ray, don't you? A female has just one meaning to these horny old crocks, and what the hell? That's what I'm providing, anyway. Only this way it's on my terms, at my price, and I'm far more likely to come out in the end with something to show for it."
Nikki cocked her head grudgingly; she could see a lot of truth in what Denise said. She stared out over the parking lot, taking in the sea of multicolored cars. The two of them were standing at the back of a concrete walkway beneath the huge stadium, leaning against the steel railings and talking while an endless parade of people passed by them, going to and from refreshment windows, restrooms, or another concession areas.
Occasionally a loud, muted roar burst down on them when something happened inside the stadium ... "Well, you could always teach with an English Lit degree," Nikki said finally. "Did you consider that?
"Sure," Denise answered. "For about six-point seven seconds. All us good junior-class dum-dums did. But I could never decide between that and spending the rest of my life in the Peace Corps ... they're both such swell ways to starve to death, you know!"
Nikki stared at her.
"He-e-ey, come on, Doll, why are we feeling so sorry for me?" Denise asked, putting her arm around the taller girl's shoulders. "This isn't exactly hellacious, you know? I've always liked sex, I've always liked men-it's just that they never used to like me. Now I turn around and ask them for money to go to bed with me, and all of a sudden-sha-zamm! I'm just popular as hell!"
She giggled and pressed her head against Nikki's. "It's really kind of funny, to tell you the truth!"
Nikki turned to her. "And you always come down here to pick up-what do you call them?-tricks? Johns?"
"Dates," Denise cut in primly. "Tricks and johns are for prostitutes, and I'm not a prostitute. I'm 'just a nice, well-groomed girl-and a college graduate, mind you-who likes to make love, and I'll do it a little more willingly than most ... for a small consideration."
"How small?" Nikki asked.
"Oh, it varies," Denise said. "But I'll tell you one thing-that's why I always come down here on game weekends, because you can find men in a much more generous mood, willing to pay a hell of a lot more for exactly the same thing that they bitch and moan and haggle with you about back in Baltimore."
"You mean a bunch of horny alumni drunks looking for some young snatch to stick it in before they go back home to wifey."
Denise smiled. "Well, all right, if you want to put it scientifically."
Nikki smiled back. She liked Derose. They liked each other, they always had, since their old days back in the upper-class dorm together. Back in the old junior-class dum-dum days, she thought, when Nikki herself had been pursued by at least half a dozen boys while plain, quiet Denise spent a lot of time in the library and hardly ever went out. Back in the days before Nikki thought she'd gotten pregnant and dropped out of school, while Denise went on to graduate with the class of 1980.
And now here she was-the plain-Jane girl from the English Lit department who never really seemed to hit it off with boys, going out with men and charging them for sex and apparently well adjusted to the whole thing and even liking every minute of it. Nikki looked into the smiling black eyes and she knew she didn't really care. It didn't really seem so horrible the way Denise described it actually, and she didn't seem to have changed very much in the past three years. So what the hell?
Nikki couldn't be angry or disappointed with her.
"So what the hell are you going to do now, you silly floozie? You're going to pick up some guy and screw him down in the visitors' locker room or something?"
Denise's ready smile again slipped over her slightly prominent front teeth. "Hey, that's something I ought to keep in mind for another time," she said. "But I didn't think it'll work out too well right now; it's too close to halftime."
She turned about and leaned back casually against the railing, seeming to glance blankly at the stream of passersby. She turned her head and studied the crowd standing in line at the refreshment window down the way, then said in a low voice without ever changing her expression:
"I can see about half a dozen likely prospects down here without even moving an inch."
Nikki turned and followed her gaze toward the refreshment line, searching through the milling lines of fans. "Yeah ...? Like who?"
"We-e-ell, take that guy there with a pork-pie hat, for one. See him'? God, he's an ugly monster, but I'll guarantee you, he's got money. And he thinks he's a big deal too-a guy like that'll probably give you twice your price when you ask him for money, just to show you how much it doesn't mean to him!"
Nikki gazed at her friend in amazement.
"Okay, the goofy-looking clown in the muffler and the-whoops, scratch him; I didn't see that he had a kid with him ... Although that can be done at times, too ... "
"Oh, yeah? Corrupting the morals of minors while you're at it, huh? Well, hell, as long as you're out here-"
"No-o-o," Denise said evenly, a tiny smirk showing only in her eyes. "But sometimes men with kids can be persuaded to return them to somebody else and then rush off to some emergency or other."
"Ah-h, I see," Nikki said, shaking her head. "An emergency in your little crotchless see-throughs, no doubt ... "
Denise lost her concentration completely and burst out laughing once more. "Damn you, Newman, you've got the crudest mind I've ever met! And here you are, giving me hell for being a social degenerate and everything!"
Nikki laughed richly with her, then asked a question. "Well, look, how do you meet these jackasses? Stumble up and spill your drink on them or something?"
"Well, that's a little extreme," Denise told her, "but it has the right general flavor, I guess. Look, you want to see how it works?-I'm going to go take a shot at Mr. Supercampus there who's been out of school eight or ten years. See him? With the brown deerskin coat and the red plaid-"
"Yeah, yeah, I see him," Nikki said, her voice suddenly low and breathless, like the two of them were planning to break into somebody's home while they were out for the evening, or something. "But what're you gonna do?"
"I'm going to try to pick him up and get back my expenses for this trip down here," Denise replied simply, glancing at her image in a small compact mirror.
"But where are you gonna go?"
"Back to the room," Denise said, and pulled an alligator key case out of her slim purse. "Here are the car keys. We'll either go in his car or I'll make him get a cab. If you want to, go ahead and follow us. Wait about ten minutes, then see if you can get in. I'll try to leave the door unlocked."
"But, Denise-"
"Go ahead, for God's sake. Why not? Put some adventure in your life!"
And then she was gone, strolling casually down the large, open walkway toward the line where her quarry stood, unwittingly studying his program. Nikki was still amazed by the firm, sure, businesslike way that Denise had spoken to her after picking out her target. It was like she was another person almost; so confident, so businesslike-so different from the girl Nikki had always known.
She watched transfixed as Denise moved up to the tall, reddish blond man, who was still absorbed in the pages of his program. Denise caught his arm and leaned close in a helplessly feminine way, apparently asking something about the program. The man stared at her, reacting favorably when he saw the young, clear face set off by her long, black hair and dark eyes. Then he held out the program to her, but she waved it off and got him to look something up for her instead.
Nikki spun around involuntarily to hide a huge smile. Christ, she didn't think she could watch this!
Denise poured over the program for several moments, then cocked her head and asked the man something. Nikki watched carefully' but she could spot no sudden, surprised reaction, no mask of suspicion, no air of aloofness descending on the tall man's face. Apparently Nikki hadn't popped the big question-
And then, amazingly, she was leading him away -taking his arm in an almost conspiratorial manner and letting him walk her toward the nearest exit ramp leading to the parking lot!
Goddam! Nikki couldn't believe her eyes! How could she have done that? -What do you suppose she had said? It had been just like they were old friends or something; the guy had never batted an eye all the way through!
Fortunately they were heading the other way toward the exit; if Denise had waltzed him past in front of her, Nikki wouldn't have known whether to shit or go blind!
She stood motionless for several moments, jiggling the trim, expensive key case in her hand. There was a wild, wanton churning in her belly. She couldn't avoid a mental picture of Denise and the reddish blond stranger grappling together naked on the motel bed. A tangle of thoughs tumbled through her mind-it had been a long time since she'd seen Denise naked-maybe there was something different about her that made her more attractive-she'd bet the tall man had reddish blond hair on his cock-maybe she could learn a few tricks from watching Denise in action-God, this was voyeurism; did she really want to do this?-there was no way it could possibly go further than watching, was there?
Nikki gave the key case a final, decisive squeeze and hurried toward the exit. She didn't really have to decide anything now, she told herself-she could call the whole thing off any time.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nikki Newman looked at her watch.
She sat in Denise's gray-over-blue Eldorado, parked at the back edge of the side lot, directly opposite their room. There were two other lines of vehicles in front of her, so she had been completely inconspicuous when the two of them pulled in. Hell, she thought, she'd watched enough episodes of Rockford Files to be able to handle a little thing like that!
They'd been in there about ten minutes now. Nikki was still mystified as to how Denise had handled the whole thing.
What the hell-you couldn't just come up to some jerk on the concession line and say, 'Hey, may I glance at your program?' 'Yeah.' 'Thanks a lot. Want to fuck?' Good God, already-there were other people standing there! And what about the money? That was the real punchline right there! When did she ask him for that? That must be later, Nikki decided ... at least after they got outside, or away from the flapping ears of all the other people.
She shifted on the seat and glanced at her watch again. Shit, she still wasn't sure she should do this ... but thinking about it for more than half an hour had sharpened her curiosity to a keen edge. She could feel the nervous excitement throbbing in the pit of her stomach. Oh, what the fuck, she thought-Denise might not've been able to get the door unlocked, anyway.
Nikki opened the car door, locked it, and made her way slowly between the rows of cars, trying to check all around her without actually seeming to. She didn't really notice anyone in the immediate vicinity. She held onto Denise's alligator key case with both hands, like a kind of security blanket.
They'd been in there about fifteen minutes, now, Nikki thought as she approached the door. The first thing her friend would do is collect the guy's money: Nikki knew enough about these operations to be sure of that! She guessed that might involve some haggling depending on what type he was, how much he liked Denise, and what kind of sex he was interested in. But they should have had plenty of time to get down to business by now ...
Nikki smiled wryly as she realized her own pun. Yeah, it was getting down to business, all right!
She reached for the doorknob and her hand immediately shook. Come on, come on, she told herself, what was she worried about? The bed was clear on the other side of the room, it was a big room, and hell, Denise would probably have him so distracted by now that he wouldn't notice if she opened the door and came in doing cartwheels!
Nikki gripped the smooth metal, holding her breath, and tried it ever so gently. She felt it turning, grudgingly at first, then more easily. She kept waiting for the hard stop that would mean it was locked, but it didn't come. Jesus Christ, it was open! Her heart leaped at the realization, but she kept on turning, slowly, gently, as quietly as she could.
Finally the knob stopped and Nikki paused a moment, trying to get her breath and telling herself to keep calm. Then, using her other hand and the key case for support, she slowly eased it open a crack. There was no noise and it moved with surprising fluidity, so she took another breath and moved it again. Suddenly she had a panicky thought and quickly looked up and down the sidewalk, but her luck was still good. Nobody else was in sight.
Nikki slid the door open an inch at a time, scarcely daring to peek, and then suddenly she heard Denise's voice saying breathily, "Oh, that feels good!"
Nikki refocused her eyes and peered into the room, staring now through a four- or five-inch crack. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust, and then she sucked her breath in sharply at what she saw.
Denise and the tall man were both on the bed, naked. He was stretched out flat on his back, while Nikki's young friend, the English literature major, the girl who hardly ever dated, was straddling his handsome face, rocking her hips gently back and forth as the stranger ate her tender, meaty pussy. Denise's hands were spread wide, gripping the wooden headboard before her, while the reddish blond man held tightly to the soft, sexy flesh of her ass. Nikki could hear loud slurping noises coming from between Denise's full thighs.
The first thing the brown-haired girl noticed as she watched her friend riding the blond man's face was the fantastic tan Denise had acquired. It was a rich, almost chocolaty brown in the shadows of the room, with shapely, sexy white bands around her naked hips and breasts. She had never looked like that before, Nikki was sure. She must've spent a lot of time outside, and-with the sun they had in Maryland-she had probably spent even more time with a solar lamp. It made her far more attractive as she sat astride her paying lover's hidden mouth, tossing her long, flowing black hair and staring at the ceiling with closed eyes.
"Oooooh," Denise crooned softly. "That's just right, baby ... that's just right! ... Does it taste good?"
Nikki heard a muffled reply from between Denise's legs, and then she heard the sound of an approaching car engine. Without thinking, she jerked the door open and slipped inside, closing it swiftly behind her without engaging the jam. Something in the action must have caught Denise's ear, because she opened her eyes, still moving rhythmically over the man's working tongue, and smiled at Nikki. She winked and gestured slightly with her head toward the bathroom, which was just in front of the bed.
The reddish blond stranger apparently had heard nothing as he concentrated on licking and sucking Denise's dark-haired, open cunt.
Nikki stood motionless watching them until, with a patient smile, Denise gestured to her again, her face reassuring the taller girl that it was all right.
Finally Nikki turned and pushed the door completely closed as quietly as she could, using both hands again. Then she moved slowly across the carpeted room toward the bathroom, glancing nervously at the blond man's head. All she could see as she moved past them was the firm, smooth expanse of Denise's flat belly, punctuated by her deep, dark navel above the pale sweep of white flesh cut by her tan line. In the midst of that white, sexy girdle was her neat, close clipped black triangle, looking as symmetrical and dainty as it always had. Only now Nikki could see the angry pink pod of her friend's clitoris poking starkly through her furry cuntlips. And below, her wrinkled coral inner lips were being pulled outward by the relentless slurping, chewing action of the tall man's lips and tongue.
Nikki stopped and stared momentarily, feeling a roll of hot lust burning through her belly. God, that was a sexy sight, watching the stranger's mouth energetically eating Denise's glistening tangle of pink and coral and fleece-lined pussy lips, while the dark-haired girl gave an occasional professional sigh and continued the steady, gentle pumping of her hips.
Nikki raised her eyes to her friend's face and saw Denise watching her steadily, both eyes completely open, her tongue curled into one corner of her mouth. Nikki could feel herself starting to blush, so she held out the key case and motioned with it as if to ask if Denise wanted it back now. The dark-haired girl waved it off with a blink and a small shake of her head, her expression hardly changing as a loud, sucking slurp came from her lover's busy lips.
Nikki started to move into the bathroom, but Denise halted her with a small movement of her fingers and the expression in her eyes. "Oh-h-h-h, baby!" she gushed to her client as she moved covering herself in case he felt something different. She took one hand off the headboard and swung it behind per, pointing with a short, sharp gesture behind her curving buttocks. Nikki looked at her in puzzlement and Denise repeated the gesture adding a commanding nod of her head to urge the brown-haired girl into motion.
Nikki tiptoed back away from the bathroom door until she could see beyond Denise's hip, and then she knew immediately what her friend was pointing to. It was the blond man's cock. Nikki stared at it and felt herself go weak in the knees. Jesus H. Christ, it was one of the most humongous sex organs she had ever seen on a man in her life! She couldn't believe that she had somehow failed to notice it. Apparently, she had been concentrating so hard on Denise and her new tan and the way the stranger was eating her pussy that she hadn't ...
But good God Almighty ... how could anyone with even half an eye in her head miss that! Nikki began breathing shallowly as she studied the huge, upstanding shaft of pale, rock -hard flesh. It had to be at least ten, maybe eleven inches tall as it jutted impudently into the air behind Denise's curvaceous white ass. It sprouted from a generous, crinkly nest of reddish blond pubic hair, just as Nikki had expected. It climbed in sleek, thick proportions, without any excess skin or ugly, jutting veins, until it reached the helmet. And that was a large, brutally shaped monster, cut in a huge, sweeping shape that made Nikki's mouth water to look at it. It was a fine, light shade of mauve, as if it had been painted by an artist so as not to be either too pale and. bland or too fiercely purple or red.
In spite of herself, Nikki's mouth opened and she felt herself licking her full, red lips. Suddenly it seemed extremely hot in the room and her nostrils flared with her heightened breathing.
Nikki looked up at Denise again and found the black-haired girl watching her with amusement. She could see the mischievous sparkle in the dark eyes. Denise pointed at the giant cock again and then smeared her painted fingers through the wad of perfectly clear pre-cum that had collected on the huge head, while to Nikki she mouthed the words: "I'm going to need help with this!"
The blond man responded at once to the stimulation of Denise's fingers on his cockhead, moaning heavily into her pussy and arching his hips upward, trying to slide his huge tool into her clutching hand.
"Oh, God!" he cried, his voice smothered by pubic hair and sloppy wet cuntmeat. "Stroke it, honey! Stroke it hard!"
His hips continued to pump up and down in an anxious cadence, and Denise reached back obligingly and began sliding her hand up and down the huge shaft in a counter rhythm. She could only reach an inch or two below the huge purple head at the awkward angle she was frigging him from, but her client seemed more than happy. He snapped his pelvis to and fro on the mattress, his towering pecker straining to slide deeper and deeper in the young girl's hand, as if it was a second cunt he was fucking.
Denise looked at Nikki again. "See?" she mouthed, her hips and hand maintaining their sexy pumping.
Nikki raised a protesting hand and shook her head quickly no, no, she couldn't. But her temples were pounding, her face was hot, and she was breathing harder than before. The steamy sexual atmosphere of the room was communicating itself to her, and she could feel the hot, lusty flames licking upward from her cunt, through her belly, warming her large breasts and turning the nipples hard inside her lacy pink bra.
"Come on-n-n-n," Denise mouthed to her with a shake of the long, black tresses. "Why not?"
Nikki glanced down again as she backed toward the bathroom. Now she could see the blond man's large, thick tongue lapping and probing at Denise's exposed vulva, his lips pulling sensuously at her saliva-slickened pink labia which were jutting out of her cunt outrageously. Her clit was a blood engorged thorn poking through the top of her fleecy, sloppy pundendum and, as Nikki watched, he reached down and spread the cuntflesh away from the fiery nodule, the stabbed at it repeatedly with the tip of his tickling tongue.
Denise sucked in her breath and bit her lip, her eyes closing in a burst of pleasure-pain. "Oooooh, God, baby," she murmured. "Oh, God, you know how to eat that thing!"
Then the black-haired girl opened her eyes and whispered to Nikki: "Go get naked."
Without waiting for a reaction, Denise followed by hoisting herself slowly backward, away from the man's mouth, tilting her pelvis up so that Nikki got a brief, obscene glimpse into the dark, dripping depths of her gaping joy-tunnel. Her cuntlips were swollen and puffy with arousal, and the inner labia were hanging out like flanges of well-chewed bubble gum, framing the round, black screwhole.
Nikki licked her lips again and backed into the bathroom, then began sliding out of her coat without dosing the door. God Almighty, it was hot in here! She watched as Denise rolled off her lover, then flipped over and quickly restraddled his prone body. She backed up toward his face, her shapely white ass in the air, her sloppy cunt inverted as she inched it closer and closer to his mouth. Quickly she settled into the right position, one hand gripping that massive tree-trunk of rigid cockflesh, the other cupping his wrinkled, egg-sized balls. She lowered her hips comfortably onto the blond man's upper chest and reached out hungrily and buried his face in her reeking cunt.
Nikki could smell the strong, funky odor of aroused female twatmeat herself now as she tossed her coat aside, then sat down on the toilet and began unzipping her knee-length boots. Her own pussy was drooling shamelessly into her bikini panties, but Nikki was pretty sure the aroma in the room was coming solely from Denise's black curled treasure box. With pantyhose and a sturdy pair of ski slacks over her underwear, Nikki didn't think the flavor of her own juices could be coming through yet!
Denise and her client were sixty-nining noisily as she gradually tugged down the two zippers on each of her black, patent-leather boots, their slurps and moans acting like quirts of desire in Nikki's flaming ears. Her blood seemed to pound harder and her breath seemed to come faster with each anxious groan and animal sound they made.
As Nikki wrestled her boots off and shoved them out of the way, it suddenly occurred to her that Denise's breasts were still extremely small. They hadn't grown at all as she became a young woman, the way Nikki had always thought they might. They were firm and soft and springy, all right, but they just didn't have any size at all. Denise, to Nikki's knowledge, had never worn a bra, and in most cases there was no way a person who saw her dressed could tell the difference.
Her boobs were like low, flat cupcakes of flesh set on her chest, topped by pale, flesh-colored nipples that poked out nearly an inch even when they weren't aroused.
Well, she could contribute that much to this party, Nikki thought to herself as she whipped her peach-colored sweater over her head and twisted her arms behind her, fumbling with the snaps of her fancy pink bra. She managed to pop it open as the blond man's choked voice drifted in from the bed: "Oh, that's the way, baby ... that's the way! ... Suck it all! ... Suck as much as you can ... ! ... Oh, good!"
Nikki slung her bra into the sink and stood up, her big breasts swaying, listening to Denise's murmured response. Jesus, she didn't know what Denise had charged him for this session, but the bastard sure ought to be getting his money's worth! She unsnapped her ski pants and whipped the zipper down, realizing too late that it made a pretty loud metallic buzzing sound. She froze, wondering if they'd heard.
"Hey," the blond man said in a strained voice. "What was that?"
Denise made no immediate response, then Nikki heard her whisper, "Shh-h-h! ... Nothing," as she continued to suck his big prong.
"No, I heard something!" the man insisted, trying to push his way out from under Denise's pelvis.
"I didn't hear anything," Denise told him, her mouth obviously full of cock.
"Hey, bullshit!" her client said, his voice taking on an angry tone. "What the hell is going on here?"
He managed to work his shoulders free of Denise's thighs, then he shoved her roughly off of him and rolled heavily off the bed. He came to his feet shakily and took a step forward, then found himself face to face with a 5-foot-8, brown-haired girl with a model's face and two long, tapering legs. She was wearing nothing but her pink bikini panties, the crotch soaked with her own juices. Her face was flushed and hot, her nostrils flared with. her breathing, and her big, white, naked breasts were staring right at him. They were soft and full and round, standing up proudly on her chest, and her big brown nipples were as hard as bullets.
"Hi," Nikki said.
The petulance and anger immediately drained from the blond man's face. His penis was stabbing out in front of him like the barrel of a flesh-colored shotgun.
"Hel-Io," he said with some surprise still in his voice. "Who in the world are you?"
"She's my friend," Denise said from the bed behind him. "I thought maybe you'd like to get the full treatment for homecoming!"
The blond man's eyes ran up and down Nikki's tall, trim, shapely frame, lingering on her bare breasts and the rumpled triangle of pink fabric covering her crotch. He licked his lips involuntarily, then spoke resignedly over his shoulder to Denise: "How much more is that going to cost me?"
"Oh, nothing," Nikki started to say, but Denise quickly cut her off. "Well; just look at her," the black-haired girl said. "Look at that body. She works as an actress model most of the time. She ought to be worth at least another hundred."
Nikki's mouth dropped open as the blond man turned and faced Denise in protest.
"Aw, come on, Sweetheart ... this is just a little too much, don't you think?" He started to go on, but Denise scrambled quickly off the bed and pressed up against him.
"But for you-u-u," she continued sweetly, running her hands around onto his back and up over his shoulders, "we'll make it seventy-five, just as a homecoming special. How's that sound?" She reached down and gripped his prick, squeezing it affectionately and then frigging it with long, lazy strokes.
The blond man still hesitated, so Denise added smoothly, "And we'll waive your time limit. An orgasm apiece, let's say that. One for each of us ... okay?"
"We-e-ell-l-l-l-l ... "
"Hey, come on, Big Boy, get in the spirit of things! It's homecoming! Did you take a good look at that girl? ... And when was the last time you got to ball two chicks at once?"
Before the man could reply again, Nikki suddenly moved forward and pressed into his arms, thrusting her naked boobs in tight against his chest and kissing him deeply and searchingly on the mouth. She pulled back for a second and looked into his eyes, then licked at his lips, gave him a small bite, and plunged her tongue into his mouth. When she finally broke free and leaned back to look at him again, the blond man mumbled in surprise, "You mean you kiss?"
"Isn't that what you call it, Sweetheart?"
"Okay, I'm sold," he said quickly to Denise, reaching up to squeeze one of Nikki's breasts. "And if she kisses, I'll go for the hundred ... "
Nikki leaned forward and kissed him again.
"See, baby," Denise said, fondling the knob of his pecker, "this is your lucky day."
The blond man was now seriously engaged in French kissing Nikki, his tongue diving through her mouth in huge sweeps while his hands clutched frantically first at her breasts, then at her taut, supple ass as he tried to drag her pelvis against his huge, horny dong.
"Come on, lover, you know how it works," Denise interrupted, slapping his ass as she climbed back into bed. "Business first ... then the fun."
The blonde man quickly dug his wallet out of his pants as Nikki' watched transfixed and Denise pulled the large, fluffy pillows from under the bedspread and arranged them into a firm, soft backrest on the headboard. The man turned and presented two fifty dollar bills to Denise, but she lay back against the pillows, spread her full, tanned thighs, and waved the money away, pointing to Nikki.
"That's hers, baby," she said. "Give it to her."
Nikki watched dumfounded as the blonde stranger pressed the bills into her hand. She saw the pictures of U.S. Grant, and she raised her head to look at the blond man but he was already busy putting his wallet away, his hard-on jutting fearsomely from behind his leg. Nikki saw that the purple crown was sticky with crystal dear pre-cum again.
Now this stranger, this man she had seen for the first time in her life less than an hour ago, and would-most likely-never meet again, this tall, lean, reddish blond stranger with the ten or eleven-inch pussy-stretcher ... he was her client, too, she realized. She was fucking and sucking for money the same way Denise did!
"Put it away, Nikki," Denise said softly from the bed, breaking into her friend's thoughts.
Nikki looked up and saw the blond man crossing quickly to the bed, where Denise lay voluptuously, her large, shapely thighs jacked wide apart and her black-haired, dripping pussy gaping open in anticipation.
"Come on, baby, hurry up!" he said, grazing her breast with one hand, his fingers sending sparks shooting from-her nipple down toward her own soggy channel.
Nikki watched as he leaped nimbly between Denise's out flung knees, his steel-stiff dong waving in front of him like a fleshy flagpole.
"Oh, God," he said to her in a low, urgent voice, "I want to fuck you until you can't see straight!"
"That sounds lovely, honey," Denise answered, grabbing the slimy head of his monster pecker and steering it carefully toward her oozing cunt-slot. "But for God's sake, be careful ... !"
Nikki Newman watched as the reddish blonde man eased his giant cockhead into Denise's dainty pussy, and then pushed slowly and steadily in and in and in, the huge, rigid rod gradually disappearing as Denise hissed in response and lifted her hips automatically, wiggling them back and forth as she felt the gigantic fuck-tool gradually split her open. Nikki wondered briefly if her friend could take the whole thing into her belly; she seriously doubted it. Denise kept her hands pressed against her client's hovering belly, trying to keep him from jamming his turgid weapon clear through her cervix and up into her abdominal cavity.
Then suddenly the monstrous prick struck bottom, drawing a deep low grunt from Denise and a gush of pent-up breath from the blond man. There were still two or three inches of rock-hard meat protruding from the close-cropped black curls of Denise's pussy. It looked for an instant as if her black pubic thatch and the bushy red-blond swirl of her lover were linked by some new and odd device shaped like an oversized, flesh-colored salami.
"How big is that thing?" Nikki heard herself ask, and the blond man glanced at her breathlessly as he began to ease it slowly back out of Denise's clutching cunt. The black-haired girl groaned and raised her legs so the balls of her feet were pressing into the tall man's hipbones, squeezing his straining ass-cheeks together. Nikki saw flanges of Denise s pink inner flesh pull out of her pussy as the cement-like stiffer slid back into view, soaked to a glistening sheen with the juice from her friend's slobbering slit.
"Why don't you get rid of that goddam money, the big man told her, "then come back and I'll let you measure it!".
Nikki gave him a small smile, then she went to put her hundred dollars away and join the party.
CHAPTER SIX
"Nikki," Denise Temple was gasping to her brown-haired friend, " ... I don't believe ... you've been ... introduced ... "
She was lying on her back, her head braced against the pillows which were being drive relentlessly into the headboard of the motel bed. Above her, the blond-haired man was leaning forward on his sinewy arms, driving his hugondous penis in and out of her pussy at a brisk, breathless pace. Every time the giant rod slammed to the bottom of her love-box, a gasp of breath and sound was forced out of Denise's throat.
It was a difficult situation in which to make an introduction.
Nikki had been out of the room only about ninety seconds, stashing the money in her ski pants pocket and taking some extra time to swab part of the drool from her overheated cunt onto one of the bathroom towels. But by the time she got back, the big man was already pistoning his pecker back and forth in Denise's open snatch like he was drilling for oil deep in her smooth, suntanned belly. They were both breathing heavily and their bodies were already glistening with a light sheen of perspiration.
"This is ... Nikki," Denise went on windily, struggling to keep her black eyes open. "Nikki ... Dean ... isn't it'?"
"Dane," the blond man responded with difficulty, his plunging prong making loud, slurping noises as it bashed in and out of his play-for-paymate's slippery fuckflesh.
"Pleasure," Dane said, reaching up and pulling Nikki over to the bed by one of her large, bulbous breasts. He immediately sucked the nipple into his mouth and began tonguing and chewing furiously at it while he continued to pound his oversized prick into Denise's helpless cunt as fast as he could stroke.
Nikki closed her eyes and tipped her head back, running one hand across the back of the man's head. God, he knew how to use that mouth and tongue of his, she thought, whether it was eating pussy, sucking on a boob, or French kissing like a fiend. She'd found- that much out already, in the space of less than fifteen minutes!
Finally Nikki pulled her stinging nipple from Dane's mouth and knelt on the bed, her knee touching Denise's ribs. She slid her arms around his neck and began kissing and tonguing him enthusiastically, working her full mouth across his own while she nipped and chewed at his lips. He returned her ardor with furious lashes of his own tongue, moans and eagerness coming from his throat. His left hand came up and fondled her lush dangling breasts one after the other.
And all the while, the bed continued to jolt with the same violent rhythm, Denise's head continued to bump against the pillowed headboard, and the slippery, squishy sounds continued to escape from her battered vagina as Dane fucked her with a mechanical tirelessness, his ass rising and falling like a well-oiled drilling rod locked in high gear.
Nikki wondered how long he could keep thrusting deeply into Denise's tight, wet young snatch before he would explode like a volcano up into her belly. She didn't see how he could stand the stimulation of that fast fucking pace much longer, even though he was only getting seventy-five or eighty percent of his mammoth shaft buried in soft, clinging cuntflesh. She stabbed her tongue at his tonsils, then ran it thrillingly beneath his upper lip.
Maybe she could help Denise get his first cum-shot out of the way in short order!
Suddenly Nikki had another idea. She pulled her mouth free from Dane's, his tongue lapping reluctantly at her departing lips. Then she backed off the bed, gently disengaging his hand from her swollen tit, and moved around to the far end of the mattress. Denise opened her eyes briefly to see what was happening, but she said nothing, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed, her bullet-shaped nipples standing up impudently from the nearly colorless aureolae.
Nikki watched Dane's tight, trim, hairy buttocks snapping up and down as he fucked his cock relentlessly into Denise's yielding quim, his feet braced securely in the folds of the mattress. She thought of jabbing her finger into his unprotected asshole, like she had done to that old bastard Friedman, but somehow it seemed too abrupt and unsympathetic.
Christ, she thought, if the guy was paying her a hundred dollars, and he was paying Denise that much or more, he ought to get a little better treatment than that!
Nikki crawled onto the bed behind the two fornicating figures, dipping her head curiously for a moment to watch Dane's huge hunk of meat diving in and out of Denise's gripping cunthole. She had never seen a sight like that before-well, maybe once at an X-rated movie several years ago. It was interesting to see the way his large, stiff pole slipped so easily back and forth in Denise's small, helpless-looking pussy-slot, some strokes causing a little of the dark-haired girl's flowing fluids to bubble out of her opening.
Almost every time the massive cock jerked backward out of her tunnel, a little lip of tortured pink cuntflesh pulled out with it, clinging tighter than a form-fitting glove. One size fits all, Nikki thought. God ... it seemed that a dong that gigantic would split Denise's close-cropped, demure little pussy from its furry outer lips clear up through her deep, sensuous belly button!
Nikki tore her eyes from the horny spectacle of the two thrusting sex organs and leaned forward, catching Dane's pumping ass-buns with her hands and steadying herself as she sought to stab her extended tongue into his puckered brown asshole. She poised her tongue and darted it into the tight little orifice each time it lunged backward against her face. She could hear the blond man grunting in response as her hot, wet lizard began to find its mark.
Then she gradually began to adjust her position, lowering her face so that her tongue lapped warmly against Dane's dangling scrotum on his backstrokes. Next she sought to jab her pointed weapon high up behind his swinging ball-sac, poking it repeatedly into his sensitive perineum. She could hear the moans and grunts of pleasurable reaction he was making, but his steady, ceaseless screwing went on and on. She couldn't seem to do anything that would push him over the edge and into nut-blowing country.
Suddenly Nikki got another idea. It was something else she had seen in the fuck-flicks way back when.
She quickly turned around and lay down on her back between the tall man's widespread legs. Then, using the muscles of her shapely calves, she scooted herself slowly backward toward the intersection of Dane's and Denise's bodies, where his redwood-sized stiffer was plunging mercilessly into the black-haired honeypot. Then suddenly, as one of the Dane's thrusting down strokes almost smacked her in the nose, Nikki realized she had it wrong.
What she wanted to do was scoot underneath the two fucking bodies and then tease and stimulate Dane's peter with her tongue as it zipped back and forth in Denise's snatch. But now she remembered that when the broad had done it in the movie, the other couple had been fucking dog-style, which afforded her a hell of a lot more room to lie beneath them. Christ, trying this with the missionary position was a good way to get your goddam head knocked off!
'What do you mean you got your head fucked off?' 'Well, doctor ... '
Acting on a sudden inspiration, however, the brown-haired girl rolled onto her left side, still clear of the down-plunging pelvis, and began to work her way in toward Denise's vagina, scrunching her tall slender body into the available space between the other two figures. She bent her head back and forced it against the inside of Dane's left thigh, her arms fiat at her sides, then slowly inched her face forward toward the magic spot, keeping her head cocked to one side and pressing it into the mattress as low as she could.
At last, by extending her long, limber, electric tongue to its maximum length, she was able to brush it against Dane's hot, slimy prick as it zoomed in front of her face on every violent stroke.
"Oo-o-ohh, that's nice ... !" Nikki heard him exclaim from above her, and she immediately squirmed a little closer, so that she could maintain almost constant contact with his slamming sex organ. She couldn't help licking a little bit of Denise's pussy, too, and she was getting a solid taste of her friend's spunky juices as she slurped them off Dane's heavily slickened shaft.
And now for the final touch, Nikki thought. She knew that this was going to work!
Without moving her head at all, she altered the tactics of her tongue and began swirling it in a circular and figure-eight motion, lapping heavily at the two pummeling sex organs before her. At the same time, she slowly unbent her right arm, crooking it back and up behind her, reaching around behind Dane's pistoning ass-cheeks. She laid her hand on his rapidly pumping buttocks, keeping it there for a dozen strokes to make sure she could hold the rhythm of his fucking pelvis and keep her tongue flailing, as well.
From far away and above her, she heard Denise whisper "God ... lick it, Nikki!" as the added stimulation of her churning gradually seeped through the much heavier sensations generated by Dane's vigorous, ceaseless hammering on the hooker's defenseless clit.
That caused Nikki to redouble her efforts, waggling her head slightly now with the action of swiping her wet, sloppy tongue constantly around the area where drilling cock met willing, clinging pussy membranes. Nikki kept her right hand riding firmly on Dane's slamming ass-buns for several more moments, and then suddenly, with no warning at all, she slithered her index finger into the crack between his hairy cheeks and jabbed it as deeply as possible. into his round, upturned asshole.
The response was instantaneous. "Auurrrggghhhh! Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh!"
A mindless, gargling roar burst from Dane's lips as Nikki's pointed finger jammed home, followed quickly by a-series of weak, helpless moans of pleasure as ,his nuts burst and spewed forth in one, hot, mad reckless rush. Jet after jet of scalding cum leaped from the head of his huge pecker and splashed into Denise's cunt, quickly filling her womb with the sloppy fluid and overflowing out her open vestibule. Nikki saw the heavy ball-sac tighten as Dane started to cum, then watched the quivering, jerking spasms race through his giant tool. Each cum-spurt brought a bleat of pleasure-pain from their orgasming client, and then Nikki saw the thick, clear liquid pouring out of Denise's pussy and dripping down into the inverted crack of her ass.
Her breathing was fast and furious. God, she had never been this close to an actual fuck -climax before, she thought. It was really exciting to watch! She could almost feel the clenching contractions milking the salty sperm out of Dane's rock-hard donger as it flicked and throbbed before her face. She could feel the ferocious tension in the blond man's ass and legs as he strained to shoot his jism into Denise with as much force as possible. Nikki swirled her tongue out and licked his cumming cock affectionately.
"Oh, God ... that's warm," Denise murmured, and then she grunted sharply as Dane shoved his prick into its maximum depth and collapsed on top of her with a deep, rolling, satisfied moan.
Nikki jerked herself quickly backwards, extracting her head from between the two glistening bodies. She busied herself by spreading a series of wet, tiny kisses across both of his firm, springy buttocks, then licking her way back over the same course, finally ending up at his asshole, which she painted with a sequence of firm, soothing tongue laps after first sliding her finger from its tight grip.
Dane was heaving up and down on top of Denise, breathing like a winded racehorse. Denise periodically made small sounds of pleasure and shifted contentedly beneath the blond man's large body, all of which Nikki was sure was just professional courtesy, letting him know how great he had been. If he hadn't had another orgasm left on the meter, Nikki doubted whether she would've even been doing that.
Nikki rested her brown curls on the firm pillow of Dane's buttocks and waited for him to recover. The next fuck was going to be hers; she knew that, all right. Oh, well, hell; what was so terrible? He was a big, blond, attractive guy ... she would've been more than happy to fuck him socially, anyway. So what was the big difference? A quick extra hundred dollars in her pocket, that was the difference!
And what the hell was so terrible about that? At least she wasn't spreading her legs for money with some groaty old wheezing bastard like Howard Friedman! Of course, she'd gotten a hell of a lot more than a hundred dollars out of that ... but what about some of the others that hadn't panned out? What about Sid Tiechner and that grub Solly Mandelbaum? She'd let that warty, hairy old bastard come in her mouth and all over face, acting like she loved every minutes of it ... and he hadn't done a single fucking thing for her!
The intro to Howard, that was all the hell she had gotten from him-and that was just 'cause he figured it would benefit Howard, not her! Here, Howie, here, old buddy-here's a hot, young swinging pussy for you, baby, you can pay me back first chance you get! Horseshit! Nikki hated those manipulative, pompous-ass motherfuckers! Tiechner was another one. Had to fight him for four hours to keep the bald-headed, old sonofabitch from shooting his load up her ass, and then the old shithead had practically pummeled her pussy to hamburger before she could ever get a drop of jism out of him!
And he hadn't done a cocksucking thing for her, either! ... Christ, what a sorry-ass fucking crew!
But this Baja shoot was a different story, brother! That package made all the other screwjobs worthwhile! Oh, God ... it gave her a warm, secure feeling just thinking about it. It was like some solid, golden underpinning you could fall back on, or spring forward from-like knowing you had $100,000 in the bank!
Once that thing was in the can, she might not have to worry any more about fucking and sucking anybody to try to accomplish anything ... whether it was eating and paying the rent, or getting a decent shot at a career. Once that shoot was developed and the spreads hit a few magazines, she might just be on her way! She might not have to go scrounging and begging to any of these old boil-suckers any more ... they might be coming to her!
"Hey, baby," Denise's husky voice sliced through her daydreams. "You're starting to weigh a little heavy on my ribs!"
She slapped Dane lightly on the shoulder and wriggled beneath him, urging him to get up.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, gosh ... " the blond man mumbled lazily, "lying here like this feels so go-o-ood ... "
Nikki could feel his buns flex sharply behind her head, and she knew he was bobbing his heavy cock up and down in Denise's soupy Clint. She heard her friend give a small moan in response, then resume her urging for the blond man to get up. Nikki lifted her head from Dane's ass and rolled to the foot of the bed as she felt him start to stir, reluctantly and grumblingly.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," he said in exasperation. "Just when a guy gets himself all comfortable ... !"
He pulled back slowly and Nikki heard Denise gasp sharply, then she caught a quick glimse of that long, curving prong being withdrawn from the dark-haired pussy. It came out steadily and slowly, pulling a big flap of Denise's angry pink love-glove with it, followed by a large, sloppy discharge of thick, clear spunk from Dane's cum-blast. Finally the big mauve head popped free of her pouting love gates, trailed by another stream of excess fuck-fluid.
"Ooo-o-oh-aug-gh-h, God!" Denise exclaimed as the big pecker broke free of her overworked cunny, leaving her a separate person again. "Oh, baby, you could do a lot of damage with that damn thing!"
She reached up and squeezed the still-turgid shaft, then slid her fingers up and down the sperm-slickened length for several moments. "And look ... it isn't even soft yet, either!"
Nikki saw that Dane's giant weapon was still about two-thirds hard, curving out in front of him like a heavy hunk of hose or a stiffened vacuum cleaner connection. All that cum he had fired through that huge dong into Denise's belly hadn't done very much to shrink it back to a manageable size, she told herself. She wondered if she could take that whole big, long sonofabitch up inside her. Her cunt muscles twitched involuntarily at the thought.
Dane turned to her, his partially hard penis waving in front of him. "Hey, Sweetheart, you really know how to use that tongue!" he said.
Nikki smiled, her eyes clinging to the protruding pole of flesh that swayed back and forth, seeming to peer at her like a one-eyed snake. "
See?" Denise said "Now aren't you glad you went for a three-way party?"
Dane didn't answer, but seeing where Nikki's eyes were fastened, he flexed his pecker at her several times.
The brown-haired girl licked her lips and looked up at him. "How many shots does it take to get that big bastard down?" she asked.
Dane laughed at her, flexing the glistening length again. "Well, that depends," he said. " ... On what kind of treatment it gets ... and who's doing the treating."
Nikki studied the monster baby-maker critically, then looked up at him again. "Ten inches right? ... Or is it eleven?"
"That varies, too," Dane told her. "One time I measured it when it was up to twelve ... "
"Jesus," Nikki said, glancing at Denise. "Can you believe that?"
"I told you I was going to need help," Denise said, making a shrugging gesture with her mouth.
"It's probably down to about eight-and-a-half or nine now," Dane said, with a leading edge in his voice.
Nikki looked up and met his eyes. "Yeah ... I suppose you want me to do something about that?"
"Well, you could ... Does anything come to mind?"
"Yeah," Nikki said after a short pause. "But I don't have my meat cleaver with me."
He erupted in a burst of genuine laughter at that, tossing his head back while the arching bowsprit waved wildly before his belly. Nikki heard Denise giggling too. Somehow she could not seem to take her eyes off the gigantic, wobbling penis.
"Well," Dane resumed after a few moments, taking a step toward her on his knees, "you said something before about wanting to measure it ... "
Nikki regarded the glistening shaft of the big peter, sticky and smeared with the heavy droolings of Denise's pussyflesh and Dane's own thick, clear cum. She pursed her lips in a negative expression. "Couldn't do very much with that," she said critically. "It's too sticky and messed up."
"Well, " he persisted patiently, "you could do something about that."
Nikki raised her eyes to his once again, then stared straight into the eye of that oversized pecker. "Yeah, okay," she said softly, then moved forward like a striking snake and sucked the swollen nozzle into her mouth. Her hands grabbed the love handles above each of Dane's hipbones, and she began sliding her head back and forth, her mouth slipping smoothly over the beefy, tacky meat of his cock.
"Jesus," the blond man exclaimed in surprise, turning to Denise, "she doesn't fool around, does she?"
Denise raised a hand to her mouth in spite of herself, trying to cover her wide, crooked grin. "No, sir ... I'll say she doesn't!" was all she could manage without going into total hysterics.
Meanwhile Nikki was working energetically, moving up closer to Dane on her shapely knees, her head pistoning back and forth over the rigid flesh of his prick in a steady, practiced motion. Her wide lips held the big tool firmly, but still loosely enough so her mouth didn't catch on the sticky residue from the blond man's orgasm and Denise's spunky quim. The brown curls pushed forward and back forward and back, each time sucking another inch or so of the titanic rod into her warm, wet mouth.
Nikki kept her eyes closed and her hands locked firmly on the lean, trim sides of her client. Her nostrils flared dramatically as she breathed briskly and steadily through her nose, using the familiar technique to avoid choking or gagging on the beastly large piece of male sexmeat gradually pushing into her throat. The swift, regular sucking action of her wide-stretched mouth began to release an occasional loud slurp from her lips, and as her head drew back to the tip of the monster wang, the shaft shone in the dim light with the fresh wetness of her thrilling mouth.
Dane's hands came up and rested on her pistoning head, his own eyes closing as a few tiny moans escaped his lips.
"Oh, God ... " he mumbled. "Baby ... your mouth is ... priceless!"
Denise, at first stunned and amused at Nikki's aggressive outburst of cocksucking, decided suddenly that she'd better do something to help her friend out. She moved up next to Dane on the springy mattress and ran her hands over his shoulders and back, then grabbed his sculpted neck and began plunging her warm tongue into his left ear. He sucked in his breath and dipped his head toward her in response, his hips beginning a small thrusting motion back and forth at Nikki's face.
Nikki reached over as she felt Dane begin gently pumping his prong back and forth and grabbed the huge tool at its base, gripping it tightly so she could control the degree of penetration down her throat. She settled firmly onto her haunches and used her clutching hand to pull the bulging shaft forward into her mouth. As Dane realized that she was urging him to thrust more deeply, Nikki gradually reduced the back-and-forth head action she had been using and held herself stationary, now letting the tall blond man fuck his fat cockmeat in and out of her clinging lips.
Feeling the changeover and realizing that the big-breasted, sexy model was signaling that she was willing to let him fuck her in the mouth with his eleven- or twelve-inch prick, Dane immediately got turned on. He began breathing in short, excited pants, and Nikki could feel his partially rigid member swiftly returning to a state of full, massive hardness, like a concrete pole wrapped in fleshy sponge rubber. The blond man began sawing his penis .back and forth more urgently, seeking to push It deeper and deeper into his lover's warm clutching throat.
At the same time, Denise was continuing a stimulating attack on some of his other horn buttons-French kissing and sucking his ear, running her tongue up and down his exposed neck, caressing the underside of his swinging balls and digging her sharp-nailed fingers into his pistoning ass-crack.
The combined sensations triggered by these simultaneous assaults were driving Dane closer and closer to the peak of excitement, bringing him along from randy, medium arousal to panting, hot-blooded interest in the space of only a few minutes. It was like drinking a double shot of it usually mild drink-all of a sudden you were on the brink, without even realizing it was happening to you!
Sitting back on her long, firm, tapered legs, Nikki hung onto Dane's plunging, elongated peter with one hand and pushed constantly against his belly and his straining bush with the other. She had to fight constantly against his increasingly vigorous bucking, struggling to keep his cock manageable and to prevent him from driving it right through the back of her head.
She opened her mouth as far as it would go around the sliding shaft of his meat, steadily hoisting her shoulders and trying to crane her head and neck forward so that his eager pecker would have the proper angle to fuck deeply in and out of her throat. She was breathing heavily through her nose, her panting breath falling hotly on Dane's cockflesh as it stabbed in and out of her face. Her eyes were shut tight and her round, soft breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her labored breathing. Occasionally, she swirled her tongue around the moving meat, giving it a little added thrill. She could feel the gradual tightening of Dane's fingers on her head.
There was really no focused thought in her mind, but Nikki was vaguely aware that this action might quickly bring him to his second climax. She was sure Denise was doing all she could to help out; she could feel the mattress dipping and tilting constantly as the black-haired girl moved around beside and behind their panting client. The only question was whether Nikki could take enough of his mammoth meat down her throat to make him cum-and if she succeeded, whether she would be drowned in the process.
All at once, Nikki heard a thin, high moan in the room. Her eyes popped open in surprise as Dane's fuckstick continued to saw in and out of her mouth. It sounded like something metallic-she thought the air-conditioner or heater might be going to explode. Then suddenly the noise broadened and deepened, and she realized with shock that it was the tall, blond man himself who was making the racket.
She stared up in wonder at his passion-clouded face, and suddenly he began to whimper, his hips lunging even more furiously at her gaping mouth. His fingers clutched frantically at her scalp.
"Mmmmm-n-n-n-h-nh-nh-nh!" he cried helplessly, his head tossing from side to side. "Mmmrnmn-n-n-n-I'm gonna cum ... gonna cum ... Can't stop ... I can't stop ... gonna cu-u-u-um-m-m-m!"
Immediately both girls went into action.
"No, no!" Denise cried, slapping him sharply on the shoulder. "Don't cum in her mouth!" She reached down and helped yank his long, steel-stiff rod out of Nikki's mouth at the same time her friend was jerking her head back swiftly and then flopping over onto her back, her heavy boobs bouncing wildly.
Nikki landed on the mattress and immediately splayed her long, brown legs wide apart, giving Dane a wide-open invitation into her tight, wet pussy. He didn't move for a moment or two, stunned by Denise's slap and by the sudden disappearance of the warm, sucking sheath where he'd been pumping his cock. But when he saw Nikki's trim, symmetrical triangle of smoky brown pubic hair waiting before him, framed by her sleek, outflung legs, the tender pink meat showing through as she spread as wide as she could-he plunged forward like a heat-seeking missile.
His huge, spit-slickened hard-on stabbed desperately at the gaping young cunt, and Nikki reached down swiftly, grabbing the big, slippery helmet and guiding into the lips of her fuck-box. Feeling the wet, hot lips of Nikki's pussy close around his cockhead, Dane roared with lust and rammed himself violently forward, the huge, hard, twelve-inch pole of penis flesh driving in and down and down and down, splitting the tight, drooling catacomb of membranes apart like a steel rod spearing through soft muck.
Nikki gave out a long, deep, breathless moan, fearing that she might be torn completely apart, split into two sections from her vulva to her breastbone and left impaled on the mattress by this gargantuan piece of fucking meat. But before she could be sure what had happened, the bulging Brahma-bull cock was being hauled back out and then slammed into her again, feeling for all the world like its complete length was going in.
Was she actually taking his whole prick up her cunt?
Nikki wasn't certain because her whole crotch was in a state of shock, but she thought that Dane was actually getting his entire big fucking monstrous dick into her as he pumped brutally back and forth once, twice, three times, four times. She pointed her toes at the ceiling and tried to feel the slap of his big balls against her upturned asscheeks. His pounding pelvis was starting to raise an angry, searing, whirling sensation in her hot, hard clitoris, she knew that for sure.
She began to wiggle her pussy under his battering hips, trying to bring her clit directly in contact with the force of his fucking movements. Then she started to pump her cunt back up at him, smearing her horny clitty button against him on each smashing stroke. She groaned anxiously-she knew it would only take a little of this to send her crashing off on one of the biggest orgasms of her life!
And then, with a choking, gargling growl, Dane unleashed a hot, spewing torrent of cum from his egg-shaped testicles, shooting his thick sperm again and again and again into Nikki's hot, wet, tight young snatch. Nikki thought she felt the first violent spurt strike inside her, and then her entire love channel was flooded with his warm, sticky fluid. It poured up inside her womb, splashing against her cervix and rolling back again, overflowing out her open vulva and dripping downward, just as it had with Denise.
Dane groaned with the crushing bliss of sexual release and shoved his bubbling pecker all the way back in her, collapsing on top of her soft breasts with a gush of tortured breath. Nikki groaned in disappointment at being cheated out of her orgasm, but then she felt Denise smoothing the perspiration from her forehead and crooning, "That's all right, baby ... that's all right now."
Now Nikki remembered the old adage she had read somewhere and then had heard more than once from Denise herself-it wasn't "professional" for a working girl to cum with her clients. You could make a hundred dollars in less than thirty minutes with some yo-yo you never saw before or after that occasion ... that was professional as hell. But cumming with clients, or cumming for clients-either way-oh, no, that we didn't do!
Well, Nikki thought as her stinging clit plagued her from beneath Dane's motionless, fiercely panting body, she had been professional as a sonofabitch. Unfortunately, she was still hornier as a platypus bitch in heat under a full moon ... !
Many long, panting, recuperating minutes later, Nikki was amazed when Dane's first words to her were: "I didn't ... didn't mean to cum ... I wanted to eat you ... Didn't mean to cum so soon."
She was tempted to tell him to get down there now and whale away; don't stop until he'd lapped up every single drop of his own sperm and she'd had five or six orgasms herself!
But Denise quickly intervened. "Well, how about next week, baby? Come back and see us then and you can eat her until she climbs the walls!"
To Nikki, she leaned close and whispered in her ear: "You'll like it next week, too, Sweetie ... North Carolina will probably beat our asses off!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nikki Newman was angrier than she had ever been in her life.
She sat on the bed in her small apartment, shaking with fury. This was the final, crushing straw! This was the last sneaky, slimy, underhanded insult she could take! She wasn't going to be treated like a piece of shit in this world any more!
In her trembling hands, she held the tiny black .32 snub-nosed revolver that she had bought back in Silver Spring before making her first trip to the big city. She turned it over and over, occasionally cocking the hammer and snapping the trigger, as if to reassure herself that they still worked. On the bed beside her was a little Styrofoam container of bullets. They stood in neat, soldierly rows, their brass jackets glinting dully in the dim light.
Well, she told herself viciously, her chin curdling, her lips trembling helplessly ... something was going to be done about this! This was one she wasn't going to let go! She gritted her teeth fiercely, a small whine escaping her, but in spite of herself she felt the large, hot tears dropping on her knees. That made her even madder and she looked about frantically for something she could do to vent her anger, for something she could smash, for something she could throw. She finally tossed the gun aside and began beating her fists savagely into her pillows, raining one brutal blow after another into the yielding fabric, her arms wind milling furiously, until at last the killing edge came off her anger and she collapsed in an explosion of sobs.
This was too fucking much, Nikki told herself desperately ... she didn't have to be the victim for shit like this!
Could you imagine the balls of that motherfucker bastard Friedman! She had gone to talk to Amanda Trafalgar, just to see if there was anything she needed to know and hadn't been told about the shoot. Had to bribe the booking agent at Hawley's fifty bucks which she didn't even have to get the goddam address, then when she got there it cost her another twenty to persuade the doorman to take her up.
Seventy fucking dollars! Christ, if hadn't been for the weekend of part-time hooking with Denise, she wouldn't have even been able to seethe fucking bitch! And for what?-to find out what! That the motherfucking shoot was already over, had been done weeks ago, and that Friedman wasn't even the sonofabitch handling it anyway! He'd been such a pimpy, obnoxious dicksucker about the whole thing, Amanda said, that Finnelli had finally told him to shove it up his ass and went to Stuart Simms.
And those official, proper, signed contracts were nothing but crap! They were nothing but toilet paper to wipe the shit out of your ass, she told herself bitterly, bursting into another helpless string of sobs. They were completely bogus all the way! Just sitting there waiting to help that nasty, old, shit-faced bastard exploit some other unsuspecting victim, exactly like he'd done to her!
Well, by God, she told herself savagely, sitting up on the bed, he wasn't going to get away with this one! She was going to kill the motherfucker!
She reached for the gun, her face hot and flushed with crying, her hair mussed, her lips swollen and still trembling, her teeth ferociously clenched. She dumped the Styrofoam holder on its side, pushed the cylinder out of the .32 and began shoving bullets into the empty chambers, working as fast as she could with her shaking hands.
She was going to take this motherfucking gun, and she was going to put it up to that big, ugly bastard's head, and she was going to blow his fucking brains out all over the floor! ... Then they'd see just how goddam funny the bastard felt about that ... !
She finished loading the revolver and slammed it shut, handling it like a policewoman who'd been dealing with weapons for years. She jumped off the bed and stuffed the gun in her purse, working it down to the bottom so it would be out of sight. Then she dragged out her keys, struggled into her vinyl coat, and hurried out to her car. It was pretty late now, so she could be almost certain of catching Friedman at home.
She smiled grimly to herself as she started the engine and headed the automobile for Friedman's expensive apartment. The old bastard would never dream she'd have the guts to do something like this! She was gonna' catch him flatter than a pancake run over by every steamroller in the whole world! ... This was going to be beautiful! She was gonna catch him with his pants down a hell of a lot further than they'd been the last time the two of them met!
That idea put another interesting thought into her head. What the hell ... maybe she'd blow his balls off first, then kill him!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nikki was about halfway to Howard Freidman's apartment when she realized that she couldn't do it.
She pulled over to the side of the street, shut off the engine, and cried some more bitter tears. God knew the filthy bastard deserved it, but she didn't have what it took to kill somebody over something like this. Not that it wasn't important-it was goddam important to her! It was her career, for Christ's sake; it was the break she'd been waiting, and hoping, and praying for!
And not only that, it was humiliating, too! It was a slimy, dirty, rotten trick, and the sorry bastard deserved to have something done to him ... But she couldn't do it. And she couldn't afford to hire somebody else to beat him up or something, either.
Still, she supposed it wasn't really very important in the great, grand scheme of things. Besides, what did she want to do-spend the rest of her life with a bunch of bull-dyke lezzies in some fucking jail somewhere? Nikki thought briefly of using the gun on herself, but that thought was erased by another that popped into her head, seemingly out of thin air.
Suddenly she remembered something Amanda Trafalgar had said in the course of their conversation. The famous model had felt pretty sorry for her, and in an effort to soothe Nikki's obviously crushed emotions, she had said perhaps more than she should have.
Nikki had been in a total daze at the time, feeling like a safe had been dropped on her from the moment she heard they'd already finished the shoot. But now she recalled Amanda saying that she was a nice-looking girl and suggesting that she give Franco Finnelli a try on her own, adding that he was in town at that very moment.
"They'll tell you he isn't, of course," she said, "but in fact he's spending a week at his townhouse over in Windhaven Heights."
Nikki had hardly paid any attention, shell-shocked as she was, and doubting whether she could believe Amanda anyway. Her sole thought had been to get the hell out of there and hide her humiliation before she broke down and went completely to pieces before a total stranger. But now, as she thought back on it, she felt that Amanda had been telling the truth.
What the hell, Nikki thought as she started the car, she couldn't be in any worse shape, basically, than she was right now with her career. So if Finnelli wasn't really in residence, who cared? How much trouble could she get in for checking, anyway? And with the mood she was in, even if she'd decided not to shoot Friedman, nobody was going to give her very much grief about anything or they'd end up with a .32 snub nose shoved up their ass, she'd guarantee them that!
It was a long trip over to the Windhaven Heights tower, and Nikki used the time to formulate her course of action. Finnelli wasn't expecting her and he wouldn't be glad to see her-he didn't know anything about the way Howard Friedman had screwed her, and if he did, Nikki was sure he wouldn't give a shit. So she had to approach this right. And if Amanda Trafalgai's building had security in the lobby, it was a foregone conclusion that Windhaven Heights did, too. You could bet your rosy red ass on that!
She glanced at her watch. It was after midnight now, and that should help her. Even if these buildings employed more than one security guard during the day, they almost always cut back to a single man at night ... Which made a hell of a lot of sense, Nikki, reflected, since most of the break -ins and bullshit that went on in the apartments and condos happened at night! Christ, these security agencies must be run by the fucking government or something ...
But it was going to work out dandily for her, because if Windhaven Heights just had one guard on duty after midnight, he wasn't going to stand a fucking chance!
Nikki parked up 'the street from the soaring tower and walked to the revolving doors in the center of the brightly lighted, glass-enclosed lobby. Yeah, there was the guard behind the huge desk next to the tenant intercom switchboard, looking soldierly as hell in his drab gray uniform. Nikki had it all figured out. She opened her vinyl coat as she came in, fluffing her hair and frowning as if reacting to the lobby heat. But as she did so, she gave the guard an excellent chance to watch her big breasts in action through the clinging material of her yellow sweater.
It didn't take long to learn how to use 36-DDs.
She strode straight up to the desk, glancing around and hoping to God the lobby stayed empty for the next minute or two. She looked straight into the guard's eyes and smiled warmly, a single lock of brown hair curling sexily over her forehead.
"Hi, there," she said easily. "I'm supposed to see a Foster, on the thirty-third floor, I think."
The guard eyed her up and down and his lips twisted sardonically. "You're not a working girl, are you, Sweetheart?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am!" Nikki returned sharply. "I work for the Freidman, Tasker and Hargill modeling agency, and if I hear one more crack like that, you're gonna be wishing you'd kept your mouth shut!"
The guard retreated visibly in his manner and looked quickly down at his roster book. "And you're looking for who ... ?"
"Mr. Foster," Nikki said, stepping around beside the desk and peering at the book with him. "I don't know the first name, but I think he's in thirty three-oh-four."
"Nah, our numbers don't run that way," the guard said, sliding his finger quickly down the long line of names. "We have a thirty-three-dee, though ... "
Nikki slipped her right hand into her purse and worked her fingers quietly through it while she watched the guard search the list.
"Nope," he announced, "three-three-dee is Blumquist."
"Gosh," Nikki said disappointedly. "Well, do you have the names listed alphabetically?"
"Yeah," the guard replied, flipping to the back of his ledger. "But I'll tell you, dear, I've been here six weeks, and I don't recognize that name ... I don't think we have any Foster-"
"No shit, Stupid," Nikki said, and cracked him smartly behind the ear with the barrel of the revolver. He collapsed like a doll on top of the desk, his grey bus driver's cap tumbling to the floor. She took a quick look at his head, twisting her mouth when saw the angry red cut on his ear, already oozing a trickle of blood. Damn, she hoped she hadn't hit the bastard too hard!
Swiftly Nikki whipped the ledger around to the side of the desk, zooming her finger down through the alphabetical list to the Fs. Yep, there it was Finnelli, Franco; 19E. All right! She flipped the roster pages back to the front, to the original list, then slipped the book hurriedly under one of the guard's motionless hands. Glancing quickly around, she stuffed the .32 further into her purse and ran to the elevators, punching every "Up" button she could see.
A car arrived in short order and she hustled inside, heaving a huge sigh of relief as the doors finally dosed in front of her. Wow! She brushed the hair back from her forehead with a hand that trembled just a little, watching the illuminated numbers climb toward 19. The lobby was the one place where she felt she could've really been loused up, so God Almighty, she was glad to get out of there!
The elevator stopped smoothly and opened with a friendly chime. Nikki peered briefly up and down the hall, then set out quickly for Finnelli's door. She strode quickly through the narrow, circular hallway, meeting nobody, hearing no sounds. When she came to "E" she pressed the bell at once, then moved off to one side so he couldn't see her through the security peephole. She looked down at the rich crushed-pile carpet under her boots, then glanced at the expensive modern paintings adorning the walls. And this was just the frigging hallway, she thought. Yeah, rents in this place probably ranged from two to five thousand "a month, depending on what was inside!
She pressed the bell again and then a third time, hearing a chime sounding deep inside the apartment. She stood fidgeting nervously, worried that someone might appear in the hall. Finally, she got the sense that somebody was on the other side of the door. No sound came to her as she stood back out of the way, dodging the peephole. Just to make sure, she leaned-across as low as she could manage and punched the bell button again.
"Yeah, who is it?" came a muffled voice from inside the door, sounding disturbed and irritated.
Well, Nikki was irritated, too. "Emergency!" she called flatly. "The building's on fire!"
There was no answer for several seconds. Then the man's voice came again: "Kelly, is that you?"
Nikki rapped on the door several times with her knuckles. "Hey, baby, you'd better get out of there!"
"Oh, for Christ's sake ... !" Her heart leaped as she heard a lock being turned and the deadbolt being thrown back. She reached in her purse and pulled out the gun, leveling it just as the door opened with Finnelli grumbling, "This better not be another one of your drunken-!"
"Stone-cold sober, baby," Nikki snapped as he stopped dead, staring at her in surprise, and then backing up as he saw the revolver. She jerked it at him and pushed her way inside, ordering, "Get back in there!"
He stumbled backward in confusion, his mouth opening, not knowing whether to obey or resist, clearly unprepared for anything of this type. Nikki recognized the classic, European features from pictures she had seen, but he seemed to be kind of spaced-out and distant, like he was on some kind of drug. He was wearing a white knee-length, bed jacket-type garment made of a thin, dainty fabric and decorated in front with embroidery and rows of vertical ruffles. It gave his body a soft, vulnerable, extremely sexy lift as he moved around.
Nikki slammed the door behind her and turned the lock, then, glancing at Finnelli she began working to shove home the bolt.
"Hey ... what the hell is this?" he finally managed in a rather tremulous voice.
"Nothing to worry about," Nikki told him, jamming the bolt in and turning back to face him, the gun waving aimlessly. "Just a little professional visit. Strictly bus-"
"Frankie-e-e ... who is it?" a female voice called shrilly from the next room.
Oh, my goddam, ass-kissing Christ, Nikki thought-another fucking broad! For a couple of moments she was stopped cold ... this was something she absolutely had not counted on!
"Fran-n-n-n-n-kie-e ... " the voice called petulantly and very languorously. Nikki had the feeling she'd broken up a serious fucking scene when she started ringing the doorbell.
"All right," Nikki said, regaining control, "get back in there! Let's not keep the little darling waiting ... "
Finnelli retreated toward the door to the bedroom, backing up slowly without turning around, his eyes fastened on the .32 in Nikki's hand. "I wish you'd put that gun away," he told her quaveringly.
Nikki didn't bother to answer, but crowded up close to him and forced him to back up more quickly. She half-pushed him through the door of the bedroom and then stood transfixed, her mouth open, the revolver hanging uselessly down at her side, as she took in the spectacle before her.
The bedroom's primary motif was shocking pink, on the drapes and the walls and the canopy of a huge four-poster bed. It was counter-pointed liberally by a pale, royal blue, on the skirts and sheets of the bed, on the window trim and baseboards, and on the ceiling to provide the feeling of sky that was permanently, weirdly blue. The few pieces of furniture besides the bed were white and ornately trimmed in gold and gold leaf, and the floor was covered with an immaculate, luxuriant carpet of deep, pure lambskin, as white as a sheet of new, furry snow.
And on the bed, reposing like someone from a picture suddenly come to life, was a rounded, buxom woman with the goldest, blondest hair and the biggest pair of breasts Nikki had ever seen. She was leaning back against a mound of pink and blue and gold pillows, one thigh decorously crooked in front of her snatch, her huge, white tits spilling pendulously toward them as she turned to see who was at the door.
Somehow she seemed to be the only female, or the only type of female, who could possibly fit into a scene like that. It was, indeed, like something from a photographer's fractured fantasy ... Nikki had the feeling, in fact, that it was almost intended as a joke, as a parody of the ultimate in ridiculously, excessively sexy bedroom decor. It was so extreme as to actually be a turn-off, rather than the sensual visual stimulant it seemed intended to be.
And the same thing was true of the girl-she was so extreme in every respect. She wasn't just the palest, blondest thing Nikki had ever seen-she knew without the slightest need for confirmation that the hair on the blonde's cunt was as gold as the hair on her head-she also had to have the largest set of white, pink-nippled breasts that could be imagined this side of a Wisconsin cow barn! And yet, at the same time, they somehow weren't so huge as to be repulsive-they were just-large enough to be a fabulous turn-on, and Nikki was sure she had an ass and legs and pussy to match.
She was tempted to make a crack about the classic example of a French whorehouse right in your own bedroom, but somehow it was too classy, too polished for that. And French whores hardly ever looked as sharp as that broad on the bed, Nikki was willing to bet on that.
At last she heaved a great, disbelieving sigh and murmured, still looking about the room: "This is the most amazing goddam thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"Well ... " Finnelli said weakly, "it is kind of unusual."
"Fran-n-ki-e-e," the blonde squawked from the bed. "Who is that?" It sounded to Nikki like she, too, was about half-zonked. One thing was for sure-the blonde's voice had to be her weak point!
"I guess I'm the only one here who's not pretty well blitzed," Nikki said to Finnelli, looking him up and down once and nodding toward the bed.
"Well," he said slowly, " ... we've both had a couple of "lids." He made a kind of apologetic gesture with one hand.
"Yeah," Nikki said, looking back toward the bed where the blonde was trying to focus on the unfamiliar figure standing at the door. "Well, look, Mr. Finnelli, I'm just an undiscovered model who was supposed to have a shoot with you-I thought and didn't get it, so I thought I'd barge in here while I was in the mood and force you to look at me ... You know, I thought maybe if you liked me you could use me in something else ... but after seeing this," she glanced into the bedroom again, "-and her-I guess I'd better just keep my clothes on!
She lifted the snub nose and stuffed it into her handbag, then turned to leave. "I'm obviously interrupting something here," she told him, "and I'm sorry. Let me just get out of your way!"
"No, wait a minute," he said quickly, placing a hand gently on her arm. "As long as you're here, wouldn't you like to stay for a little while?"
"Aw, hey, man," Nikki said, shaking her head, "I'd like to, but there's no way I can compete with that!" She flung a hand in the direction of the bed.
"No, hey ... no ... wait," the photographer said dully, holding onto her arm. "I'm serious ... you are a nice-looking girl ... we'd like to have you join us for a while ... Please."
Nikki looked at him. "Really, Mr. Finnelli. You don't have to. I put my gun away.
"Hey, Frankie, please ... Frankie," he told her, his face registering a look that said he had a good point to make, but just lacked the alertness to hammer it. Nikki waited on him. "And speaking of that ... you're definitely the first girl who broke in here at gun-point ... whom I ... who was invited to stay! ... So I must be serious, right?"
"Well" Nikki said with a slight chuckle " ... okay, if you put it like that. I guess you've twisted my arm."
"Excellent!" Finnelli said with a dazed smile, then peeled off his fancy bed jacket with one sweeping movement and tossed it away. "Excellent!"
Nikki was surprised, but she tried to appear nonchalant as the famous photographer stood naked before her. He had a kind of delicately sculpted body that was, at the same time, fairly solid. His chest and belly were covered by a fine mat of curly black hairs, his legs and chest were both moderately well-developed and shaped as if he had the potential for a muscular, athletic build but not the interest.
Her eyes eventually fell on his dark-skinned cock, which appeared to be semi-hard and had a gooey stain around its eye. Now Nikki was positive she had broken in on a screwing session, possibly one that was fairly well launched at the time!
"Now," Finnelli said, extending a graceful arm toward the bed, "you're not only the only one ... only one ... who's not stoned ... you're the only one who's not nude!" He smiled radiantly, as if he seemed to feel this was an extremely clever remark. Nikki patted his pecker as she stepped past him, then as an afterthought he suddenly asked, "Are you bi?"
Nikki set her purse down on a chair, shed her coat and dropped it on top of the purse, then reached down and gripped the bottom of her yellow sweater. All the while she was studying the blonde on the bed, seeming to consider how to answer. "Well," she said, lifting the sweater over her head to reveal her 36-DDs barely contained by a push-up bra, "you never know till you try ... Right?"
Finnelli seemed to think this, too, was unusually funny, guffawing silently while Nikki removed her skirt and sat down to wrestle with her boots. While she leaned over to unzip them, Finnelli came over next to her and unsnapped her bra, whipping it out from her dangling breasts with a clean, practiced motion. Then his hands returned to cup her breasts, gently and with great respect, lifting and exploring them lovingly, then plucking at the nipples with deft fingers.
"Oh, these are lovely," he said huskily, and Nikki felt a spark of arousal flicker through her loins. When she stood up, his prick was already on the rise, standing up much higher in its nest of heavy black pubic hair. Finnelli's eyes took in every detail of Nikki's boob flesh, then he stroked them both gently at the sides. "Mm, lovely," he repeated, and then led her to-the bed.
"Tiffy, darling, look what I've brought you," Finnelli said to the blonde. "What was your name, dear? "
"Nicolle," Nikki said as the blonde dropped her thigh cattily, exposing her cunt for the first time. Her pussy was covered with a thatch of fine blond hairs as neat and golden as woven flax. Her muff was so orderly it almost looked combed. She let her legs fall apart slightly, as if by accident, and Nikki's nostrils flared furiously at the sight of her delicate pink membranes showing through the fleecy blonde fur. Her vulva was a sticky, irritated mess, the huge pink clitoris bulging angrily from the top of her slit, her inner lips showing through smeared and twisted in her dried juice; and down below was the dark, gaping joy hole, its open mouth looking abused and worked over.
If this wasn't a twat that had been fucked within the last ten minutes, Nikki had never seen one!
She raised her eyes to the huge, soft breasts, the nipples still partially wrinkled and semi-hard. From the doorway Nikki had thought the blonde's nipples weren't excited because they looked so large; now, up close, she saw that even in a state of partial arousal they were larger than hers were soft. God, this broad had a lot of meat! But her belly was comparatively trim. It sloped generously downward from her titanic titties, buxom and rounded, split in the middle by the gash of her deep, dark slit-navel, plunging finally into that dense swirl of honey-colored pubic hair.
Nikki realized suddenly how heavily she was breathing. She wondered if her tongue had been hanging out.
"I see you like Tiffy," Finnelli said. "This may not be so difficult after all ... "
"Come here, Darling," the blonde said, sitting up and catching Nikki by the hand. "Nicolle."
"You can call me Nikki," the brown-haired girl scud, her round, white breasts arching forward to meet those of the blonde.
"Nikki. Come here, baby ... " the blonde drew Nikki down and gathered her into her arms as Finnelli deftly stripped the bikini panties off her long legs and tossed them away. "Are you sticky, Nikki?"
Finnelli giggled, "Ooh, a poet!" and began running his hands swiftly over Nikki's soft ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks, when dipping his slim fingers into the deep crack and sliding them down toward her inverted pussy.
Nikki was overwhelmed by the rich, heady scent of Tiffy's perfume as she lay down, and she sank eagerly onto that massive bosom, settling against what seemed like a sea of softness, abandoning herself to the flood of stimulating sensations. She began kissing the blonde's soft, statuesque throat, nibbling and sucking at the warm, tender flesh. Then, quickly, she worked her way up the fire jaw and across her cheek, then plunged her lips into that warm, wet, wide mouth.
What the hell, Nikki thought vaguely, if she was going to try a bisexual experience, she might as well do the goddarn thing right!
Her mouth worked aggressively against Tiffany's, her lips sucking and nibbling at those of the other woman. Somehow it didn't seem to come through to her that this was a female she was kissing. The blonde's lips were large and warm and responsive, nipping and chewing back with equal enthusiasm. Nikki kept her eyes closed and her mind full of Tiffy's erotic aroma, and it really didn't seem to matter. It had been almost a week now since her bout with Denise and Dane at the game, so she was pretty horny, anyway.
Nikki slid her tongue slowly and languidly into Tiffany's mouth, loving the taste of her. The blonde responded immediately and their tongues caressed and swirled electrically, then Tiffy sucked Nikki's tongue sharply into her mouth. Nikki moaned and writhed her hips desperately. Oh, God, she loved that!
Then she felt another tongue titillating her ass; it crawled warmly and wetly across one cheek and then the other, then it dived thrillingly into her bung hole and probed at the taut opening. Nikki lifted her ass and hunched it backward, still hotly Frenching Tiffany's mouth. Finnelli ran his tongue down swiftly and began lapping at Nikki's cuntlips with long; liquid strokes. She moaned again thrust her pussy back at his face, pulling her mouth away from Tiffany's lips and attacking her breasts.
Nikki sucked one of the blonde's huge pink nipples into her mouth and chewed it hungrily, delighting at the softness of the pebbled, puckered flesh. Tiffany gave a little croon deep in her throat and wriggled her powerful hips beneath Nikki's pelvis. The brown-haired girl felt that fine, silky mat of pubic hair rubbing against one of her thighs, and it caused the tingles to begin swirling in her ditty button.
Behind her, Finnelli pushed his face up between her soft ass buns and began slurping greedily at her furry labia. His thumb searched through her curly pubes and found her swelling clit, then teased it expertly. Nikki gasped, pulling her mouth from Tiffy's left nipple and attacking its twin. As she moved her head she saw the saliva-smeared pink flesh wrinkled angrily, turning a light shade of red, with the bullet-shaped nipple standing up stiff and erect, two inches high if it was a millimeter.
Tiffy groaned deeply as Nikki started sucking and biting at the crown of her other monster boob, and the brown-haired girl felt the pelvis below her start grinding slowly up and down, back and forth, pushing steadily against the fullness of her naked thigh.' She slid her hips over slightly, temporarily dislodging Finnelli's tongue from her snatch, which he quickly replaced with his fingers. Nikki wriggled her cunt down until it was rubbing against Tiffany's soft blonde muff, then she began returning the larger woman's hunching movements while the photographer's fingers rummaged busily in her hot, open screw-tunnel.
"I have an ... announcement," Finnelli said suddenly ... "In answer to your question ... Tiffy ... Yes."
The big blonde continued combing her strong fingers through Nikki's hair as the smaller girl sucked her tit, then she cocked her golden head to one side and mumbled, "Wha-a-at-t?"
Finnelli did not answer immediately because his tongue was buried in Nikki's pudding again, flicking and probing wildly, his lips sucking up the tangy fluids that were starting to pour out of her youthful bang-box. When he paused for a breath, he repeated: "I said, your answer is ... yes."
Tiffany raised up and thrust her hot, wet tongue into Nikki's right ear, eliciting an immediate throaty groan. She kissed and licked the ear for several moments, then lifted Nikki's face from her rigid nipple and kissed and Frenched avidly at the brown-haired girl's dripping mouth. In between nibbling kisses and swipes with her tongue, the blonde whispered into Nikki's mouth, "What ... the hell ... is he talk ... talking about?"
"Beats the hell ... outa me," Nikki replied breathily, catching Tiffy's head between her hands and aggressively chasing the blonde's tongue, nipping and lunging eagerly until she finally sucked it into her mouth. She pulled it inward as hard as she could, trying to thrill her lover as much as she had been thrilled herself.
Finally Tiffany broke the contact, sucking her tongue powerfully out through Nikki's lips and then pushing the brown-haired girl up by the shoulders so she could get at her dangling breasts. The blonde fastened her mouth on first one nipple and then the other, sucking and biting expertly while Nikki closed her eyes and moaned repeatedly, her breath snorting through her nostrils, her head twisting from side to side.
"What ... what was ... your question?" Nikki eventually gasped, watching as the blonde nibbled her way across the undersides of her round, dangling milk-bags.
All at once Tiffy stopped and collapsed in a fit of laughter, falling back against the pillows and letting her giggles shrill through the bedroom. Nikki stared at her in wonder, tossing on the rocking surface of her mammoth mammaries, feeling the sensuous heaving of her full belly as she laughed helplessly.
Finnelli lifted his face above the sexy curve of Nikki's upraised ass, his mouth a wet, sloppy mask of the tall girl's pungent pussy juices. He gazed at Tiffany expectantly, his hands gripping each side of Nikki's tender toosh.
"I-I-I-I-I-e-e-e get it!" Tiffany finally exclaimed exultantly, her Bunyan-sized boobs still heaving with amusement. She opened her eyes-Nikki noticed for the first time that they were as pure blue as any print or fabric in the room-and looked down at Finnelli, her mouth curving with humor and appreciation. " ... Nikki is sticky!" And she sailed off again into another paroxysm of laughter, her large, buxom body literally shaking the sturdy four-poster bed.
Finnelli chuckled with her for a few moments, then shoved his hand back into Nikki's dripping pussy, his thumb jolting against her clit like a hammer striking a Chinese gong. She yelped and shivered as an electric thrill crackled through her like lightning, stirring every sensuous nerve-ending in her supple young body. Her eyes snapped shut and she nearly blacked out against the massive yielding softness of Tiffany's oversized bosom.
Recovering quickly, she swung off of Tiffy's body and turned to the photographer, grabbing his now rock-hard cock in her hand. It wasn't particularly thick, but it was a long, dark, hunk of screw-meat, and it was as hard as anything Nikki had ever felt. She studied it momentarily, wiping a large glob of white cum off the knob with her thumb. Then she looked desperately into Finnelli's eyes.
"Will you please fuck me while she recovers?" the undiscovered model asked the celebrated shutter-snapper. "I'm so horny that the inside of my head feels like it's the same color as these walls!"
CHAPTER NINE
Franco Finnelli moved forward instantly, a low growl of desire rumbling from his throat. He grabbed Nikki by the breasts and pulled her against him, kissing and nuzzling her throat, then fastening his lips on hers and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Nikki held her mouth open as she had done when Dane was throat-fucking her in the motel, breathing through it gustily while Finnelli's tongue rolled and swirled and jabbed against hers, his hands working greedily on her tits.
Nikki started to jack his stiff, jutting penis with both hands, using the photographer's own slimy sperm as a lubricant, but he shoved his hips anxiously toward her crotch, reaching down with both hands and dragging her against him by the buns. His dark, slender pecker poked into her dense pubic bush, then slid quickly down and stabbed between her full, brown thighs. Finnelli began sawing his prick back and forth between her legs, pressing her hips down while he forced the top of his projecting ramrod up into the heated wetness of her vulva.
More sparks flew from Nikki's clitoris as Finnelli's cock pistoned in and out of her crotch vee, the long, turgid tool pushing up higher and higher into the soggy folds of her cuntlips.
"Oh, yes, God ... yes!" Nikki gasped, starting to pump her hips in return. "Oh, please, now ... do it quick ... put it in ... oh, God, please! ... I want to feel your cock!"
"You sure you're ready?" Finnelli asked, his mouth descending on Nikki's hard, jutting nipples.
"Oh, Jesus!" she panted. "Yes! ... Oh, Christ! ... I'm so horny I could fuck an elephant!"
Finnelli paused for an instant and chuckled, then pulled her nipple out with his lips until she bleated with pleasure-pain and desperately forced his head away from her tit.
"Come on, for God's sake!" she begged, throwing her arms around his shoulders and toppling over backwards, trying to pull him down into the missionary position. "Do it now! Fuck me ... please! Fuck me hard!"
Now another voice cut in, and at the same time Nikki felt the huge, firm mattress jiggling beside her.
"All right, Frankie!" the blonde woman commanded. "Quit being a bastard! You heard what she said ... she wants you to fuck her. Now hurry up and do it before I beat your ass to flinders!"
Under other circumstances this would have been funny, but Nikki was nowhere near being able to laugh. She clung desperately to Finnelli's shoulders, her breath whooshing like a runaway locomotive, her eyes squinting almost unseeingly at Tiffany, whom she perceived to be a friend, trying to help her get relief from the raging volcano that was boiling in her loins, that was sweeping through the rest of her body, fogging her brain, turning her into a helpless, pleading caricature of herself.
Tiffy cracked him on the shoulder, her gigantic breasts rolling like punching bags on her chest. "Do it, dammit!"
"All right, all right!" the photographer protested petulantly, while from beneath him Nikki chimed in, "Oh, please! Oh, please!"
Finnelli centered his peter on Nikki's pussy, his nearly-black cockhead nestling against her drooling snatch-slot as she brought her thighs up on either side of him in an experienced, automatic gesture. And then he drove stiffly, strongly, deeply forward, spearing his long, slender screw-staff through the tangled folds of her outer and inner lips and plunging sweetly and thrillingly to the bottom of her sopping cunt.
The thrust brought a high, wailing cry from Nikki that trailed off thinly into the air as she arched her back, panting fiercely through her mouth, reveling in the excruciating pleasure of that long, swollen, throbbing hardness climbing endlessly into her belly. She moaned, a wordless, pleading sound as her hands fumbled helplessly at Finnelli's hips, urging him to begin a pumping motion.
"Ple-ease ... ! Pie-ease ... !" Nikki whined frantically, the words making a tiny, honking noise in her nose. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... !"
The photographer looked over at Tiffany, his own breath coming briskly now through his nose as he felt the stimulating tightness of Nikki's deep, wet, 23-year-old vagina. "I don't think this will ... take very long," he told her.
"Well, just do it, will you, for Christ's bleeding sake ... !"
Finnelli leaned forward, licking one of Nikki's nipples, burying his handsome face in her neck. "Ho-! Ohh-h-h-h ... thank you" she breathed as he started a smart, steady back-and-forth screwing motion with his pelvis, his weight balanced on his knees and elbows, his hairy buttocks rising and falling mechanically as he jammed his fuckstick repeatedly into the undiscovered model's snatch. It felt good! It was tight and wet and oh, so steamy inside this girl's pussy!
Nikki was holding desperately to his shoulder blades, like a shipwrecked survivor clinging to a piece of floating rubble for dear life. Only she was worse off-at least someone floating at sea had some command of bodily senses; could tell where he was; could open his eyes. But the brown-haired girl was frozen in a half-arch, her mouth open and mewling, her breath roaring gustily, her eyes tightly shut. She was a total slave to the tornado of passions that blazed out of her belly and was ravaging her entire body, paralyzing her mind, leaving her barely enough coherency to piston her rounded hips back up at Finnelli in a continuum of violent counterthrusts.
She was concentrating on just two things riding up on her lover's cock so that it could get the deepest penetration possible into her pelvis, and smearing her clitoris against him brutally on every stroke, grinding it fiercely into his down-pumping pubic bone, so that she could continue to climb higher and higher up the ladder of ecstasy to a crashing, smashing, shattering orgasm. Her breath came out of her mingled with a moan now on every one of Finnelli's thrusts; a short, sharp burst of sound marking each time that he stuffed his prong into her up to the balls.
Watching her, Tiffany could feel her mouth watering slightly, and a sudden, burning titillation went scampering through her rounded belly and settled in her deep, blonde quim. She had the feeling that her pussy must be leaking on the bed. She glanced down and saw nothing, then wiped her fingers gingerly across the mouth of her snatch. They came away covered with a slick, greasy fluid, and she had to fight the flaming urge to jam her hand back into her box and twist and pinch and jab until her battery-sized clit sparked her into a shuddering, satisfying climax, just as Nikki was on the verge of doing.
The horny blonde wanted to contribute to the vigorous fucking scene before her, but she could see that Nikki would be making it within the space of just a few seconds. So she swabbed her hand over her vulva again, then slipped her sticky, reeking fingers close to Finnelli's nose.
"Oh, God!" the photographer cried, lifting his head and sucking the pussy-slickened digits into his mouth. He slurped the tangy woman juice off the blonde's thick fingers then let them go, smacking his lips and mumbling fervently, "You've got the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted, Tiffy! I want ... to eat it all!"
Just then Nikki blew her cookies, cumming loudly and violently before Finnelli had even hurled a dozen strokes into her eager, excited twat. She dug her long red nails into his back and leapfrogged her lower body ferociously and helplessly up against him, reaching for a maximum of pleasure and satisfaction as the contractions thundered through her cunt. Her face was a twisted, straining mask and a series of sharp, gargled snorting noises accompanied .each wave of silky fireworks that exploded into her belly and rolled throughout her body. Her orgasming pussy tossed itself repeatedly against the battering force of Finnelli's lunging hips until finally her bulging clitty node was drained of sensation and she sank back into the mattress, an explosion of sighs rushing out of her lungs like the four winds.
Her body suddenly took on a slightly limp, dead-cockroach kind of posture as she bathed in the warm, tingling afterglow of her intense climax. She was still cradling Finnelli's firm, hairy, glistening body as he continued to fuck his dong into her with long, liquid, stinging strokes-but her hands now held slackly to his shoulders, her head lay dazedly to one side, and her hips and girdle had softened into a lower, more receptive angle, serving merely as a cushion now for her lover's energetic pubic pounding.
A wave of post-orgasmic shudders ripped through Nikki's tall, slender frame, causing her head and hands and upraised feet to jerk spasmodically, causing a little helpless moan of satisfaction to slip from her half-open mouth. This sequence repeated itself several times while Franco Finnelli continued fucking her with machinelike reliability, his ass lifting and dropping tirelessly, his prick diving again and again and again to the bottom of her hot, soupy, overflowing tunnel.
Nikki's orgasm had raised the flames of lust even high in Tiffany's soft, quivering belly, and the big-breasted blonde now leaned over Finnelli, her soft, dangling boobs pushing sexily into his back, and whispered breathily, " ... Do you want to cum, Frankie?"
The photographer turned his head and said with difficulty. "No ... not yet, honey ... Let her ... let her have a few more ... she's so goddam horny!"
The blonde pushed her tongue into Frankie's ear Frenching it gently and lovingly. He was being drawn into the grip of Nikki's magic membranes she thought to herself. He was a lot closer to spewing his rocks than he thought he was. Oh, well, what the hell-he was only five years older than her own age of 28; he was still young and energetic enough to service two young, lusty, horny women at the same time and make it worthwhile for both of them. He was still man enough to keep a rod up for two or three hours and maybe pop his cork three or four times.
And as long as he could do that, Tiffy thought, she would be happy to stay in his bed. Anything less, and she would quickly be looking for another huge, hard hunk of male meat. She was too much woman to ever let herself go to waste ...
"Well, don't forget about me, Loverboy," she breathed in his ear. "I'm pretty damned horny, too!"
Finnelli reached out and grabbed one of the blonde's giant breasts as she straightened up, squeezing it fondly and pushing it sensuously, and with some difficulty, back into her chest. She closed her eyes and licked her wide lips in response, arching her chest forward and purring throatily.
"How could I forget about you, baby?" he asked through his labored breathing. "You're the ... best-looking ... best-loving ... best-fucking female ... I've ever-"
"Oh, you say that to all the broads," Tiffy interrupted, pushing his hand away from her tit.
Just then another explosion-of cries and whimpers came from Nikki, who had been taking a steady, solid battering from Finnelli s plunging prick and hammering hips all the time he had been talking to the blonde. The relentless pummeling on her engorged clitty bud, the sensuous dragging on her cum-soaked membranes, had gradually built her back up to the towering plateau of another orgasm, and now it was rippling loose in her pussy.
She grabbed Finnelli's back again and began thrusting her hips furiously up at him, digging her painted .toes into the silky blue sheets, her face twisted with passion, her teeth viciously clenched, grunting louder and louder with each frenzied, bucking stroke. Then the cauldron in her cunt boiled over, sending the hot, slippery cum juices flooding into her clinging channel once more. A whiplash of clenching, squeezing contractions stormed through her womb, gripping and tugging and jerking at Finnelli's tortured cock, making the slender, stabbing stanchion feel like it was caught in a soupy, steamy meat grinder.
The photographer raised his head and looked around in surprise as Nikki began choking and babbling incoherently, her head rolling helplessly from side to side. He had a dazed, unprepared expression on his face, and he reached toward Tiffany for assistance.
"Tiffy!" he said breathlessly, "I ... she-I'm gonna shoot, Tiffy! I'm gonna shoo-o-oot ... !"
The blonde woman leaned forward immediately, understanding exactly what he wanted. She gathered him into her arms as he raised up from Nikki's orgasming body, thrusting her huge breasts against his torso and covering his open mouth with hers. She sipped her long, hot tongue quickly into his mouth and began sliding it wetly and sensuously against his own while her lips nibbled and chewed hungrily at his.
Tiffy had been ready for this, because she knew he was closer to cumming than he thought he was. He loved to snuggle against her gargantuan bosom, feeling the big, jutting nipples poking into his chest, and exchange deep, sloppy, languorous French kisses with her when he was breaking his nuts. He told her it provided him with the most protected; satisfied sensations of his life, a combination of being sheltered on the great, indestructible softness of her bosom at the same time he was firing his sperm into a tight, wet, pumping pussy.
When he had confessed this to Tiffany it had struck a motherly instinct within her; had made her feel like there was more to their relationship than just pure, simple' animal rutting. It had made her feel there was something more special about her than the numerous other attractive women 'the photographer went to bed with. So the next time Finnelli brought a model in for a three-way sex party, Tiffy had been hit with a brilliant inspiration. She had been a cheap, little trick, anyway; a rinsed redhead with baseball-sized boobs and snatch hair as black as Finnelli's, and Tiffy hadn't liked her worth a damn.
What kind of work Frankie could have been using her for, she couldn't imagine. Then when she saw the way the girl sucked an erect penis down her throat to the balls like a vacuum hose, virtually in one gulp, she had a clue. This bitch may call herself a model, but she was actually just a professional auditioner. The shutter pros found out how well she could suck cock and passed her around, each saying the next would have the right thing for her. In fact, there hardly would have been anything she could limp through at the high-class, high-gloss national and international levels, and she should have been smart enough to know it. Chances were that she'd end up fucking -for the "Camera in a bunch of low-budget, low-quality adult movies, just to keep from starving to death!
So when Frankie finally stopped schlepping his stalk down the little tramp's throat and cumming in and on her face, and settled down to some serious fucking in her smelly little snatch, Tiffy had decided to get in the way as much as she could. First, when the bitch had asked Tiffy to suck her tits, the blonde had pinched her nipples hard instead-only, to find that this turned her on more than ever! Then Tiffy climbed up and dropped her big blonde cunt right on the girl's face, doing her best to smother the little twist. She had to grudgingly admit that the way the girl had eaten her out-digging her tongue into the soft, blonde fleece and stabbing her huge clit into a fiery erection-was really pretty exciting ... but rather than let herself get into it, Tiffy had reversed her position on the girl's face, turning around so she was facing Frankie.
Then, with Frankie jamming his javelin into the broad's twat for all he was worth, it was the most natural thing in the world for Tiffy to take him in her arms, cradling his upper body against her massive boobs, and kiss and tongue him tenderly, She knew a little bit about the sexy, motherly combination that turned most men on, After all, most men had wanted to fuck their mothers when they were little boys, hadn't they? That was the theory, wasn't it? The fact was, the whole idea kind of turned her on, too.
And when Frankie shot his load in the little tart's lunchbox, the way he had trembled and moaned and pressed up against her, his tongue surging deep in her mouth-well, that had turned her on a lot more. It had reminded her of a little cocker spaniel puppy her father once bought her, something she hadn't thought about in years. The way the soft, furry little bundle had squirmed and squeaked and snuggled against her, shivering and lapping at her face ... and how protective and motherly it had made her feel.
The mingling of all those adult and childhood emotions had blown her away so bad that she nearly sloshed a quart of mouthwash into that little tramp's face. She had barely gotten control of herself in time. If it had been someone she liked, then it would have been all right. But with this bimbo, not a chance! It had left her rudely frustrated for awhile, but there was no way Tiffy was going to give this little snorkel-slurper a chance to say, 'Yeah, I got Frankie Finnelli's girlfriend off even bigger than I got him off!"
The blonde had used the techniques several times since then when Frankie was balling other women, and she never failed to be gratified. It heightened his pleasure so much, she felt, that it was almost better for him than when they were simply making it together. She was no slouch at throwing her own snatch, God knew, but that razor-edged thrill men got at fucking a new and different pussy was hard to match. So when the cascade of contractions wrenched through Nikki's pelvis, stimulating Finnelli's tortured cock to orgasm sooner than he expected, Tiffany was ready to respond.
She grabbed her lover and went to work enthusiastically, and once again she was not disappointed. The photographer groaned loudly, his tongue quivering in the blonde's open mouth. Then he began to utter a series of small, urgent sobs, his hips, bucking wildly against Nikki's pelvis, his body trembling helplessly against Tiffany's soft, naked bosom. She knew from his actions that he was cumming, the hot, thick spurts of jism splashing into Nikki's tube and filling it with liquid fire, the same squirts that Tiffy had felt in her own cunt so many times.
Nikki gargled breathlessly, "Ooh, warm! ... It's warm ... " and the blonde lashed her tongue fiercely in Finnelli's mouth, hugging him tightly and trying to be as motherly as she could. She held on until he stopped quivering and she was sure he had finished pumping his sperm into Nikki's overflowing snatch. The three of them stayed like that for a long time, Finnelli and Nikki breathing rapidly and loudly while Tiffany rocked the photographer back and forth in her arms, purring softly to him.
From that point on, Nikki had a hard time remembering everything that happened. She knew she was still lying in the tingling throes of her second orgasm when the blonde abruptly pulled Finnelli from between her legs. Then Tiffany replaced him there, her tongue working warmly and thrillingly over Nikki's wet, sticky inner thighs, then diving boldly into the oozing mouth of her soupy, sloppy fuck-box. The blonde's patient, experienced mouth and tongue lapped slowly and steadily up and down Nikki's aroused vulva, licking and cleaning the overflow of the recent orgasms, drawing an occasional hum of pleasure from the brown-haired subject.
Then Tiffany returned to Nikki's drooling cunt-slot, her golden head bobbing and twisting gently between the full brown thighs as she slurped tirelessly at the gooey, mingled mixture of Finnelli's sperm and Nikki's own spunky cum-juice. Her warm, electric tongue swirled deeper and deeper into the soggy channel, sweeping away the tangy liquid while Nikki writhed under the tingling stimulation of the blonde's ceaseless oral laving.
Then, just as Nikki was starting to float upward toward another series of orgasmic peaks, the blonde's wet, stroking, stinging tongue disappeared. Nikki whimpered in disappointment; and by the time she opened her eyes and looked around, Tiffy and Finnelli were engrossed in another erotic coupling. The blonde was lying flat on the bed, her pale gold head pointed toward the foot where Nikki lay. Her heavy white thighs were jacked straight up in the air, resting on the multi-colored mound of satiny pillows, and spread wide apart. And between them was Finnelli's head his face pressed in her protruding pink pussylips.
As Nikki watched, Finnelli's head moved up and down and back and forth like a kitten furiously licking its paws, while Tiffy moaned hoarsely and her huge, mounded breasts rose and fell on her chest. The big pink nipples jutted stiffly toward the canopy atop the bed, their silver dollar-sized aureoles puckered like rhinoceros hide. The blonde suddenly twisted her head and looked back at Nikki with those pure blue eyes, a dreamy expression on her face.
" ... Come here, darling," she said throatily, extending one hand back toward the brown-haired girl.
Nikki crawled forward and kissed her hungrily, their tongues entwining like frenzied eels, dueling and darting and swirling and sliding. Nikki felt like she was being drawn into a wildly exciting pornographic movie, participating in one horny sexual scene after another. She moved from Tiffy's delicious mouth down to her nipples, sucking and biting at the erected flesh while the blonde stroked and fondled her own dangling 36-DDs, pulling and pinching the brown nipples until sparks flew in Nikki's cunt.
Then Nikki slid down and joined Finnelli in eating his lover's slippery, gaping pink quim, her fingers running repeatedly through the soft, silken blonde pubic hair. The acid-sweet reek of Tiffy's coot filled Nikki's nostrils and sent flames leaping through her belly, driving her wild with desire. She grabbed the wide, tender-skinned hips and buried her face in the juicy pussy, sucking fiercely at the blonde's blood-choked, battery-sized clit.
Tiffany grunted loudly and bucked her heavy pelvis violently, burying Finnelli in her huge, soft ass-cheeks and nearly throwing Nikki off the bed. She continued to thrust and heave wildly as Nikki stabbed her hardened tongue into that huge ditty-node time and time again. Then Tiffy reached over with a panting, croaking curse and dragged Nikki's ass toward her, throwing one long leg across her heaving bosom and plunging her tongue into the visitor's open pussy as far as it would go.
It seemed to Nikki that this three-way cunnilingus session had lasted for hours, her tongue battling Finnelli's for access to Tiffy's tasty, cunt slickened pink membranes. The two of them frequently exchanged deep, fiery French kisses, breathing heavily through their mouths, while Nikki toyed with Tiffy's clit and Finnelli dug four fingers into her yawning screw-slot, plunging them in almost to the wrist. The blonde groaned and babbled and begged them not to stop, most of the sounds spoken into the meaty mask of Nikki's slobbering cunt.
Eventually, after an orgasm of Tiffy's that nearly broke her neck in the scissoring of those powerful thighs, Nikki rolled off to one side. She had been goaded to two blazing cum-blasts by the blonde's merciless mouth, and she lay like someone mortally wounded, drained of all will, of all strength, breathing furiously and helplessly, her senses a mad jangle of over stimulation.
She was dimly, vaguely aware of the photographer climbing up between Tiffany's out flung thighs and fucking her for several more hours. It seemed like the blonde came at least a dozen times, heaving and bucking and thrashing and rolling, filling the room with her hoarse, choking cries of delight. All Nikki could remember was clinging to the bed for dear life and watching Finnelli, who labored gallantly and tirelessly between the columns of those full, white thighs.
She thought he looked like a small, furry animal-a beaver, or an otter-soaked to the skin, but still trying gamely to ride two huge logs through a whitewater rapids.
And centuries later, when Nikki awoke to find Tiffany's monstrous breasts caressing her face, she asked dazedly: "Hey, how big are those goddam things, anyway?"
The blonde smiled and chuckled throatily, grazing her nipple into Nikki's mouth.
"Well, I tell people they're 44-DDDs," she replied huskily. "But actually, I think they're getting bigger all the time!"
CHAPTER TEN
Howard Friedman looked at the young, dark haired girl in amazement. "You gotta be kidding!" he half-chuckled, half-snorted. "Pay? Me? Me ... pay? Uh-uh, Lady. I never pay for a piece of ass!"
"Well, this could be kind of a treat for you," Denise Temple told him.
"Treat? How?-By blowing a couple of hundred bucks? Yeah, su-u-ure ... that's always a big treat!"
"Oh, what are you worried about?" Denise chided mildly. "You're loaded! And who knows ... I might be able to give you a lot better time than you get from your amateurs."
"Give," Friedman repeated quickly. "Yeah, that's the right word, Lady. 'Cause that's the only way you and I are going to do anything, is if you're giving it to me!"
Denise eyed him disdainfully. They were sitting in Friedman's custom-built Continental outside the ritzy "show-biz" restaurant and lounge where they'd met.
"What makes you think I'd want to go to bed with you?" the blackhaired girl asked him. "You're as ugly as a wildebeest, and you're probably older than my father! Nah-you're out of your mind, Harvey!"
"It's Howard."
"Whatever," Denise said tonelessly, and opened the door of the car.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Friedman said quickly. "There's a possibility I may be able to do something for you!"
"Good luck, Grandpa," Denise told him, step ping out on the pavement and slamming the door.
"No, I'm serious!" the talent agent called, leaning down so he could see her face. "I'm in show business! I book action for actresses and models here in town. I have contracts with some of the biggest agencies and biggest names in the business! ... Seriously!"
Denise stopped and turned back to him after a moment. Her expression was suspicious. "Yeah? ... Like who?"
"Well, hell," Friedman said " ... Carol Tiegle for one. I've done some work for her ... Amanda Trafalgar ... Bunny Binford. You've heard of them, haven't you? And Franco Finnelli-the photographer? How about him?"
"Yeah, I've heard of him," Denise replied, bending down with her elbows resting in the Continental's window. "And how do I know you actually know any of these people, or that they know you?"
"Well, I'll tell you what," Friedman said producing a twenty dollar bill and holding it out to her. "Here's cab fare. I just live a little ways from here. You come on over to my place and I'll show you all my pictures and awards and contracts-and everything. If you don't think I'm legit, then just walk out and catch a cab back to your car."
"Contracts ... " Denise repeated pointedly.
"Yeah, damn right," Friedman said. "There's hundreds of 'em around there."
"Any chance any of them might be blank?" the dark-haired girl asked delicately.
"That's what I'm telling you, Baby," Friedman replied. "There's plenty of them that're blank ... and what name goes on them depends entirely on you."
"Okay," Denise said, taking the twenty from the agent's hand. "I don't think it would hurt to go and take a look."
Thirty minutes later the talent agent was lying on the huge bed in his lavish apartment, naked as a jaybird. His big, veined prick was standing up from its nest of thick, coarse pubic hair, waving at the ceiling. It was as hard as a brickbat, and the large, purple head was shining with a coat of drying saliva, showing clearly where Denise had been sucking him off. Howard Friedman was breathing heavily as he watched the black-haired, 24-year-old girl moving about the foot of the bed.
Denise was naked too. The stark white suntan bands on her soft brown body made Friedman's cock jerk homily as he studied them. He wanted to get his hands back on that plump, meaty ass, to suck hungrily on her pale, jutting nipples. He wanted to get his big, bulging beast rammed deep and hard into that dainty nest of black, close-cropped curls. The agent began flexing his pelvic muscles in again and again, causing his towering tool to buck and sway wildly above his hairy belly.
Denise looked up from what she was doing and smiled admiringly. "You're leaking again, Howard," she said.
"Hey, come on," Friedman urge, "let's forget this shit. I don't need this. Look at this thing ... how's it gonna get any more ready than that? I want to drive it in you clear up to your ears!"
"No, now ... Howard," the black-haired girl said soothingly, concentrating on what she was doing, " ... this is all ... part of the treatment ... By the time ... I'm finished ... you'll want to drive that thing ... clear through the top of my head!"
She finished the last knot and stood up, testing it with several sturdy yanks. "Okay, Baby ... let's see you try to get loose!"
Howard Friedman looked around at the soft, slender white ropes that now bound both wrists and both ankles to their respective brass bedposts. He studied the slim, layered knots that Denise had tied, and pulled at them tentatively. Yeah, there was no doubt this broad had done that crap before! He doubted seriously that these bastards would come loose.
Still, he exploded into a sudden barrage of bucks and heaves, kicking viciously and yanking with all the power in his aging arms, straining the ropes with everything he had and hoping that his goddam bed didn't break. Finally Howard collapsed back onto the mattress in exhaustion, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his body. His bounds were all still intact.
He looked at Denise and suddenly felt extremely helpless. Why the fuck had he agreed to this?
"Oh, excellent, Sweetheart," Denise told him, patting one of his large feet. "I believe I've outdone myself this time! And now if you promise not to go away, I need to borrow your phone for a minute."
"Phone?" Friedman croaked, his breath wheezing gustily. "What do you need the phone for?"
But Denise was already gone, skipping gracefully out of the room and heading for the extension in the day room. Friedman frowned uncomfortably. Now why the hell would she do that? Why not just use the telephone right there on his desk, If she was just calling some horny little sidekick to come over and-oh, Christ! he thought. What if this was one of those fucking scams where she called up some thug to come over and ransack the apartment?
Oh, Jesus! He began kicking and twisting against the ropes again, in spite of himself. He knew they weren't going to give way, but he couldn't just lie there an-! In a few seconds he stopped, his whole body aching with muscle fatigue. Oh-Ho, Jesus, he was too old for this! He lay panting helplessly, his body bathed in sweat, his hard-on starting to quickly deflate.
God ... damn! the talent agent thought petulantly. Why had he let this silly, little whore talk him into this? Jesus H. Christ! His mind began racing, trying to think just what he had in the apartment that was worth stealing. He didn't keep much in the way of cash or valuables-jewelry, stocks, shit like that. He wasn't a jewelry freak, and things like negotiable securities were either with his broker or in the safety deposit box at the bank. But of course, Christ-if she was working with some goddam nigger, there was all kinds of crap in here that could be pawned. A literal shitload of it! The main problem, though, would be how they were going to get a big pile of crap like that out past the lobby security guard!
And suddenly, thinking that, Howard relaxed measurably. Oh-h-h-h, Christ, he was really getting old! What was wrong with him? He now realized that they had an even bigger problem than that-how the hell were they going to get some scummy-looking nigger up here in the first place? Every visitor that the guards didn't know had to be personally cleared by the tenant of the apartment, that was building policy! And she might have him tied up, but, by God-!
Denise came back into the room, a small smile playing at her lips.
"Who did you call?" Friedman demanded roughly. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Relax, Howard," Denise said. "We're just going to have a three-way party, that's all."
"Yeah? Well, why didn't you say something about it before?"
"Ohh-h-h, Howard," Denise cried in disappointment, a huge pout coming over her face. "You're losing interest in me ... !"
She was staring sadly at the huge droop in Friedman's ferocious hard-on. His big cock was now turgid only near the base, and the top four or five inches were slumping back toward the bed, the deflating crown looking like a small, leaky purple balloon.
Friedman glanced down at himself briefly, then said, "Oh, bull-shit! I wanna know who you called!"
"It's an old friend of yours, Howard, to tell you the truth," Denise said, rummaging through her spacious handbag. "Thought the two of you might like to see each other again."
"Old friend?" Friedman repeated, his eyes narrowing. " ... Who?"
"Oh, Howard ... "
"Well, male or female?" the agent demanded.
"Oh, now, Howard," the girl said, pulling something wispy out of her bag and twisting it tightly around her hand as she approached the bed. " ... you're going to spoil the whole surprise ... "
"Aw, surprise, my ass!" Friedman snapped, then paused as he noticed the article in her hand. " ... What the hell is that?"
"Oh, it's just a little hard-on helper," Denise replied, unfurling a long, flesh-colored nylon stocking and whipping it gently back and forth.
Howard Friedman watched as the young, blackhaired hooker advanced and began trailing the soft, delicate fabric back and forth across his sagging stalk, making small, cooing sounds in her throat. It brought a swift reaction as the talent agent's tender, sensitive cock skin responded to the light, tantalizing stimulation. Blood began pounding through the drooping dong once again, and the softened head swelled and started climbing back toward the ceiling.
When Denise saw the old man's big, ugly pecker start to stiffen and rise again, she shortened up the tail of the stocking and began lashing it quickly back and forth across the hardening shaft. Friedman groaned and lay back, closing his eyes, his breath still whooshing noisily, his body responding in spite of itself to the soft,' teasing stimulation of his fuck-flesh. He felt the energy throbbing back into this thickening prick, and he decided what the hell-maybe he'd been worry for nothing. Maybe the broad wasn't trying to set him up for a ripoff, after all.
"Does that feel good, Baby?" Denise purred at him.
"You know it does, bitch!" Friedman gasped, his hips beginning to wriggle under the cool, gauzy assault of the wispy nylon. "But you'd better telling me who's coming ... augh! ... coming over or else you'll have a hell of a time getting them in here!"
"Oh, yeah?" Denise asked throatily, working the nylon down to the base of Friedman's nearly erect cock with both hands, sawing it briskly back and forth, then suddenly looping the fabric and taking several quick turns around the upstanding staff. She pulled briefly and sharply at both ends, letting Howard feel the squeeze on his unprotected meat, then did it again, even harder.
Friedman gasped, his hips shrinking against the mattress in response to the bolt of pain in his rod.
"See?" she said gently. "I have the feeling that I could probably persuade you, Howard ... but I don't see why we have to be nasty." She returned to a gentle sawing action on his turgid flesh. "So I'll tell you ... our visitor is another girl. She's about a year younger than I am ... "
"Who is it?" Friedman asked.
"No-ope," Denise said, shaking her head "I'm not going to tell you ... But she's got a lot sexier body than I do."
Friedman looked at her. "Where do I know her from? Is she in the-"
The intercom buzzer snored loudly and rudely beside the bed. Denise hopped to her feet and pushed the button for Howard.
"Yeah?" he croaked, staring at the ceiling.
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Friedman," a metallic male voice said; "but there's another young lady down here to see you."
"What's the name?"
"Uh ... Denise Temple, Mr. Friedman."
"Oh, Denise Temple, my ass!" Friedman growled,' snatching at his bonds. "Did you check her I.D., Bert?"
Friedman felt Denise's long, sharp nails biting Into his scrotum. "Ooh! Hey-that's okay, Bert! Forget it ... send her on up!"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, see, that was foolish, Howard," Denise scolded, leaning forward to inspect the tender skin of his balls. "You got yourself a couple of scratch marks here for nothing ... !"
"Shortly thereafter, the doorbell chimed and Denise called brightly, "It's op-pen-n-n-n-n!" Friedman gave her a sharp look; he hadn't realized the little bitch had taken his security off when she went to make the phone call!
He heard the door open and close, heard the other woman come in and move around, taking off her coat and making some other noises. Denise leaned around the doorsill and called a greeting, her naked ass flashing whitely as he watched. He heard the visitor talking quietly to her, but the voice was just an audible blur, too indistinct to recognize or identify.
The talent agent stared curiously as Denise kept her back to him, leaning into the other room and watching what the second girl was doing. He heard a lot of rustling and what sounded like paper being handled and rumpled. Then Denise turned around, her naked breasts and hairy black triangle fully exposed to him, her head still turned to one side as she smiled and extended her hand to the invisible woman, who suddenly stepped around the corner.
"Howard," Denise said cheerfully, "you remember Nikki, don't you?"
Nikki Newman was totally nude as she moved around the corner and waltzed into Howard Friedman's familiar office-bedroom. The talent agent gasped as he saw her, his eyes taking in the long, curly brown hair, the round, white 36-DD breasts, the big brown nipples, lean, flat belly and long, shapely legs as a framework for her neat symmetrical triangle of smoky brown pubic hair. He shrank and jerked at the ropes involuntarily as he watched this ghost come striding out of his past.
Friedman felt a stab of fear. He had never expected to see this broad again-ever-and now here she was, along with a sidekick, while he was lying here like the biggest dumb-ass in the fucking world, trussed up tighter than a Christmas turkey! It was unbelievable, but here he was ... and now he was completely at their mercy!
"Su-u-u-u-ure," Nikki said breezily, her eyes digging into Howard's, "Howard remembers me. Don't you, Howard?"
Friedman stared back at her in silence, not sure how to react.
"Su-u-ure," Nikki repeated, striding to the foot of the bed and resting something out of sight on the floor, then leaning over the brassbound footboard. "Howard remembers me. I was another one of the many people Howard fucked," she grated, placing nasty emphasis on the word.
"Remember, Howie, baby? First you fucked me in the mouth-and came-then you fucked me in the cunt-and came-then you fucked me in the ass! Remember, Lover? The big Baja shoot with Franco Finnelli and Amanda Trafalgar? The big Baja shoot that had already been finished more than two fucking months before? And you weren't even the bastard signing it by then, you'd gone around stepping on your dick so much! Oh, yeah, sure, Howard-you remember fucking me in the ass, don't you? Probably got a bigger boot out of that than anything else-right, you slimy bastard?"
The brown-haired girl leaned over the footboard, gripping it hard with both hands, her eyes flashing at Friedman.
"But you didn't cum that time, Howard," she continued fiercely, " ... I did! I came close to blowing your fucking head off! ... And then I came back from the whole goddam, sorry fucking mess-somehow-and then I came out smelling like a rose! How about that, Howard? Three cums on one ass-fuck-not bad, eh? I'll bet you never did anything like that, did you?
"And now I've got one more. I came back here tonight ... with a little help from my very capable, college-graduate friend here ... to show you something, you turd-chewer! This is my fourth cum, Howard ... four cums out of one sorry fucking in the ass!"
Nikki bent down quickly, her heavy breasts swaying, and stood up holding a large, wide cardboard rectangle. It was plastered with a crowded montage of color photographs, all featuring Nicolle Newman as the subject. As his eyes flicked over the numerous prints, Friedman saw Nikki in a variety of different poses, different outfits, different locales. In some she was wearing ski clothes, sitting on a chair-lift or laughing in the snow on some frosty slope; in others she was at the beach, sprawling languidly among some rocks or with a multicolored ball, her big boobs spilling temptingly out of a series of scanty bathing suits. A lot of them were studio shots involving a full range of sets, poses and composition. And before he had studied them very long at all, Friedman saw the distinctive, flamboyant, subtly artistic style coming through. As he looked quickly, unbelievingly at more and more of them, it was unmistakable. It was incredible! He tried not to believe it, didn't want to believe it, but he had seen too many other examples to be mistaken ... this was definitely Franco Finnelli's work!
He raised his eyes to Nikki timidly, unbelievingly, full of hundreds of unanswered questions.
The model sneered triumphantly, tossing the oversized contact sheet aside. "I see I don't have to tell you who took them, Howie, baby," she said flatly, and leaned forward to grip the footboard again. "These are going to be coming out in several magazines in the very near future," she told him coldly. "National magazines, asshole, with all the circulation and exposure in the world! Get it, Howie? I've made it, you slimy; puking worm! I made it in spite of your rotten, backstabbing ass, just as big as I thought I could with you helping me! ... You couldn't louse me up now if you pulled every sorry, nowhere little string you ever had in the business, Shithead!"
Nikki left the foot of the bed and came around on Friedman's right side, the side opposite Denise. The agent's eyes followed her closely, his nostrils flaring wide and his breathing quick and shallow.
"I knew you'd see these eventually," she told the spread-eagled old man, "but I just couldn't wait that long, Howard! I wanted to come in here and show them to you now, while I still had the element of surprise ... " Nikki looked over at Denise and the two friends smiled at each other. "And speaking of surprises," Nikki said, kneeling on the edge of the bed next to Friedman, "we've still got one more for you, Howie, baby ... "
He looked back and forth from one to the other as he felt the mattress dip on Denise's side of the bed, also. The black-haired girl crawled onto the bed on all fours, and reached out to grab his cock. It'd shrunk to the same disturbed, drooping state it had reached a few minutes before. Friedman's sexual arousal had been heavily diluted by Nikki's appearance and performance. Denise squeezed it firmly several times, wringing a stale glob of sperm from the long, dark eye. Then she began a leisurely stroking motion while Nikki's fingers caressed Friedman's hairy belly and right thigh; gently, teasingly, then gradually worked their way down and began tickling his balls.
"You're going to have a real horny party here tonight, Howie, baby," Nikki told the talent agent huskily. "Just the way you'd planned ... " Friedman's breath sucked in blissfully as Denise dipped her head and pulled the knob of his stiffening prick into her mouth. Nikki watched her friend's head begin to rise and fall on the shaft of the old man's rapidly lengthening pecker. Howard's arms and legs tugged against the ropes as he reacted to the quirts of pleasure flowing from Denise's mouth into his heavy pussy-splitter.
"Only, you see, Howard ... " Nikki continued, her fingernails gently raking the underside of his nut-sac, "it's not going to be quite the way you planned ... "
Friedman opened his eyes and looked up at her, loving the way her large, white tits wobbled on her chest as she played with his sperm grenades.
"What ... what do you mean?" he breathed.
"I mean, Howard," Nikki said authoritatively, "that things are only going to go so far."
Friedman's big, ugly penis was now standing up thick and stiff and tall as Denise's tight, wet mouth continued to slide up and down on it.
"You've been doing a lot of cumming lately, Howard," Nikki went on. "You came in my mouth, you came in my box-and those are just the ones that I know about. God only sees how much you've been cumming with the other poor, foolish suckers you bring in here! ... And let's face it, Howard-this just isn't healthy for an old bastard like you! Too much strain on the heart ... too much strain on the old bag ... "
A loud, obscene slurping sound from Denise interrupted Nikki's speech. The dark-haired head was pumping up and down on Friedman's prong at a rapid, machinelike pace. The agent was grunting softly and thrusting his hips up at Denise's face in an answering rhythm.
Nikki placed her hand on Denise's bobbing head and said tersely, "Okay, Baby."
The dark-haired girl pulled her mouth off Friedman's cock with one long, slow, final stroke and sat back panting, her mouth smeared with saliva, her tongue flicking sensuously around her lips. Howard bleated in frustration as his horny, throbbing penis was suddenly left naked in the world, stripped of the warm, wet, clinging confines of Denise's sucking throat.
"Hey!" the old man roared in anger. "What the hell're you doing!"
"Now you're getting the idea, Howie, baby," Nikki told him quietly, bending down and gripping his prick at the base. She leaned forward and ran her tongue teasingly over the puckered ridges of skin on the underside of his thick shaft, just below the flared purple head. Then she trailed her tongue upward to the nozzle of the bulging helmet, lapping steadily up and over the eye, until her gaze met Howard's across the top of his rigid, up jutting prong.
"We're going to keep you on the razor's edge of blowing your wad all night, Howie ... " Nikki whispered. "And you aren't going to cum one goddam, sonofabitching time!-Wanna bet?"
Friedman started to protest loudly, thrashing angrily back and forth at the ends of his ropes, but Denise swiftly thrust a knee into his chest. Her expression was dark and threatening.
"And if you make very much fucking noise," Nikki added, "we're going to take one of these sheets and stuff it down your throat." She kissed his purple cockhead. " ... Get it?"
Then the two girls went gently to work, Denise kissing and biting at Friedman's nipples, Nikki licking her way back down the column of his jerking pecker, on their way to Stage Two of what was going to be the longest night Howard Friedman had ever seen.
