Jody had one big problem: she wasn't getting enough from her husband. She felt unloved and unneeded and she was also very frustrated. It wasn't that her husband, Evan, didn't make love to her, he did, but she began to feel that there had to be more to sex than simply one position.
Evan wasn't much of an experimenter. He pretty much liked one way all the time. He thought nothing about it, and would never have thought that such a trivial thing-to him-would bother her. But it did bother her, and she began to wonder if she shouldn't play around. Surely there were other men who would make love to her the way that she wanted.
Then at Lily's house, where there was a party planned, Jody met Cliff, who was an attractive man, a man who looked as if he could love a woman the way she was meant to be loved. Cliff proposed to paint her portrait, since he was a painter. Jody asked Evan, who thought that it was a fine idea, and it wasn't long before she had her first session with Cliff.
But it didn't turn out to be a painting session at all, and in fact there was nothing about the session that even revealed any relation to a possible portrait session. Here was for the first time that Jody was able to realize some of her fantasies. There were things that she did with. the manly Cliff that she had never done with-her husband.
But the main thing that she learned was how to use pain in love-making. She was surprised to find out that she really liked it and-that she wanted to show Evan how to make it this special way. Jody had often toyed with the idea that sadistic pain might be pleasurable and heighten the sex act, but she was never sure whether it would or not.
Armed with her new knowledge gleaned from Cliff she tried to show Evan, but he was only shocked by the things that she wanted him to do. So she went back to Cliff.
In the meantime, there was one more girl to add to cliff's life, and that was Dotty, a young sexually starved teenager, who would do anything that he said and still enjoy it.
CHAPTER ONE
She was never going to get old!
Jody Evanston smoothed the cool, creamy skin softener from her shiny cheeks and moved a little closer to her mirror to see if the new beauty aid had made any visible difference. It hadn't. Even though there were fantastic promises on the label, and a price to go with them, she couldn't, for the life of her see any change. Tiny little lines, insignificant, but nonetheless frightening, still showed around the corners of her eyes and down underneath her full, ripe mouth.
Twenty minutes of massage followed by steam, and she still looked her age.
Well, thirty-two wasn't exactly the end of the world, she told herself as forcefully as she could, while tossing the wrinkled tissue into the wastepaper basket underneath her dressing table. And Evan wasn't about to give her a hard time for the expenditure. He could afford it. By now, he could afford all kinds of foolishness. Besides, her concern today about her appearance and age was all his fault anyhow. If he hadn't opened his yap about her outfit, last night....
She'd been getting ready for Lily's party, lifting out the new evening pajamas she'd purchased.
"Don't you think an outfit like that is a little young for you, Jody?" His tone was even, but foreboding.
Of course she realized-almost immediately-that Evan wasn't trying to hurt her feelings. Still, she felt like hell about what he's said.
"No, as a matter-of-fact, I don't," she answered, avoiding his eyes and doing her best not to let her emotions show in her tone of voice.
She turned around so that he could not see the way her lower lip was trembling. Peeking at him, via the mirror, she noticed how Evan's salt-and-pepper hair seemed to glow in the soft light of the bedroom lamps ... the way his years had made him even better looking than he'd been when they were first married. The thirties had added to her husband's appeal. As for the effect of passing time on herself, she was suddenly uncertain.
It was the wildest thing. Suddenly, she had the urge to rush to him-to unzip his fly, pull his prick out of his pants and suck him off like she used to do in the old days. Maybe that way, when his jets of come were boiling down her throat, she could be sure that his yen for her hadn't diminished as the years wore on.
With some difficulty, she controlled her urge. Evan might not go for that kind of way-out sex anymore. After all, they were no longer kids....
Jody said no more about the subject. Perhaps, her pride or fear was getting in the way of what was real, she told herself, as she brushed a wave of honey-blonde hair away from her eyes. No woman likes to think of herself as past her prime, no matter what age she is. She was going to be honest about the whole thing. Even if it stabbed her in the gut, she was going to take a good long look-inventory, you might call it-to see if she could find any justification for Evan's attitude.
The constant beat of the shower spray in the adjoining room told Jody that she still had a little time left to be by herself, unobserved. Moving across the room, she stood directly in front of the full-length, wall mirror, staring hard at the reflection of herself. Slowly, intently, she appraised every inch of the body that Evan considered too old for sexy evening pajamas.
Huge blue eyes sparkled back in her direction, daring Jody to find a single flaw in the rest of herself. Moving her gaze slowly downward, she observed the long, smooth neck and her silken-soft shoulders. Behind the gauzy material of her expensive white evening gown, her flesh looked like silk. Flawless. Perfect.
She narrowed her eyes and studied herself more carefully. Provocatively veiled behind the sheer material, her breasts jutted forward. Huge melons, exquisite globes with ripe, red nipples at the center-pointed, silken, inviting to touch, to suck.
A feeling of pride turned the corners of her mouth up into a smile. In school, she remembered, the boys used to refer to her as being 'stacked.' And with good reason. She knew she didn't need a bra, rarely wore one. All she needed was a tight sweater or blouse, and she could make temperatures rise all around her-to say nothing of hard-ons.
Nothing wrong in the tits department, she assured herself, aware of a slight, embarrassed burning across her cheeks. Not many women of her age had such a youthful, attractive bustline. Evan couldn't possibly find any fault there.
Determined to continue, Jody parted the front of her gown and touched her fingers to the satin mound of her belly and the roundness of her hips. All right, she admitted to herself, reluctantly-maybe she could stand to lose a few pounds there-but only a few. Still, she added silently, she was well proportioned. More than well proportioned. She was a genuine piece of ass.
But even as she complemented herself on her well-preserved appearance, Jody was aware that it would take more than just her own approval in order for her to feel confident and secure again "Bathroom's yours now, sweetheart."
Jody whirled to face the unexpected appearance of her husband. Involved with her own appraisal, she hadn't heard him walk into the room. Jolted, her first response was anger for having had such a personal and private moment intruded upon.
Just as quickly, however, her attitude reversed itself. The sight of Evan, clean scrubbed and fresh smelling from the shower, dressed in only his bathrobe, turned her on. There, she told herself, was the answer to all her problems, standing right in front of her. With what he had hanging between his legs, he could prove to her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was as sexy and appealing as she'd ever been.
"You look very appetizing when you're all showered and shaved," Jody told him, in a voice that came out sounding thicker and softer than her normal speaking tone.
She moved in such a way as to allow the front of her nightgown to slip apart, revealing her smooth belly and the triangle of blonde, curly hair that framed the lips of her cunt. "A handsome guy like you could make a girl want to do naughty things ... if you know what I mean." She winked mischievously.
"What kind of a thing is that for you to say?" Evan's manner betrayed a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. "We're due at Lily's shortly. This is no time to act like an adolescent."
Inside herself, Jody recoiled from the insensitivity of his manner. She felt like a jerk. She should have remembered, she told herself. Evan had replaced his stiff dick with upper-class, rigid manners. He'd become so successful that he's forgotten how much he used to like to fuck. In a word, he was turning square.
But still, Jody knew that she couldn't just let the whole matter drop. Between her legs, she felt the lips of her cunt throbbing, with the beginnings of desire. A familiar, warm moisture was lubricating her hole. She knew what she wanted, what she had to have. And she meant to be satisfied.
"You don't have to be such an old fuddy duddy," she murmured, moving in his direction, thrusting her breasts full out in front of him. "There's no law that says we have to do it only late at night, with the lights out. After all, darling, we are a married couple, you know."
Evan gasped at her as though he'd suddenly seen a ghost. "I really don't know what the devil's the matter with you today, Jody," he said, sounding a little nervous. "Don't you have to get ready for the party?"
"Not right away, darling," she answered, smiling up into his eyes. "There's plenty of time for what I want, first."
Evan didn't answer. He just stared.
Inside herself, Jody giggled, as she slithered right up to the man and brushed her nipples against his chest. Now who was the one who was acting old, she thought. "Come on," she breathed. "Kiss your loving wife."
Without a word, Evan lowered his head and placed his lips against Jody's mouth. The kiss was formal, stiff. When she moved to embrace him, he caught her arms and held them so that she could not hug him tightly.
This was getting her nowhere fast, Jody thought, painfully aware that Evan was showing no signs of a stiff dick and an urge to ram it up inside of her. Well, to hell with being coy, she decided. The time had come for her to take the upper hand. Nobody was going to accuse her of getting old and get away with it.
She tilted her pelvis forward and rubbed the bush of her pubic hair against his groin. Behind the folds of his robe she felt his cock ... soft, uncooperative. "Is that the most you have to offer?" she said, wondering if it would be unwise to grab the thing, stuff it into her mouth and suck it dry before he had the chance to protest.
"Come on, Jody ... this isn't the time or place for that kind of thing. You're a grown, mature woman. You should behave yourself better."
There it was again-that slur about her age. Jody fought to keep the panic from showing on her face. What had happened to the hot-nuts she had known and loved when they had gotten married. Could this cold fish possibly be the same guy who, eleven years ago, had rammed his tongue up inside her pussy until she was afraid she might faint from the pure ecstasy of having her clit nibbled? Was this what happened to men when they passed thirty, made themselves a bundle of money and sold their soul to The Establishment?
And yet, even as she thought these things, Jody knew that she really had no one to compare Evan with. He had been the one and only man in her life-her first-the guy who had busted her cherry and taught her everything she knew about sex. Evan had taken her as a girl and turned her into a woman. And now, he was denying her the very essence of that womanhood.
A throbbing hunger ... aching in her nipples and vibrating all the way down to the lips of her pussy would not let her give up so easily.
Rearranging a smile back across her face, she slithered up to the man she adored and put her arms around his shoulders. He just needed a little more encouragement, she promised herself, some more inspiration. Then, he would prove to her that she had nothing to worry about.
"Jody-is something the matter?" Evan studied her expression as though searching for some answer there.
"The matter?" Jody echoed, forcing a light tone of voice. "I just want a little loving from my old man, that's all. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, I guess-nothing at all."
"Then how about planting one right here," she said, and puckered her lips. At the first touch of his mouth upon hers, Jody could tell that Evan was still patronizing her-but she really didn't give a damn. Her tits were on fire and the juices were starting to flow heavily in her pussy. She wanted it tonight ... wanted it and needed it bad. He would get into the mood of things soon, she vowed. She would see to that.
Jody parted her lips and sucked his tongue well in past her teeth. The feel of his hard, muscular body up close against her own sent chills running along the length of her spine. As she kissed him, visions of all the lovely things they could do together ran through her head.
Tonight she wanted it hot and wild. She wanted to do strange and new and wonderful things with him. Things like sticking his cock all the way up her ass while his fingers stroked her cunt. Things like sucking his balls and nibbling the head of his dick while he lapped her pussy and drove her insane with pleasure.
She rubbed herself back and forth against him, grooving on her own fantasies as much as on the contact of his flesh. She could feel the lips of her twat, swollen now and puffy with expectation. In her mind's eye she could see that prick of his ... stiff and swollen to full size ... invading her cunt ... paralyzing her with delight ... flooding her hole with gush after gush of sweet, hot come.
"Put your arms around me," she heard herself whispering as she moved her mouth up along the line of his jaw and kissed his cheek.
Stiffly, automatically, Evan obeyed.
Jody knew she was going to have to try still harder if she expected him to get as hot as she was.
Standing on tip toe, she thrust her tongue into her ear and blew a stream of moist, warm breath against his flesh.
Evan seemed to respond, if only slightly, Jody felt a slight shivering through his body ... a tightening of his spine. She was encouraged. She was beginning to get to him, at last.
She ran her fingernails through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and crushed her breasts flat against his chest. The material of her gown had parted now, and her nipples were rubbing against the silken smoothness of his robe. The contact turned the little rubbery caps to stiff points of desire; hot and hungry for a more intimate kind of contact.
The odor of her own sex rose to fill her nostrils and intoxicate her. She smiled and pressed her thighs tightly together, hoping to put some pressure on that little button inside her pussy lips ... the stiffening clit hidden between the moist folds of her twat.
If only Evan would shove his finger up in there, she thought, If only she could feel him, spreading her snatch and filling it ... playing with it ... sucking it out until she creamed all over his tongue.
Yes, she would make him do that tonight ... that and all sort of wild, lovely things. She would come until she didn't have an ounce of strength left inside her. And she would drain his nuts, as well.
She found his mouth with her own again and thrust her tongue deep. At the same time, she moved her fingers down under the collar of his robe, savoring the hardness of his neck and shoulders; loving the maleness of him.
From deep inside of her, the rumblings of desire seemed to shake her entire being. Her mind was filled now with thoughts of Evan's cock. As she sucked his tongue, she pictured the tight blue veins that ran along the underside of his dick and wished that she were sucking on that, instead. She longed to feel the bristly hairs at the base of his belly rubbing against her cheeks, her chin, her mouth.
Irresistable lust gave her the courage she needed to overcome the last of her inhibitions. Moaning deep in her throat, she started to kiss her way downward, spreading the material of Evan's robe as she moved. Suddenly, she fell to her knees, yanked the covering to the side and covered his prick with her trembling lips.
"Jody!" He stepped backward, away from her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The sound of his voice was like a fist to the mid-section. Choking on her own shame and humiliation, Jody pulled the folds of her gown around her naked body, hurried to her feet and started toward the bathroom door.
"Get back over here," Evan snapped. His tone was sharp, authoritative, not to be argued with.
Jody had to swallow her tears before she was able to speak. "Just forget the whole thing, okay?" she croaked, unable to meet his gaze for fear of what she might see reflected in his eyes.
"I can't understand you for the life of me." Evan's words were sharp, clipped, reproachful, "You're behaving like some gutter tramp."
"Okay-maybe that's what I really am." Her voice was louder, shriller than she had intended. "You don't have to worry about it, though-and you don't have to do me any favors. For all I care you cane take your prick and shove it into a milk bottle, the next time you want to have sex." Trembling with rage and embarrassment, she flung herself into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
She turned the shower on full-force and as hot as she could stand it, but still Jody was unable to feel any relief. Turning around, she allowed the jets of water to spray across her breasts and dribble down into the curls of her cunt, but soap and water was not enough to make her feel clean. Inside herself, there was a cheapness, a foulness that could not be reached.
Evan had done that. He'd made her feel like a slut.
Tears mixed with the rivulets of water from the tap, streaking her pretty cheeks. What the fuck was wrong with wanting to suck off your own husband, she asked herself. Where was the crime in wanting to get fucked at seven thirty in the evening instead of later on at night, when the rest of the world had gone to sleep? Did everything, including sex have to be done on schedule?
There was no answer, no comfort. Evan could not, would not help her. And still, her cunt ached for release.
She toweled herself dry quickly and then glanced toward the door to make sure it was locked. Satisfied that she would not be disturbed, Jody sat down on the John, spread her thighs wide and slipped her middle finger into her slit.
The moment her second knuckle disappeared inside her cunt lips, the room seemed to spin. She heard the sound of her own breathing, heavy, rapid ... felt the color and the warmth of excitement rising over her cheeks.
Inside her twat, her clit was hard, sensitive. Jody shoved her finger all the way up inside herself, aware of the juicy sensation of her box as it lubricated and throbbed. Her ass bounced up and down on the toilet seat as the rhythm of her hand quickened.
With her other hand, she reached for her breast and started to finger the nipple. Immediately, the pink circle of flesh became warm and stiff as thousands of delightful sensations leaped into being.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her tit hard, pretending that this was Evan making love to her-Evan ramming his finger up inside her cunt-Evan working to make her come.
When she came, the hot flood of liquid gushed out, covering her finger and oozing down into her palm. Jody threw her head back and worked to make the delicious sensation linger-but soon, much too soon, reality returned to torture her again.
The party-they were going to be late. And that meant Evan would be pissed off even more.
Jody sighed and got to her feet. She would have loved to call and cancel, but she just didn't have the heart to disappoint Lily. Lily Bracken was a friend. A square friend, without doubt, who gave some of the most boring parties Jody had ever attended. Still, Jody couldn't turn her back on the woman. Lily meant no harm.
As she applied her makeup, Jody had to laugh at Lily's enthusiasm. The women had found a protege, a young artist who had fired her interest. Lily had been so excited about the whole thing, that Jody just couldn't bring herself to offer any resistance, when Lily had suggested a "private showing."
Besides, Evan approved. Art, to him, was a status symbol. That kind of passion was okay. The evening was going to be a drag.
Patting the final touches of her hairdo into place, Jody braced herself against the sight of her husband, just outside the bathroom door.
Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks as an idea occurred to her-one that she'd never had before.
Maybe tonight, at the party, she would find another man-a man who could fuck her and make her forget her husband's dullness.
Jody shivered with a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew she should be ashamed of herself-and yet, despite her conscience, she knew that at last she'd been completely honest wit herself.
It was settled. Tonight, she would begin her hunt for a new prick.
Cliff Stevens took another slug of scotch, leaned his head back against the plush blue pillows and tried to shut out the sounds of Lily's frantic movement about the huge room. He knew that he should be getting himself ready for tonight's festivities by now. Still, a nagging feeling deep inside told him that this night was going to be just another waste of time.
He didn't have any time to waste. Time was precious, elusive. To let it slip by without controlling it was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him.
No, he corrected himself. The worst thing that had happened to him was Lily.
The activity beyond the sofa stopped for a moment. Reflexively, Cliff tensed. Any second and she'd be flapping around him like some huge bird, chirping in his ear, demanding that he compliment her on the way she'd arranged his paintings about the room.
Heaven only knew how she'd hung them! Cliff downed another mouthful of scotch and wondered if there were any comer in the city of New York where he could get away from vulture-like women-these broads who devoured his cock and drained his balls and flapped their big tits against his chest in exchange for the recognition that his talent deserved.
"It's all done, darling!" The shrill voice seemed to fill the world. "Are you all ready for your big night?"
Cliff smiled tightly and closed his eyes, wondering what Lily would do if she knew how he really felt about her.
She didn't seem to notice that he hadn't answered her. "I'm going inside to get dressed," he called, moving toward the huge, double doors at the far end of the room. "See you in a minute."
In his mind he saw her, waiting in the bedroom for him, all puckered up, her cunt quivering in expectation. He knew that all she had to do was think about his cock and her nipples would get all hard and the juices in her pussy would start to flow.
He sighed to himself and started to get up. That was the price he had to pay in return for the exhibition of his paintings in her home and for the introductions to her 'society friends'. All great artists had to make sacrifices, he thought tiredly. And Lily Bracken was undoubtedly the greatest sacrifice any guy could possibly get stuck with.
"Why, Clifford-sweetheart-you haven't even started to shave yet!" Even as she talked to him her eyes roved hungrily over his body, stopping for a long moment at the place where his nuts bulged out against the crotch of his pants. "Everyone's going to descend upon us in an hour."
She moved across the thickly-carpeted bedroom suite, huge breasts bobbing above the plunging neckline of her dressing gown. "You must be nervous baby, that's it, isn't it?" She smiled and moved up very close to him, stroking his cheek as though he were a child.
"You're worried about tonight, right?"
"Yeah, worried and pissed off." Cliff moved away from her touch and carried his drink over to the night table. "How the hell am I supposed to feel when you keep marching around after me like a mother hen? You're cramping my style, Lily. You're making me feel like a whore, dig?"
Lily hesitated for a moment, then hurried over to where Cliff was standing. "Now, sweetheart, you mustn't let temperament get the best of you," she crooned, stroking the blond curls that tumbled down over Cliff's forehead. "You have to calm yourself down so that you'll be at your very best tonight."
"Yeah, sure." He emptied the glass with one final swallow, trembling with the intensity of his feelings.
"Cliff, why don't you spank me, that would make you feel better wouldn't it? Why don't you punish me?"
"Don't tempt me."
"Come on, Cliff, I like it." He looked at her and then he quickly went to his room. He put on a pair of black leather boots and a leather mask. He had nothing on beside those two things. He also picked up a thick leather whip that he kept in his room.
He walked over into the room and told Lily to he on her bed and turn over so that her ass was exposed. Then he started to beat her bottom with the whip. He brought the whip down on her again and again. Cliff's cock to fuck, he could feel it getting stiffer and stiffer.
Lily was begging him to stop, but he wouldn't not until he was convinced that he should. After about ten more minutes, he put the whip down and kissed Lily on the mouth. Now she was hungry for him and she shot her tongue into his mouth.
She never had enough, the over sexed bitch! No wonder her husband was always off on those business trips of his. Any guy who had to eat her cunt every time she got the urge would go nuts-unless he could get far away from her. Often.
He shivered with disgust as the huge diamond she wore on her finger scraped against the back of his neck.
"That feels good," he lied, picturing how nice it would be to ball with someone else ... someone who wasn't such a fucking bore. But then, he reminded himself, how many women had Lily's kind of cash and were willing to spend it? There was the pain in the ass. Without her bank account working for him, he'd have to go to work for himself. That, he knew, would be even worse than the misery of sucking Lily's drippy cunt.
"You feeling a little better now?" she asked, her voice thickening with desire as she rubbed her way down along the ride of his spine and fingered the muscles at the bottom of his back.
"Yeah, a lot." Cliff's tone was dead, lifeless. He knew he was trapped. Trapped with no hope of escape.
Lily grinned and moved around to stand in front of him, once again. The flowered material over her breasts seemed to bounce with the speed of her heavy breathing.
"I know how to take care of everything that ails you, don't I, sweetheart," she rasped.
Cliff grabbed on to the bedpost as he felt her thick hands working on him. He knew that he didn't have to say anything now, didn't have to do anything more than allow her the freedom of his body. Lily was all worked up-high on the notion of possessing his cock. Well, he'd give her that cock, all right, he thought bitterly. He's ram it into her like she least expected it.
The trembling woman touched her fingertips to the hardness of his stomach muscles. "Beautiful," she murmured, as she started to work on thighs. "Absolutely beautiful."
To his surprise, Cliff felt the length of his prick starting to stiffen. His hate for the woman next to him was getting him excited. He felt a warm film of perspiration on his nuts, and a throbbing deep inside his bowels.
She lowered herself onto her knees. Cliff said nothing as the huge bulge in the front of his body was engorged.
Her breath was hot and moist as her lips closed around the mound in his crotch. Her favorite meal, hot dick, Cliff thought, thrusting his hips forward as she moved to nuzzle his balls.
Her fingers were trembling violently, but still Lily managed to reach for his dangling balls.
Cliff's prick stood out, stiff and long, staring her in the eye. The head of it was red and swollen, throbbing with excitement.
Lily grabbed for the veiny stalk and stuffed the tip into her mouth. Hungrily, she sucked on the head of his cock, licking the warm flesh, groaning deep in her throat.
Suddenly, Cliff knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. He wanted to empty his eager balls in her mouth.
Moaning with excitement, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his muscular legs, while her mouth sucked hungrily on the huge cock extending from the base of his stomach.
Cliff reached down and hooked his hands under Lily's armpits. Obediently, the woman rose to her feet, relinquishing the prize of his stiff cock.
Cliff didn't say a word. He crawled onto the huge double bed and stretched himself out on his back. Then, grinning, he reached down to stroke his massive tool.
"Eat me," he growled, looking the woman directly in the eyes. "Get down here and suck my cock."
Lily's face flowed with renewed lust. She didn't have to be asked twice. Eagerly, she hurried to the bed and crawled onto the mattress.
Cliff reached for her fleshy hips and guided her body around on top of his into a sixty nine position. It took all his self control to keep himself from laughing at the sight of those stupid flowers covering her broad ass.
Lily was not aware of his feelings. Overcome with desire, she straddled his chest and bent over to grab his cock in her hands. After caressing his hard tool for a moment, she dove to capture the stiff flesh in her moist mouth.
Cliff made himself comfortable and waited until she'd established a steady, sucking rhythm on his cock. Then, he reached up and grabbed the material covering her behind. With one quick thrust, he pushed the dressing gown upward, so that her bottom was exposed to his view.
From the angle at which he lay, he could see her asshole and the lips of her cunt, peeking out from the curly bush of her pubic hair. He covered the mounds of her quivering ass with his hands and dug the tips of his fingers into the soft flesh-knowing he would hurt her-knowing that she would love it.
She gasped with pleasure and started to suck harder, alternating the movements of her busy tongue between his prick and the huge sack between his thighs.
Cliff slid his right hand downward over her flesh until he was touching the outside of her cunt. The moistness there dribbled down onto his fingers, attesting to the strength of Lillian's desire.
He fingered the outer lips for a moments, enjoying the way she wiggled her ass, telling him without words that she needed to feel something stiff and hard ramming up inside her hole.
He wanted her hot. Hot and crazy and absolutely unsuspecting.
Cliff slid his middle finger into the warm caver of her pussy and started to stroke her sex, pushing down and back against the stiff little knob of her clit.
Lily groaned and took the full length of his cock into her mouth, swallowing the head and squeezing it with her throat muscles.
Cliff shoved his tool roughly upward, ramming the head of his cock all the way into her throat, loving the way she choked on the hard meat and was yet unable to tear herself away from it.
At the same time, his finger fucked her fast and hard-sticking all the way up into her hole-making her pussy juice-flow quickly out of her cunt-driving her wild with excitement.
"Eat my nuts," he commanded suddenly, as the middle finger of his free hand moved onto the tight little puckering of her asshole. "Lick my balls, Lily. I want you to do that."
She was powerless to resist him and she knew it. He could have demanded that she eat shit at that point and he knew she would have obeyed him.
The awareness of his controlling position added to his excitement. That was the way he liked his women, he decided. Rich, willing, and crazy about him. Too bad Lily wasn't young and pretty, She would have been just perfect.
Her wet mouth closed around one of his balls she sucked hungrily, sending sparks of excitement up and down along the length of his bobbing prick.
Cliff pulled his finger out of Lillian's cunt and reached to the side. Silently, he slid open the nightable drawer and removed two things from inside it.
The lubricating jelly gushed out onto his finger tips without a sound. Quickly, he spread the cheeks of her ass again and then annointed her hole with the sticky substance.
Lily started to get up.
"Suck!" Cliff commanded.
Obediently, she sank back down on his prick and ate his throbbing meat.
When Cliff was satisfied that Lily's asshole was wet and vulnerable, he reached back into her cunt and began to work her up all over again. The walls of her twat sucked at his finger, drawing him in deeper, begging him silently to fill her hole and make her come.
Not yet, baby, Cliff thought devilishly at he withdrew his finger halfway. You'll cream when I'm good and ready for you to.
The lips of her cunt were making yet, gushy sounds as Cliff toyed back and forth in the crack. He could feel her pussy juice matting her pubic hair, flattening her butt with warm dampness.
Her clit was up and solid, like a little prick hidden inside the opening of her snatch. Cliff took the knob of sensitive flesh in his fingers and rolled it back and forth.
The effect was immediately noticeable. Lily moaned with uncontrollable passion and moved her ass in quick, rhythmic motion. She pistoned her hips violently, trying to get Cliff's fingers all the way up into her fuck hole.
Cliff smiled. Now he had her just where he wanted her, he knew. Now she was ready.
He reached for the other article he'd taken from the drawer and grasped it firmly with his free hand. The vibrator was long and thick, an exact replica of a huge hard-on.
Without interrupting his game with her clit, Cliff lifted the vibrator and aimed the tip toward Lily's asshole. When the head of the thing made contact she shivered-but did not try to move away.
Cliff's grin widened. The stupid bitch was so worked up that she didn't realize that he was about to do to her, he knew. Which was just fine. The surprise would give him pleasure.
Grunting with excitement, Cliff shoved-sending the phony prick half way up her asshole.
"That hurts," Lily whined, removing her lips from his cock.
"Juck suck me off and shut up," Cliff ordered. "You'll start liking it in a minute."
Lily was not for giving him much resistance. Sighing loudly, she sank back down and resumed her eager sucking of his cock and balls.
Cliff pushed the vibrator harder, burying almost the entire length of it inside her ass. Lily squirmed as her flesh adjusted to the sudden invasion.
To insure his success, Cliff rubbed her clit a little harder, making sure to excite the hard little knob with his expert fingers.
Lily began to wiggle her twat and hump down hard. Forgotten was the pain of the vibrator up her ass. She was gone again-lost in the wild throes of her excitement-well on the way to a violent orgasm.
Cliff turned the vibrator on.
Lily shivered as the imitation cock began to pulsate deep within her rectum. "Oh Cliff-that's fantastic-don't stop-finger fuck me too-"
He lay there listening to the sound of her voice, loving the way she forgot all about what a high and mighty 'lady' she was supposed to be. Whores, all of them, he told himself. Grab their cunts and they're all the same.
Now, he decided, he was ready for his final victory. He pulled his slimy fingers out of her twat and slapped her playfully on the rear end. "Lay down on your belly," he said.
Lily did not argue. Obediently, she crawled off his body and positioned herself, spread-eagle on the huge, soft mattress.
Cliff climbed over her, playing with his cock while he stared at the vibrator sticking out of her ass. Without a word, he reached down and pulled the rubber cock out of her hole. Then, thrusting roughly, he replaced it with a real one.
Lily groaned and started to tremble. "You're ripping me apart," she complained. "Please-take it out-let me rest."
"Fuck you, lady," Cliff thought as he reached underneath her huge bulk and searched out the lips of her cunt with his expert fingers.
As soon as he'd made contact with her sensitive snatch, Lily stopped complaining. Eagerly, she raised her hips, taking his cock all the way into her ass-happy to do so as long as he stroked her clit and heightened her excitement.
Cliff rammed his dick home with all his strength, loving the way it made loud, sucking sounds as it filled her rectum-loving the way she tolerated the pain and the humiliation of what he was doing to her.
His balls swung in between her beefy thighs and he felt the beginnings of his ejaculation vibrating down around the base of his cock.
"Get ready," he warned. "I'm going to shoot my load all the way up your ass."
"Oh yes," Lily murmured, pistoning her nips harder-rubbing her clit against his fingers-shivering from one end to the other with undisguised pleasure. "Do it to me-do it now-and hard-drive me crazy, darling-I'm ready to come, too."
Cliff pounded into her, loving the way her hole grabbed at his dick-the way the muscles inside her body seemed to be trying to milk the come out of him.
He felt the beginning of the end-trembling down in his balls and getting ready to explode at the root of his cock. It was as though he had gallons and gallons of hot come inside of him, just waiting for the right moment to bust free and drown the bitch.
He rammed his prick home to the hilt for one last time. He heard the sound come out of his throat and rip past his lips-a sound that in no way resembled his natural speaking voice. He felt the spasms over take him-rocking through his entire body-as jet after jet of milky come shot out through the tip of his rod and flowed deep inside of Lily.
"Take it baby-take it all," he rasped, ramming his hips forward and down-not caring if he hurt her, if he upset her, if he knocked the shit out of her. All he could think about was his own orgasm-the sensation of his whole body flexing, time after time-his balls, releaving themselves of their heavy burden-his cock, hard and demanding and unmerciful as it pounded her flesh to pulp.
At the same time, Lily's body trembled through the long moments of it's own climax. Warm liquid flowed from the gaping lips of her twat and the walls of her cunt sucked on Cliff's busy fingers.
At last, the two of them were exhausted. They lay silent and breathless, waiting for their senses to return.
by the time the seventh couple had walked through the front door, Cliff's phony smile was beginning to hurt around the corners of his mouth. Still, he stayed at Lily's side to compliment one more middle aged woman on how well she looked-even though, inside himself, he thought she was a pig.
The woman giggled girlishly and gave him a smile meant, apparently, to be seductive. It was pathetic. Cliff had all he could do to keep from laughing in her face. Finally, in a frantic effort to escape her presence, if only for a moment, he offered to go out into the kitchen and fix a drink for her, personally.
And then, at last, he was alone. Alone with his headache and alone with his boredom. How he resented being a male whore! And the worst of the evening was yet to come!
"Oh, there's our star," Lily gushed stupidly, when Cliff returned with the drink he'd mixed. "Cliff, sweet, I want you to meet two of my very closest friends-Evan and Jody Evanston."
Cliff smiled pleasantly at the conservatively dressed man and his chic wife. He would have turned the charm on her full force except for the fact that the woman refused to smile back at him, except for a fraction of a second. He's affected her in some way, he felt certain. And that, he found very interesting. Calmly, he excused himself to find the other woman for whom he had mixed the drink.
by himself again, Cliff leaned against the armoire and lit a cigarette. With a fixed smile on his face, he gazed around the room, taking everything in, making mental notes. He observed that Lily was still chatting with Evan what's-his-name and his wife.
Unobserved, Cliff took the opportunity to look the woman over again, more closely. He'd been right. This one was different from all the others. A pretty face and a good body.
Undoubtedly, her husband was loaded. Still, he was an out and out square. What the hell was a good looking chick doing with him, Cliff wondered. With what she had to offer, she could probably land most anybody she had the yen for.
It was a sure thing that the husband had the better end of the deal. As Cliff watched Jody, engrossed in conversation, he observed the pleasant rise and fall of her huge breasts. Beneath those skimpy evening pajamas she had on, it was a cinch to tell that she had a very fuckable body. Nice, smooth flesh. Soft, shining hair. And the cutest, roundest ass he's seen in a long time.
He felt a hard-on starting to grow in his pants. On impulse, he walked back across the room, hoping that the bulge in his trousers wouldn't be noticable.
"Mind if I join you people again?" This time, Cliff turned on his most boyish smile and directed it toward Jody Evanston.
"Why, we'd be delighted," Lily gurgled, taking his arm possessively. As a matter-of-fact, we were just discussing one of your favorite subjects; portraits."
"Oh, were you?" Cliff continued as though he were truly interested in what Lily had to say. But never did he remove his gaze from the attractive woman in front of him. The one who was turning him on so strong. "Who wants to be put on canvas?"
His remark seemed to amuse Jody. Cliff observed, with delight, that she was returning his smile-for the first time-and with more than just a casual interest.
"Would a portrait interest you, dear?" Evan asked his wife.
She shrugged. "I don't really know." Her gaze moved from her husband to Cliff. "That sounds like it could be interesting."
"There's no way to know unless you try it," Cliff said, picking up what he hoped had been Jody's challenge in his direction.
"No-I don't really think so," she said, after reflecting for a moment longer.
"Certainly, you must want yourself immortalized," Cliff pressed with a little more intensity than he would have wished to display.
There was something about this Evanston woman. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed to easily able to resist him. Women weren't usually cool in Cliff's presence.
Now, for the first time he had met one-a rich one-who seemed to be quite able to live without him.
"You seem to be rather eager to paint me," Jody said in a tone which clearly implied that she had the upper hand in this conversation.
"Only if you'd like it." Cliff felt as though they were playing cat and mouse-and he knew that he wanted her, now-more than ever. She was sharp, and gorgeous. And best of all, she was a challenge-something that he hadn't found in a woman for a very long time.
"I don't think I'd be able to sit still long enough to have anybody paint me," Jody said, as though trying to torture him on purpose-trying to keep him dangling on a string.
"We could do it in short sessions," Cliff answered, refusing to give up. "We could stop whenever you'd decided that you'd had enough."
"Sounds-like the man is reasonable," Evan said, suddenly returning to the conversation. "Why don't you try it, Jody? You just might enjoy it."
"Yes, yes-that's a wonderful idea," Lily chimbed in. "And just think, Jody-you can give the portrait to Evan for your next anniversary and he'll be paying for his own present." She laughed at her own notion, and the others laughed with her.
For the first time, Cliff realized what was really happening. Of course, Jody wanted the picture. He could just sense it in his bones. Why then, was she pretending as though she needed to be coaxed?
His suspicions proved true when Jody consented at last to a preliminary session in his studio. Feeling somewhat more confident now, Cliff handed her his card with the address on it.
He wondered if he'd be able to fuck her the next time they met. He couldn't think of anything nicer.
CHAPTER TWO
"Aren't you ever going to be finished? I want to get in there!"
"Don't rush me."
Dotty Sarles stuck her tongue out in the direction of the bathroom door, knowing that her mother was behind it. Furious, she spun on her heel, marched back to her own bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
Nothing she ever did was right. Day in, day out, her mother was always complaining about something. To hell with it! To hell with everybody! She didn't give a damn.
As a matter-of-fact, the only reason she was going to that stupid affair tonight was to please Dad. Poor guy, Dotty told herself, feeling sorry for her henpecked father. The only reason he wanted to go to the party was because Mom insisted. And when Mom insisted, Dad always gave in.
She wondered why her father didn't give her mother the gate. Was it because Mom was such a great lay? No, not likely. Her old man probably just didn't have the guts to get a divorce. That's why he'd be kissing that woman's ass until the day he died!
Thank goodness she was different, Dotty told herself. Nobody was going to frighten her. She was nineteen now. Time she started to live her own life. Time she started to do what she wanted to do. Time she became a woman.
"Fat chance of that," she muttered under her breath as she stomped across the room to her desk and glowered at the photograph sitting on top of it. The grinning face of a youthful-looking young man smiled in her direction above the free-flowing handwriting that said: To Dotty, Sincerely, Evan.
"Sincerely, my ass," Dotty snapped, whacking the picture with the back of her hand and sending it skittering across the top of the desk into the wall. Every time she thought of him she got pissed off. She was disgusted with his good manners, his gentlemanly attitude, his old-fashioned, fucked-up ideas about what was right and what was proper.
Some steady boyfriend he was! They'd been going together for almost a year now, and she was still a virgin!
"The bathroom's all yours, Dotty," the woman's voice called from the hall. "I'm through now."
"You bet your ass you are," Dotty answered her mother under her breath. Tonight was the last time she was going to do something she didn't want to just for the sake of keeping peace in the family. Thanksgiving vacation was short enough without having to waste a whole night at some square, cruddy, private art exhibition.
"But I thought you liked art," her mother had protested when Dotty had first said that she'd prefer not to go.
"Of course, I like art," Dotty had answered irritably. "That's my major in school, remember? But that doesn't mean I want to spend my nights looking at paintings."
"You're just being argumentative," Mrs. Sarles had replied, dismissing her daughter with a tired sigh. "Besides, there'll be plenty of lovely young people there for you to meet. Lily Bracken invites only the best people to her home."
The best people, over fifty years old, Dotty had wanted to say, but she decided against it. What was the point of having another fight? It never got her anyplace. Never accomplished anything. Her mother would never understand her if the two of them lived for a hundred years.
On the other hand, she conceded inwardly, even if she didn't go to the party, what the hell would she do instead? Even if she invited Evan over to the house and her folks were out, he wasn't man enough to try and get inside her pants.
If things kept going at this rate she'd never lose her cherry. So, going to the party or not going to the party didn't make all that much of a difference.
Dotty locked the bathroom door, walked to the sink and began to remove the curlers from her soft, shining, jet-black hair. No sense in getting up tight, she decided, winking at herself in the mirror. After all, she'd make a decision, hadn't she? She was going to live her own life from now, wasn't she? All kinds of new adventures were in store for her.
A devilish smile played around her lips. It was almost a week since she'd spoken to Eric, since she'd allowed him the pleasure of her company. He must be frantic by now, she promised herself, remembering the way his dark, flashing eyes would go dull when something hurt his feelings.
Well, if he was miserable it was his own damned fault. She'd certainly given him plenty of opportunity to prove that he was a man. What the hell kind of a man could he be if he didn't want to fuck the girl he was supposed to be in love with?
Fuck him! Dotty decided as she brushed her gleaming hair down past her shoulders. If Eric didn't want to split her pussy there were plenty of guys who would. All she had to do was meet them. After all, Eric didn't have the only prick in town. Somebody else would do the job, sure enough, and damned soon. She couldn't wait much longer.
It was sort of too bad, though, she added as she began to apply her makeup. It would have been nice to share that first big moment with Eric. And it would have been a big moment for both of them, for even though he'd never admitted it, she was willing to bet her last dime that Eric was a virgin, too!
Suddenly, she found herself thinking about the last time that they'd been together, the night they went for that drive in the country.
She'd been so sure of him, then. So positive and confident. She was certain that tonight was going to be the night, the night when Eric finally asserted himself, the night when he spread his legs and shoved his prick in between them, claiming her for his own, proving the love that he felt for her was real.
The evening had begun beautifully. A perfect dinner. Soft music. Even sparkling wine. And then, afterward, that beautiful drive in his convertible with all those corny stars blinking their heads off above them.
Eric had found some soft music on the radio just before he pulled off the highway and turned out the headlights.
"How's that for a view," he said, pointing to the river, sparkling and dancing below them, underneath the moon.
Willingly, happily, Dotty gave herself over to the mood of the evening, the crisp air, far too warm for this time of year, the bubbly, giddy feeling inside her head from the wine and, most assuring of all, the sight of other couples in cars parked around them, locked in each other's arms, kissing, touching and doing heaven only knew what else!
Smiling inside and out, Dotty turned in her seat to face the boy beside her. Tenderly, she reached out her hand and stroked his cheek with her fingertips, loving the sensation of his flesh, his nearness, his maleness.
She wished that somehow she could plant her own thoughts inside his head, that she could give him the idea without actually saying the words, that she wanted to be held, to be kissed, to be touched, that she wanted her skirt pushed up and her panties pulled down, that she wanted to feel him w-edged between the lips of her cunt, pushing, shoving, fucking her until she screamed with the joy of being a woman, at last!
After what seemed like years, Eric leaned over and kissed her. The kiss was far from what she would have called passionate, but at least it was a beginning, Dotty consoled herself. Maybe with a little more help from herself, a little more encouragement....
"What do you say we go back to your place," she suggested, hearing the unmistakable sound of desire in her own voice.
She knew that Eric's folks were out of town at their country place for a few days. Maybe with just the two of them in an empty apartment, maybe with a little privacy and an intimate mood he'd finally get around to giving her the fucking that she ached for.
"Sure, if that's where you want to go," he answered in a noncommittal tone. "I just thought you'd like the view from here."
"Yes, I like it fine," Dotty answered, and inside her head she added, but I'd much rather get laid.
All the way back to the city she was counting the minutes and the eagerness inside her brain seemed to be contagious, spreading downward through her flesh, making her nipples tingle with excitement.
And down there, between her legs, inside the throbbing lips of her cunt, she felt her clit pulsating, felt the little button readying itself for the biggest pleasure that a girl can know-sex.
by the time they reached the empty apartment Dotty thought she was going to burst at the seams with impatience. How the hell could he stay so calm and cool, she wondered as she watched him turn the lights on and loosen his tie.
"How about a drink?" she blurted, eager to sustain the mood, to break down that wall of nonchalance that Eric had placed between them.
"Dotty, are you serious? Don't you think you've had enough? I wouldn't want your parents to think I'd taken you out and gotten you drunk."
She wanted to cream out at him, to tell him where it was at, but she forced herself to remain poised and in control.
"Don't you worry about my folks," she answered with a huge grin. "They'll never know what happened tonight, no matter what we do."
Forty-five minutes and a half bottle of chianti later, Dotty decided that she was obviously going to have to take matters into her own hands if she expected to get her maidenhead busted, tonight.
"Eric," she began in a soft voice, lowering her gaze demurely. "Is something the matter with me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you mad at me or something?"
"Why, no, of course not. Why should I be mad at you. Dotty. You know how I feel."
She looked him square in the eye, poised and ready to pounce. "You haven't kissed me since we were parked back there in the car. It makes a girl wonder sometimes."
She saw the color rise along his cheeks, felt his spine stiffening with discomfort. Still, she would not be discouraged by his shyness, and would not be put off. She moved into his embrace and tilted her face upward, pursing her lips in expectation of the kiss.
His mouth was stiff, hard against her own soft flesh. Dotty wound her arms around Eric's neck and parted her lips, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.
She heard the breath catch in his throat, felt the shudder run through his body. Yes, now she was on the right track, she told herself. The boy wasn't made out of stone after all.
They soul-kissed for a long time, and with each passing moment Eric seemed to get braver. His tongue moved far past her teeth now, exploring the inside of her mouth, pressing and darting against her own, eager tongue.
Would he never reach for her tits? Would he never get down to brass tacks, she wondered.
Without breaking their kiss, Dotty found his hand and guided it onto the swell of her breast.
"Really, Dotty, I don't think we...."
"Shut up and kiss me." She pulled his mouth back onto hers and inhaled deeply, forcing her nipple hard against his palm.
Eric melted. His fingers dug into the soft flesh to explore one tit and then the other.
Dotty hung on for dear life, filling his mouth with her tongue, squirming eagerly in his arms as she felt a lovely wetness starting to gather in her crotch.
How she wanted to be fucked! How she wanted to spread her legs and have his prick ramming up deep inside of her. To hell with the pain and to hell with the blood. She wasn't afraid of anything. She wouldn't have a moment's hesitation, she knew. If only he would cooperate!
She leaned back and pulled him down onto the sofa with her so that they were lying side by side. Now, she could stretch her body out full length against his, pressing her breasts against his heaving chest, pressing her pussy against the bulge in his pants.
And it was a bulge. A big one! She could feel it as she squeezed her belly against his. He had a hard-on. He was stiff and ready. Tonight, he was going to fuck her. At last she was going to get laid!
His hand moved down along the side of her body and came to rest just beneath the hem of her skirt. Dotty shivered with delight as Eric caressed the inside of her knee, making the flesh there tingle and come to life.
She slithered against him, telling him without the need for words that he could move his hand upward, that she was his, that he could do whatever he damned well pleased without getting any resistance from her.
Slowly, tentatively, Eric's finger moved underneath her skirt, inching upward over her nylons until at last, he was touching her along the edge of her panties.
The thin material of her underwear was wet with the juice from her eager pussy. She could feel the dampness making the material cling to her flesh. She was sure that she could even smell the fragrance of her own excitement, the unmistakable odor of cunt juice.
She groaned with pleasure as Eric's hand moved in between her legs and began to stroke her sensitive cunt lips through the wet material of her panties. Reflexively, she bucked her hips, shoving her cunt harder against his fingers, shaking from head to toe with a wildness she'd never experienced before.
"Go inside," she heard her own voice rasping. "Put your finger in there. Do it, Eric, please do it."
"Dotty, are you sure?"
"Yes, yes, don't talk, just keep on with it," she growled, hugging him more tightly.
Eric's fingers moved underneath the waistband of her panties and his hand cupped the furry softness of her virgin pussy.
Dotty spread her. legs as wide as she could, giving him full access to her throbbing slit.
His finger found the crack and started to play up and down inside it, exciting her beyond her wildest dreams, making her tiny button stand up hard and firm like a miniature prick. In expectation of what would surely happen next, she felt the walls of her cunt flexing, readying itself to suck on the beautiful cock that would soon be shoving itself up between them.
She was beyond control now, beyond inhibition. Thrusting her hand down between their bodies, Dotty's fingers searched out and found the stiffness of Eric's cock. She caressed it through the material of his pants, loving the way he trembled every time she squeezed it, loving the size and thickness of it.
She found the tab of his zipper and tugged it downward. He was wearing boxer shorts and his cock seemed to leap into her hand.
They both groaned as she started to jerk him off, knowing instinctively what to do, what he would enjoy, how to goad him on.
She was flying high and wild on a sensation more intoxicating than any liquor could possibly produce. She had to have it, had to feel that hard tool of his jammed up her fuck hole. She just couldn't wait any longer.
She continued to jerk him off with her right hand. With her left, she reached down and pulled her panties to her knees. Then, kicking and squirming, she managed to rid herself of the undergarment.
Her pussy was free now, completely accessible and available to Eric's cock. Dotty pulled her skirt up, exposing herself. Along with her panties she'd gotten rid of her shoes and now wore only a garter belt and stockings below her waist.
There-was nothing standing in the way between his prick and her cunt. She was ready to be plowed.
She wound her arms around his neck again and forced him to lie on top of her. The weight of his body strengthened her lust. Especially the awareness of that rock-hard muscle down between his legs.
"Oh, do it, Eric, do it," she groaned, pulling her knees up and capturing his hips between her thighs. "Shove it into me, take me, make me yours."
Eric was sweating profusely. Clumsily, he shoved his hips back and forth, burrowing with his prick through the damp bush of her cunt hairs.
"No, not there, you're too high," she rasped. "Get down lower, where the opening is. Put it in. Please!"
Suddenly, Eric tensed. "I'm coming," he cried, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
Dotty opened her mouth to protest, but it was too late. Hot jets of sticky come were running along her belly, through the curls of her pubic hair. She felt the spasms rock his body as gush after gush of hot liquid poured down over her flesh.
"Oh, please, Eric," she begged. "Don't stop, don't stop. Do it to me. Please do it to me." to me. Please do it to me."
"I'm sorry," he said, still shuddering a moment later. "I'd better get something to clean you up."
"No," she protested, grabbing him by the arm. "Here, I'll help you. I'll show you where to put it in. I'll move it to the right place."
She reached down between his legs, expecting to find the glorious hardness of his big prick. Instead, she found a limp, useless mass of flesh. "What's the matter," she sobbed.
"I can't help it. I'm finished. I'm sorry."
"Make it hard again," she demanded. "I've got to have it hard."
"I can't," he groaned. "Don't you understand? Once a man's finished...."
"A man?" she echoed, and her voice filled the room, trembling with the force of her rage. "You're no man. If you were a man you would have done it to me. You're a damned freak."
She jumped off the sofa and hurriedly pulled her panties back on.
"Please, Dotty, don't be mad," he pleaded. "I know what we did was all wrong. I knew I shouldn't have let myself get so excited."
"Damn you. Can't you understand anything?" she screamed. And with that she ran, sobbing from the apartment, determined never to see Eric again as long as she lived.
Silently, Dotty and her parents drove up Fifth Avenue, each wrapped in his own thoughts. In the back seat of the car, Dotty wondered what was ahead of her tonight. If only she could bring herself to look forward to something, she thought. If only she could get Eric out of her mind.
If only he could be here with her tonight.
She checked those thoughts before they had a chance to go any further. She was finished with him, she reminded herself. To hell with him and his high marks in college and his plans for law school and everything else. She didn't want security, didn't want the promise of a wealthy, comfortable future. All she wanted was a stiff prick up her cunt. And if Eric couldn't give her that, she didn't want anything else from him.
As they waited for the door to be opened she could hear the sounds of voices coming from inside the huge apartment. Despite her previous pessimism, she could feel her heartbeat quicken at the thought of meeting new people, seeing new faces, perhaps the beginning of a new adventure.
"Shirley! Roger!" Lily all but trampled the maid in her enthusiasm to greet Dotty's parents. "I'm so glad you're finally here. It's a fabulous evening, absolutely the grandest success." She turned toward Dottie. "And look how this sweet young thing has blossomed!"
Dotty gritted her teeth and allowed herself to be crushed in Lily's smothering embrace. At the same time, she gazed down over the woman's shoulder, searching the room for something to interest her, to bring her alive.
The scenery didn't look too promising. Just the usual old fart types that Lily hung around with.
"Come, come, let me get you people a drink," Lily said, taking Dotty's parent each by an arm.
Dotty grabbed her opportunity to escape the presence of her hostess.
A few minutes later, drink in hand, she was busy examining the paintings on he wall. To her surprise and delight, she found them interested and well done.
"What do you think of the work?" a deep, resonant male voice asked over her shoulder.
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
Dotty turned to face the man who had spoken to her. She stopped in the middle of her movement, socked by the handsome face that was melting her with its radiant smile.
"Thank you for the compliment," the man said, his grin widening. "I'm the artist. The name's Cliff Stevens."
"Dotty Sarles," she answered, quivering with delight as she realized that at last she had met the man who was going to bust her cherry.
Jody tossed her fur stole over the back of the sofa and hurried into the powder room in search of some aspirin. Thank goodness Evan had decided to get out of that party early in the evening, she told herself. Another hour of that stupid noise and confusion and she would have gone out of her mind.
She tossed the white pills down and let the cool water comfort her stomach. She felt as though she had a hangover already. Nerves, she told herself. Just nerves. And it was all her husband's fault.
She forced her wobbly feet to carry her into the bedroom, then she started to undress. The sound of the shower running curled her expression into one of disgust. Evan was so predictable. Everything he did was scheduled. Come hell or high water, he showered before going to sleep.
Fuck him. Who needed him. She was sick and tired of thinking about him anyhow. He'd had his chance earlier, this evening. He'd thrown it away. His tough luck.
She let her clothing fall to the rug and climbed, naked, into their huge double bed. For a moment, she thought about waiting for him to finish and join her, but only for a moment. What the hell was the point, she told herself, reaching for the light switch. He wasn't any good to her, any more. All he had to offer was money. What she needed most, he refused to give.
She lay in the darkness, enjoying the feel of cool, fresh sheets against her naked flesh. Absently, she reached down underneath the covers and started to fondle the lips of her pussy.
That Cliff Stevens certainly was something, she thought, grinning in the darkness as she slid her finger in and out of her hole. He was a damned good-looking guy. Probably built like a bull, to boot.
But he was arrogant. Arrogant and fresh and just a bit too sure of himself for her liking. Undoubtedly, women by the dozens made fools of themselves over the guy. Look at Lily. She was behaving like a damned teenager all night!
Not her, though. Not Jody. No man was going to hang her up. Not ever again. She'd learned her lesson with Evan. From now on, men were going to come running after her, not the other way around.
The sound of the bathroom door lock propelled her hand quickly upward and above the covers. Jody closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She didn't want to talk to Evan. Didn't want to have anything to do with him. All she wanted was to forget what an ass she'd made of herself, before.
The mattress dipped beneath the weight of his knee. "Jody, are you asleep?"
She didn't answer. Didn't move a muscle. Even so, something inside of her told Jody that she wasn't going to escape. She recognized that tone of voice, that softness about him. Now, he wanted to fuck. Now, he wanted to shove his prick up inside of her.
But, knowing Evan, even that was going to be dull.
In the darkness, his hand moved across the distance between them and gently pulled the covers back from her body. Jody felt the cool breeze rippling across her naked breasts. Involuntarily, her nipples began to harden.
Evan leaned over and cupped her tit in his hand. She felt him trembling, felt the dampness in his palm. That wasn't from the shower. He was nervous, and hot. And ready to go.
A new, different kind of repulsion filled her. She realized what was in store for her. When Evan got like this, he forgot that there were two people in that bed-two people with feelings. All he could think about was the ache in his prick. He never remembered that a woman needed more time.
"So beautiful, so very beautiful," he murmured, as he leaned down to flick the edge of his tongue around her tender, sensitive nipple.
Jody shuddered and tried to suppress the waves of excitement rsiging through her flesh. When was she ever going to learn, she screamed inside herself. Don't get worked up, you dope. It never pays.
Evan, of course, was oblivious to her thought patterns. Now, his mouth was busy, covering the rubbery cap of her breast, tasting the hot pink nipple, toying with the dark halo surrounding it.
Jody sighed deep in her throat and cupped her hand to the back of his head. She couldn't help herself, she knew. All she could do was hope that Evan wasn't as hot and bothered as she suspected, and that he could last long enough to please her, too.
He rolled on top of her and Jody spread her legs to accommodate him. The feel of his hard, muscular body on top of her own turned her breathing rapid and shallow. If only he'd behave like the man she used to know. If only he'd thrill her the way he used to when they were first married.
His hands covered her breasts and started to knead the soft flesh. Jody shivered and felt her nipples, rock-hard against his palms.
"Touch me," she begged inside her head, afraid to let her most secret feelings be known to her husband. "Eat me, suck my pussy, lick my clit with your tongue."
She wished she had the nerve to say those things aloud. If only she could tell him how badly she wanted it, how badly she needed for him to do all those things to her. If only she could confess how very much she wanted to suck on his cock, to lick his balls, to do everything that's possible for men and women to do together.
Jody wanted him to beat her, to tell her what to do. The idea of a little pain fascinated her and she thought that it would be loads of fun to be beaten and spanked by her husband. She imagined Evan dressed in a leather vest and tight leather pants. He was pinching her tits with pliers, and the pain was very intense but at the same time very pleasurable.
That was just one of the things that she wanted to have him do. There were lots of other things. She wanted him to fuck her in the ass, to fuck her in the mouth as well. She would have done anything that Evan asked, as long as he had the balls to ask.
Never, she told herself. She could never reveal these desires to him. Evan would run, scared. He'd call her every name in the book. He'd think she'd gone clear out of her mind.
And, so instead, Jody lay silent beneath him, while Evan's hands roamed over her body.
He moved back onto his haunches between her outspread legs and gazed down at her nakedness. In the pale light from outside, her flesh looked like satin.
His fingers roamed down over the soft curve of her belly and into the mound of curls betweeen her thighs. Jody trembled and spread her legs even further apart, offering him her pussy, begging him silently not to fail her.
Evan reached for his prick and curled his fingers around it. "Too much to drink," he mumbled, as he fingered his tool rapidly.
Jody heard his words but said nothing. Maybe he'd get it up soon, she encouraged herself. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad as she feared.
His fingers moved down into the darkness between her outspread thighs and found the lips of her cunt. Jody arched her pelvis upward, spreading herself before him, giving him full freedom with her body.
Evan slid his middle finger into her hole and began a slow, stroking motion there.
Immediately, Jody felt herself responding. Surges of excitement poured through her. Her flesh was on fire. Shit, how she needed to be fucked!
"Damn it, can't get it up," Evan complained under his breath.
Jody took the hint. Silently, she reached out and found his cock with her hands. Then, slowly, rhythmically, she began to stroke his semi-hard tool.
"Oh, that feels good," Evan whispered. "So damned good. Let me lie down for a while and you can keep doing that." He slid his finger out of her twat and started to make himself comfortable on the bed next to her.
What about me, a voice screamed inside her head, but still, Jody said nothing. If that's what Evan needed, that's what he would get. Maybe later, maybe if she were able to work him into a roaring hard-on, he'd fuck her like she needed to be fucked. He'd shove that beautiful, big cock of his all the way up into her.
She got onto her knees and reached for his tool again. As she started to rub his cock back and forth, Evan reached out and grabbed her breasts.
"I love to feel them," he said softly. "They're just like satin pillows."
She would have liked to tell him to shove something up her cunt instead, but Jody said nothing. Instead, she increased the tempo of her motions, rubbing his prick steadily back and forth, praying for his cock to get itself hard.
Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. And still, the damned thing was half-limp.
"That doesn't seem to be doing us much good," Evan said, sounding suddenly sheepish.
Jody didn't answer. She couldn't. Inside herself, she was so wild to get plowed she could think of nothing else but working Evan up so that he could do it to her. In desperation, she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth.
Expertly, she began to give him what she decided was going to be the best blow-job any man had ever had. With the tip of her tongue, she licked around the base of his cock, then all the way up to the head. She sucked his balls and kissed the sensitive flesh at the insides of his thighs. She made his prick wet and she kept it that way, working with her lips, her teeth, her tongue to get him ready:
And it worked. Slowly, but surely, Evan's prick began to telescope outward, growing, inch by inch, toward hardness.
As she became aware of the progress he was making, Jody felt encouraged. She sucked harder. She reached underneath him with her hand and toyed with his asshole, to excite him even further.
And Evan was enjoying it. Enjoying it very much.
He grabbed her head and forced it back down onto his prick, driving the head of his cock all the way down into her throat.
Jody gagged, but she didn't back away, not for an instant. He could choke her. He could smother her, He could kill her if he wanted to. She didn't give a damn. Just as long as he fucked her in the process and made her come.
And now, Evan's ass was bouncing high off the mattress and his dick was rock-hard.
"Come on, darling, faster, faster," he groaned, ramming his rod all the way into her mouth. "Suck on it. It feels so good."
Inside herself, Jody felt certain that success was only minutes away. Soon, he was going to fuck her. Soon he was going to shove that steel-hard cock of his into her twat and give her the ride of her life.
She cupped his balls and rubbed their undersides. As Evan shivered with delight, she forced the tip of her finger into his asshole and teased the sensitive, tight little opening.
And then, he started to shoot.
When she felt the first flood of come hit the roof of her mouth, Jody gasped and tried to pull her head away, but her husband was too strong for her.
"No, don't stop now," he ordered, holding her head firmly in his grasp and forcing her mouth to remain around his exploding cock. "Keep sucking. I'm getting my rocks off. I'm coming all the way down your throat."
The stupid sonofabitch was drunker than she'd realized, Jody told herself as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his hot, sticky fluid. He'd never talk like that to her if he wasn't stoned first.
She'd been fooled. Duped by her own hot, over-eager cunt. She'd given Evan a good time, and left herself right out in the cold.
As soon as he'd shot his load, Evan rolled over, pulled the covers above his shoulders and started to snore.
Jody crawled out of bed, hating the man, hating herself, hating the world. Her jaws ached from sucking his cock. Her throat was sore from all the times the head of his prick had rammed down there. And her arm throbbed from all the strength she wasted, trying to get his dick hard.
In the living room, Jody opened the liquor cabinet and poured herself a stiff shot of scotch. She didn't give a damn if she got drunk or sick or whatever. All she wanted to do was pass out, find oblivion, forget about how screwed up her life was.
The liquor burned and scraped all the way down into the pit of her stomach but somehow she managed to keep it there without gagging. And when she'd emptied the glass, she filled it again and repeated the process.
by the time she decided to go back to bed, Jody was dead drunk. As she stumbled across the living room, she caught sight of her pocketbook and moved toward it.
The little card refused to hold still in her trembling fingers, but she didn't care. She knew what was on it by heart.
Cliff Stevens. And the address of his studio.
Jody giggled to herself as she realized that she'd found the answer to her problem. The problem of not enough good fucking.
CHAPTER THREE
"Son of a bitch!"
Cliff threw the paint brush across the studio and turned from the sudden appearance of red splashes of color across the far wall. "Three hours," he muttered under his breath angrily. Three hours he'd been slaving over that damn canvas without accomplishing anything.
He wiped the residue of pigment from his hands and threw the rag onto the floor. It was getting to him he realized, the whole fucking business ... Lily and her damn smothering ways, her phony balony friends, the whole male whore bit. It was getting to him and it was messing up his mind.
And worst of all, it was making it impossible for him to concentrate on his painting, on his work.
He stormed over to the window and glared angrily down into the street. Come on Cliff, be honest with yourself, he thought after a few minutes, you know what's really bothering you.
As the thoughts revealed themselves clearly in his mind Cliff felt a definite stiffening between his legs. There was no real mystery to what he wanted ... what he needed ... what was driving him up the wall. The hard-on growing rapidly in his pants as he thought his thoughts attested to the truth.
He wanted to fuck somebody young.
Somebody young and pretty.
Somebody who was absolutely nothing at all like Lily Bracken.
He began to pace uncomfortably aware of the caged animal that he had become. What the hell good did it do to have his own apartment if he couldn't use it as he pleased. What was the sense of having that big double bed in the corner if he couldn't throw some young chick on it and ram his tool up her snatch if the mood hit him.
That was one of the big problems about being kept. Lily had a key, she could barge in at any time ... arrive unannounced as she often did. All she had to do was find him in the sack with somebody else and it would be bye bye bank account.
As though on cue the sound of high heels coming up the stairs grew louder and a moment later the lock turned in the door.
"Hello, darling ... it's me." The unmistakable sound of Lily's voice reverberated through the atmosphere.
Cliff gritted his teeth and refrained from telling her what was on his mind.
She closed the door behind her and hurried across the room eager to wrap her fleshy arms around his middle and hug him hard.
"How is my creative genius today?"
"Fucked up."
"Now, now what kind of a thing is that to say," Lily answered as enthusiastic as always. "After your sensational triumph last night."
"Triumph my ass," Cliff snarled. "I didn't sell a single painting."
"Come now, you're not-going to judge everything according to dollars and cents, are you?" Lily said still imprisoning him in her bear hug. "Everybody said you were wonderful. That's all that counts."
Cliff felt as though he were being smothered alive. Unable to control himself he grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms away from his body. Then he strode across the room to mix himself a drink.
Lily blinked uncomprehendably after him.
"Is something the matter ... I mean really the matter?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me. You know I want to share things with you ... everything."
"That's just the point. I'm up to my ears Lily, up to my ears in being in jail."
"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?" She reached into her purse and extracted a solid gold cigarette case.
"Figure it out yourself, Lily. I think you know what I'm talking about."
"Perhaps you didn't get enough sleep?"
"Cut the crap, this doesn't have anything to do with sleep."
"You said you feel like you're in jail."
"That's right," Cliff spun around glaring at her direction. "I'm sick of being watched, sick of having to account to you. I'm sick of being on call every time you want a stiff dick up your hole."
"Don't be crude Cliff, that's beneath you."
"Bullshit it is. Let's not pussyfoot around Lily, you bought me, you paid for me and now I've turned into one of your possessions. I just don't like it. I've got to be my own man."
"What's her name?"
He stared at her as though he heard incorrectly. "What are you talking about?"
"The girl ... you know the other woman ... whoever the hell it is who has got you so upset. Who have you been fooling around with behind my back?"
"No one dammit, that's why I'm so uptight."
Lily's right eyebrow shot up into the middle of her forehead. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"I don't give a shit what you believe," Cliff answered surprised at his own candidness. "I'm just telling you right here and now Lily, I need a little room to breathe."
"You mean a little room to lay somebody else."
"Call it what you like."
As though she'd been hit by a pail of water the controlled and poised expression melted from Lily's face to be replaced by a look of pure agony. "Haven't I made you happy?" she croaked and, puffed on her cigarette nervously.
"Yeah sure you've been very nice," Cliff answered, "but that doesn't mean...."
"That doesn't mean that I'm twenty years old and a size nine."
"All right, have it your own way. I'm in the mood for...."
"Somebody young."
"Right, somebody young. Okay," Cliff growled, "now you've heard the worst of it. Have your fit if you're going to, I don't care. I can't help the way I feel."
"But what can a young girl give you that I can't," Lily hurried across the room and stood very close to him trembling visibly. "I have money, I have position, I have influence and contact. All a young girl can offer you is a body."
"Right now, that will be enough," Cliff snapped. "I'll settle for that much."
She hesitated for a moment as though making a decision. Then suddenly the smile returned to her face.
"You know you're simply high strung," Lily went on her tone more controlled now. "I know how to relax you ... I always do." She reached out and cupped the bulge at the front of his pants.
"Cut it out, Lily, I'm not in the mood."
"Come, come, this is Lily you're talking to," she went on as she zipped the tab downward and reached inside for bare flesh. "What you need is a little release darling ... something to take the edge off, then you'll see how much better you feel."
Before Cliff had much time to think about it the woman was down on her knees in front of him sucking fiercely on his limp cock.
It didn't stay limp for long. The sensation of warm wet flesh wrapped around his prick, stroking his tool quickly, rhythmically caused a response that he could not control. He felt his dick stiffening, lengthening, growing stiff and hard with each quick expert movement of Lillian's eager tongue.
She sucked hungrily taking the entire length of him into her mouth ... swallowing the head of his cock and squeezing the sensitive flesh with the muscles in her throat.
He had to admit that she was good ... damned good. Cliff closed his eyes and rammed his hips forward choking her with his prick, yet unable to resist the delicious temptation that was being offered him.
Deep in his balls he could feel the excitement arising ... as each nerve ending began to tingle and throb in expectation of the load he was going to shoot down her throat.
Encouraged by his reaction, Lily reached into the fly front of his slacks and scooped his balls out into the open. She cupped them lovingly with her thick fingers while her mouth never stopped working the length of his tool ... sucking from root to tip ... making him shiver as his lust grew stronger, hotter, more intense.
He reached down and twisted his fingers through her hair. He didn't give a damn if he messed those curls that had cost her a fortune to have arranged. All he could think of was coming ... releasing the burden growing with each moment in his nuts ... ending the tension that was fogging his brain.
He humped his hips forward again and again ramming the entire length of his cock into her mouth ... forcing her to accept it all. At the same time he held her head tightly so that she couldn't get away ... so that she couldn't back off.
Her mouth was as good as her cunt, Cliff realized as the promise of climax grew closer with each passing moment. With his eyes closed he allowed himself the luxury of picturing someone else ... someone young and beautiful ... someone with big tits and smooth flesh ... a sweet virginal thing who lay there with her legs spread and her cuntlips parted waiting for him to shove his prick up inside her hole ... waiting for him to burst her cherry ... waiting for him to overwhelm her.
The thought was more than he could bear, combined with the insistent pressure of Lily's lips and tongue on his cock. With a groan that echoed all the way down into his chest, Cliff let himself go ... sending jet after jet of hot milky come down into Lily's throat ... clasping her head between his powerful hands and forcing her to receive the liquid that kept shooting from his tool.
"Take it, take it," he snarled pounding his hips forward again and again, whacking his balls against her wet chin. "Swallow, damn you ... move your goddamn tongue faster."
He continued to shoot until he felt his balls were empty. Then, calm again at last, he pulled himself out of Lily's mouth and tucked his prick back into his pants.
Cliff felt better, but he wanted to add something to the situation. He couldn't think of anything right off hand, and then after leaving for a few minutes he came back wearing his boots and mask, plus a pair of leather pants. Lily looked up at him and smiled. Yes, she knew that he was going to do something to her, but she had no idea what it would be.
Cliff slapped her across the face and then he bound her with one of his silk ties. Now she looked to be in a very uncomfortable position. Cliff stood over her and for several minutes he did nothing, but slap her on the tits, then when he was convinced that she had had enough he untied her.
Slowly Lily rose to her feet, looking tired but more confident than before.
"See how quickly your feelings can change," she said when she'd reached into her purse and wiped her lips delicately with an embroidered handkerchief. Now you'll forget all those silly notions won't you."
"I'm not forgetting anything," Cliff said forcing himself not to laugh at her expression turned suddenly to one of utter amazement. "I'm going to have myself some young snatch Lily, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."
"And who's going to pay the rent for this studio?"
"I'll manage ... somehow I'll manage." He knew he had some money in the bank but the courage for these words Cliff realized, was the result of sheer desperation.
Lily walked to the door. "All right, have your fling," she snarled, "but remember you'll be sorry."
"I doubt it."
"If that's the way you feel Cliff, I'm leaving."
"Good-bye."
"I mean it."
"Okay, good-bye."
"Cliff please ... I thought you cared about me.
"For heaven's sake Lily get out and don't make a scene."
"Will you call me ... sometime?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes ... yes ... just get out. I'll call you."
When he was sure she was gone and when he was over the shock of having freed himself, Cliff walked to the phone. The idea of screwing a young one made him grin from ear to ear.
"Hello," he said into the receiver at the sound of a woman's voice. "This is Cliff Stevens, I'd like to speak with Dotty Sarles...."
Suddenly there were two of her ... one who was doing it and one who was watching it all happen.
Dotty leaned back against the wall and gave herself over to the strange tingling sensation, the waves and currents that seemed to move even through the marrow of her bones. The acrid marijuana fumes stung her eyes and made them burn. She didn't want to miss a minute of this, did not want to overlook a seconds worth of the greatest adventure of her life. Did not, at all costs want to cheat herself of a moment's worth of the sight of Cliff Stevens.
"How are you feelin' baby?" he asked from what seemed like far away and in the midst of thick floating pot fumes.
"Fine, just fine," she answered hoping that by repeating it the fact would come true. She would not let him know that she lied about having smoked; she would not let him know that there was a part of her that was scared shitless.
She accepted the lumpy hand-rolled cigarette he offered her and guided it in between her lips.
"Inhale deep," Cliff said. "Remember, keep it in your lungs."
A cool breeze ... or was it a draft slithered across the room and moved over bare flesh. Dotty became aware of the fact that one of her breasts was protruding naked through the place where Cliff had parted her blouse.
She inhaled deeply on the smoke and looked down, studying the sight that was suddenly fascinating to her. Her nipple was still hard and direct ... glistening with spittle where he'd kissed her and licked in slow circles.
Had he fucked her yet? All of a sudden she couldn't remember.
No, that wasn't possible, she assured herself as she held the smoke deep inside her lungs. If he'd fucked her she would have remembered ... all the drugs in the world couldn't erase that from her mind. But it would happen soon. She knew it ... she was sure of it. And after all, wasn't that why she'd really come here?
She felt a tugging sensation ... the awareness of fingers moving up the back of her thighs.
Dotty didn't bother to look. She didn't have to. She raised her hips cooperatively and allowed him to tug her panty hose downward ... allowing him to bare the flesh below her waist.
Was it a minute or an hour? It didn't matter, her underwear was gone, only her mini skirt covered the thatch of pubic hair between her thighs ... and then just barely.
She continued to drag on the cigarette loving the sensation of curling along with the smoke toward the ceiling. Was that his head on her breast? His cheek? Yes" of course,-how nice. She cradled his shoulder in the crook of her arm and rubbed the hard muscles at the top of his chest.
"Nice baby, real nice," Cliff crooned as he moved his fingertips up above her knee and onto the satin-like sensitive flesh of her thigh.
She wasn't afraid, wasn't inhibited, wasn't in the slightest concerned. She like this ... liked it very much.
His hand moved up under her skirt, inching slowly toward her virgin pussy.
She spread her legs further apart inviting him to go all the way, telling him silently that she was his for the taking.
Cliff needed no more encouragement than that. His hand moved to the bush of light colored curls and began to stroke the sensitive flesh, moving closer ... maddeningly close to the pink split tucked away between her thighs.
"Oh wow, that's groovy," Dotty breathed.
"The smoke or me?" Cliff asked as his fingers found the moist crack and began to play languidly along the slippery flesh there.
She didn't answer. Couldn't speak. Her body was on fire. Her cunt was throbbing with the awareness of his fingers as they moved back and forth ... back and forth pressing ever so gently against her clit ... stroking her sex to life ... making her wet with desire.
He pressed his finger inward trying to penetrate the tempting hole. "You weren't kidding about being cherry were you?"
"Shut up and fuck." Where did she get the courage to say that? How could she have opened her mouth and let her truest most personal feelings come right out in the open. Was it the pot? Or was it all that time that Eric had frustrated her?
Suddenly Cliff grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pushed it upward. "Nice, real nice," he said gazing through heavy lidded eyes at the soft triangle exposed now to his view.
"Put your finger back where it was," Dotty said. "I like that, it was turning me on."
"I'll do even better than that," Cliff rolled himself over in between her legs and reached for the backs of her knees.
Dotty felt herself being lifted and spread wide.
She gazed down past her own practically exposed breasts to savor the sight of Cliff's face twisted with lust, the appreciation and desire sparkling clearly in his huge blue eyes.
And then his head disappeared between her legs and she felt the tip of his tongue entering her tight throbbing crack.
She heard herself groaning as though from a great distance ... heard the sound of her own lust. The sensation of his mouth on her cunt was more than she could bear. She bounced her hips up and down needing to get away from him and yet to get closer to him at the same time.
He was relentless. His tongue moved up and down on her slit lapping the lips of her pussy, pushing against her burning clit.
She felt herself opening to him, felt her cunt spreading like the petals of a flower, wishing to take him all in ... to suck him deep inside of her ... to capture him down there between her thighs.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Shove your prick up my twat. Give it to me Cliff, I need it ... I need it so bad."
He didn't answer. He ignored her. Instead he continued to lick her pussy ... sliding his fingers up the insides of her thighs now ... finding the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and opening them as wide as they would go ... filling her aching hole with his relentless tongue.
She pistoned her hips rapidly ... pounded her crotch against his mouth. "I'm going to come," she groaned. Two more seconds and I'm going to let loose."
That registered immediately inside Cliff's head. He moved away from her as though her flesh had suddenly turned white hot.
"Oh no you're not," he said ripping at the buttons of his trousers. "When you come it's going to be with me inside of you."
She smiled and allowed herself to sink backward and down. The sound of Cliff undressing reassured her, promised her that she was about to get what she'd been after for so long.
And then he was removing what was left of her clothing ... sliding her blouse down over her arms .. unhooking her skirt and tugging away from her flesh.
"Spread your legs," he ordered climbing in between them on his knees.
She tried to, but she couldn't. Her coordination was gone.
Cliff grabbed her and forced her thighs apart. He moved his hips forward and rubbed himself against her crotch.
She felt his prick ... so hard and swollen seeking entrance to her tight snatch.
"Take it in your hand," he ordered. "Aim it ... unless you want to get hurt."
She reached down and managed somehow to find his cock. Capturing it with her trembling fingers she guided the knob to the tight little opening between her legs.
"Hang on baby, here it comes," Cliff's voice was deep and raspy with desire.
She felt him enter her ,. . felt her cunt being forced wider than she thought it could spread.
"I ... I think it hurts," she muttered.
"What do you mean, you think?"
She couldn't help herself ... she started to giggle. She didn't know why, but she heard her voice dancing around the room ... floating like bubbles in a glass of soda ... hitting the ceiling, the walls, the floors and then starting all over again.
"Wrap your legs around my waist." Even as he said it Cliff helped her to comply with his orders.
She found his shoulders and slid her hands over them. At last she was able to lock her fingers behind the nape of his neck.
"Take it ... take it all in," he groaned. "Move with me. Open your hole."
Somewhere deep inside her she felt the tearing. ... was vaguely aware of flesh being forced aside and away.
"I'm almost all the way in," Cliff growled in her ear. "Lift up a little higher. Open up for me baby. Let me finish the job."
And then without warning the indistinct feelings within her body seemed to crystallize all at once. She felt her bottom leap to life as though with a will of its own ... pounding upward ... working to accept him deeper and deeper."
"Oh yes," she heard herself tell him. "Do it, I love it ... I'm coming ... I'm coming, Cliff."
She'd thought that she heard him say "I'm coming too," but she wasn't sure. She was too busy flying through the ecstasy of total violent release.
"Want to rest?" he asked when they could breathe again.
"What for?" Dotty asked, squeezing his midsection between her knees and pulling him all the way inside her. "I'm just getting started."
Cliff looked at her, a little surprised that she would still be raring to go. He thought that he better put a crimp in her style and so he dressed in his boots and pants and walked over to her.
"What are you doing?" asked Dotty.
"We're going to have some more fun, get you more excited and help me out, too." Then he told her to sit over his lap and he commenced spanking her with his bare hand. The rough leather of his pants moved against her cunt lips and aroused her even more. She didn't object to the burning sting of the spanking, and in fact she found it very exciting.
"You like this, Dotty?"
"Please, Cliff-harder, beat me harder."
CHAPTER FOUR
The conflict threatened to tear her apart. Inside she was fighting against herself. And Jody knew that soon, very soon, something had to give.
She lit a fresh cigarette with the butt of her old one and gazed across the breakfast table to the dishes Evan had left. She felt her features tightening. Thank goodness he was out of her way for a while; off on one of his business trips to Chicago. That left her free, she knew.
Free to fuck or suck or do anything she wanted to do.
And still, she was scared.
She got up and walked into the bedroom, her silk dressing gown rustling around her long, bare legs. She hadn't gotten over the other night, she knew. ,hadn't forgiven her husband for the way he'd failed her. Sure, she'd calmed down some, learned to grin and bear it in her mind. But as for her body, that was a different story.
Her flesh was ready and burning with need. At just the mere thought of sex, she could feel her nipples beginning to react, hardening inside the bodice of her gown, yearning for someone to touch them, to fondle them, to suck their tips....
She locked the door behind her and hurried toward the bed. There was no denying herself this morning, she knew. If she didn't do something to take the edge off, she was going to explode from the force of the tension gathering within her.
She crawled onto the huge bed and lay down on her back. Beneath the sash of her gown the material parted, baring her to the waist.
Jody made herself comfortable and then reached inside the top of her silk garment. The flesh of her breast was warm and soft to the tough.
Pulling her breath in between clenched teeth, she fondled the milky globe, pressing her thumb over the flat little button of flesh until it was stiff.
Her other breast seemed to ache with the desire for attention also. Jody untied her sash and opened her gown all the way. Then, taking one breast in each hand, she began to rub.
She heard the sound of her own breathing turning shallow and rapid as she massaged her throbbing tits. She closed her eyes and toyed with the nipples, playing her fingers around the pink circles until she could feel the dampness starting to build between her legs.
And still, she continued to tease herself, picturing in her mind how nice it would be to have something hard and stiff rammed up her cunt while she felt up her own breasts.
Her hips began to rise and fall from the mattress in a slow, steady rhythm of desire. Jody squeezed her tits together with her hands and enjoyed the sensation of soft flesh against flesh. She looked down at the hard tips and wished that her tongue was long enough so that she could suck them, lick them, make them wet.
The idea propelled her onto her feet and into the adjoining bathroom. Discarding her gown, Jody ran the water in the sink and then reached into the little commode underneath.
From the back of the shelf, she lifted the red rubber douche bag and touched her fingertips to the long nozzle. Panting with excitement, she filled the bag with warm water and tied it to the towel rack.
The tile floor was cold, shocking beneath her bare back. Jody pulled a bathmat into the center of the room and adjusted the soft material underneath her body.
Now she could cuddle up, sink deeply into the shaggy, warm material, feel the naked flesh of her thighs and buttocks cradled, while her hands were feee to go to work on her body.
She reached for her tits with wet fingertips. Good, but not quite good enough. What she needed was soap, wet, slippery and lubricating. Soap, to make her fingertips glide and move smoothly.
She pulled herself up onto her knees and reached up over the edge of the sink. Finding the bar of soap, she pressed her fingertips to its slick surface. Once again, she lay back down on the mat.
The effect was perfect. Her slippery fingers moved over her nipples, wetting the tender tips of flesh, allowing her to pretend that somebody's tongue was lapping around the points of her breasts.
She ran her fingers between the wet mounds of flesh and pressed her breasts together at the same time. What would it be like, she wondered, to have someone's prick sliding back and forth, there. Wasn't that the way they did it in France?
Now her hand moved to the curve of her belly, down to the top of her pubic hair. Reflexively, she arched her hips and spread her legs, offering her pussy to an imaginary lover whom she pictured above her, waiting and ready with a huge, stiff prick.
Her fingers found the lips of her pussy and began to toy with the sensitive crack. Inside her cunt she felt her muscles contracting, as though they wished for a cock to pull on and drain.
Her clit was hard and pulsating. Jody found the little knob of flesh and fingered it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through the rest of her body.
She had no trouble slipping her middle finger into her twat. Her pussy was wet and lubricated, swollen and eager with excitement. Quickly, she rubbed herself up and down, fingering the inside of her cunt, pressing as far into her hole as she could manage.
The douche nozzle ... now it was time.
She reached to the side and found the rubber hose. Quickly, she brought the instrument down between her thighs and shoved the nozzle into her cunt.
The hardness and length of it, jammed up inside her snatch, made her gasp with delight. She moved her hand quickly, ramming the nozzle up and down inside her dripping pussy, pretending that it was a stiff dick she had inside there, telling herself that she was really getting fucked at last.
She lifted her legs into the air and spread them wide. "Fuck me, mister, fuck me!" she groaned under her breath. "Shove that big cock of yours all the way up inside my hole.
Choke me with your tool."
With her free hand she reached for the hose and found the little metal clasp that controlled the flow of water. Clumsily, she fumbled with the apparatus until she'd opened the clip.
Now she felt the warm water running up inside her cunt, filling her hole, shooting way up there as though some guy were dropping his load inside of her.
"Do it, do it!" she murmured. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, drown me with your come."
She humped her hips as hard as she could, pounding her naked ass against the bathroom floor. Now, the water was running out of her cunt, dripping down the insides of her thighs, but she didn't give a damn.
Jody imagined that Cliff was standing over her, wearing nothing but a pair of tight leather pants and a mask, with a pair of boots on his feet. In this fantasy that she was having she was also pretending that she was stuffing the douche bag up her cunt. It really hurt her, but at the same time she found it very stimulating and she knew that she would come soon.
All she knew was that any moment she was going to cream, that the pressure of that stiff nozzle, jerking back and forth inside her pussy, was quickly bringing her to the edge of climax.
She rammed the douche tube harder inside her, thrusting the plastic tip all the way up toward her womb. Her cunt lips were wet and spread wide, sucking at the tube as though it were a real cock, drawing it deeper and deeper inside her hungry snatch.
She arched her back one last time and let the soft cry escape her lips. Shivers of delight ran through her as she climaxed, and the juice from her pussy mixed with the warm water that had been shot up inside her hole.
She was sitting on the toilet, letting the liquid run out of her cunt, rubbing the damp curls of her pubic hair when the phone started to ring.
"Go fuck yourself," Jody muttered and continued to massage her dripping cunt.
Still, the ringing continued, as though it intended to plague her.
Jody patted her cunt dry with a soft towel and walked, naked, into the bedroom. Annoyed at the interruption, she picked up the phone and growled a hello into the receiver.
"Hello, Mrs. Evanston. I don't know if you remember me. We met the other night. I'm Cliff Stevens, the artist."
Jody felt her entire mood soften.
"Of course I remember you, Mr. Stevens. As a matter-of-fact, I was just going to call you to arrange our first session. Would you happen to be free, later on this afternoon?
Cliff Stevens couldn't believe his good fortune. As he pressed his tongue deeply into Jody Evanston's mouth and reached around to cup the cheeks of her ass, he told himself that he was holding a potential goldmine in his arms.
But despite his love for money and all the good things it could buy for him, it was difficult for him to think about much else besides the gorgeous woman, clad only in her underwear, who was pressing her body tightly up against his and giving him an enormous hard-on.
Cliff slid his hands up along the ridge of her spine and fought with the hooks on her lacy brassiere. He felt a shudder of excitement run the entire length of her body and it served to confirm his suspicions; she was hot and ready. Horny beyond description. And he knew that he had just what he needed to fix this chick up, but good.
The elastic band parted and Cliff slid the limp bra downward over Jody's smooth shoulders. Her flesh felt like velvet to his touch, soft and perfect and just made to be caressed.
"Kiss them," she groaned, as he stepped back a little to admire the twin globes of perfect white flesh that were now exposed to his view.
Glad to, lady, he thought, as he bent over, cupped her breast in his hand, and lifted it toward his pursed lips.
Her nipple tasted sweet, exciting against his tongue as first he wet it and then began to tease the sensitive knob of flesh.
Jody wound her arms around his shoulders and gasped loudly as he mouthed her tit hungrily. Her own mouth began a silent motion, similar to that of Cliff's, as her tongue slid out and licked her dry lips until they sparkled.
Cliff moved to her other breast and started to tease the little halo of pink around the nipple. He felt Jody quiver with delight as he tongued her lavishly, sliding his mouth back and forth across the creamy mound of womanhood.
Suddenly, he felt an urgency which he could not resist. Sinking slowly toward the studio floor, he kissed his way down along the curve of her belly. Then, when he was on his knees, he pressed his mouth to the little mound, only slightly veiled beneath her sheer panties.
Immediately, Jody spread her legs and thrust her pelvis forward, shoving her pussy against Cliff's face as she imprisoned his head in her trembling hands.
His tongue snaked out and began to lap at her cunt through the scanty material. He was aware of a moistness there that had nothing to do with his own saliva.
The aroma of hot cunt filled his nostrils and drove him wild. He slid his fingers inside the leg opening of her panties and searched out the wet slit, hidden inside her soft pussy hair.
As he finger-fucked her slowly, he could feel the bulge in his pants growing. His prick ached to be free of all confinement, to be stiff and hard and shoving its way deep inside her hot little hole.
Soon, Cliff promised himself. Soon he would do all the things to her that he had been dreaming about since they'd spoken on the phone.
He reached up and twisted his fingers through the elastic waistband of her panties. Jody did not offer a single word of protest as Cliff slid the delicate undergarment downward to her ankles. Silently, she stepped out of the material and waited for him to return his attention to her eager twat.
Instead, Cliff began to rip at his own clothes. With trembling hands, he pulled off his shirt and pants. In a matter of moments, he too was stripped naked, and ready for action.
"I'm impressed," Jody said, openly admiring the huge pole that stuck straight out from between his thighs.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, lady," Cliff answered, smiling confidently, as he eased her backward toward his waiting bed.
Cliff guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the mattress. Then he moved himself in between her knees and sank to the floor.
His hands dug into the soft flesh at the insides of her thighs and spread her wide. The sight of her pussy, all pink and wet and ready, made his cock throb with eagerness.
He buried his head in her crotch and started to suck the sweet flesh of her throbbing cunt. Jody groaned and fell backward across the bed.
Cliff took his opportunity to lift her legs onto his shoulders. In this new position, her cunt was tilted upward in his direction, revealing the delicate, outer lips and the hard little clit tucked just inside them.
He dove for that little knob of flesh and lapped at it with his expert tongue. As Jody groaned with pleasure, he ate her cunt hungrily, loving the way her pussy juice ran out of her hole and into his mouth.
He shoved his tongue up as far as it would go into her snatch. He licked the walls, the hole, the sensitive inner lips.
She started to buck her hips and he could tell that she was enjoying this every bit as much as he was. But still, he wanted more, wanted everything she had to offer.
He hooked his thumbs inside the opening of her cunt and spread her hole as wide as it would go. From where he was positioned, he could see all the way up inside of her to where the pool of pussy juice was collecting.
He slid his middle finger all the way up into her crack and worked it around there until it was good and wet. Then he moved that same finger to her asshole and began to push his way in.
"That hurts," she groaned, but she didn't sound offended.
"It won't for long," Cliff answered, and dove back toward that lovely muff that tasted so good and was so much fun to eat.
The more he lapped at her cunt, the faster her asshole relaxed. Soon he had his finger all the way up into her gut and was working on both of her holes at once.
An urgent throbbing in his cock told him what he wanted to do next. Relinquishing her bottom for a moment, Cliff pulled himself up onto the bed and turned himself around until they were in the sixty-nine position.
"You know what to do," he growled, before he shoved his tongue back up inside her snatch.
She knew what he wanted and lost no time giving it to him. Cliff groaned as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and started to suck hungrily.
He was surprised at how well the dame knew how to give a guy a blow job. She was an expert, taking the entire length of his cock down into her throat and then teasing his nuts with her fingers.
He spread her thighs wide and filled her cunt with his tongue, nibbling on her clit in such a way as to drive her wild.
Her response was immediate. She pulled her mouth away from his prick and groaned, "Fuck me."
That was all Cliff needed to hear. In an instant, he'd flipped her over onto her back and was climbing on top of her.
Jody spread her legs wide and tilted her snatch up to receive the throbbing length of his tremendous prick.
Cliff was too worked up for tenderness. As soon as he'd w-edged the head of his cock in between her wet pussy lips, he rammed with all his strength, and shoved himself inside her to the hilt.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and started to pump with him, picking up his rhythm and complementing it with motions of her own.
Cliff grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, uncaring of whether or not he hurt her, knowing instinctively that the rougher he treated her, the harder he plugged her, the better she was going to like it.
Jody went wild in his arms. Without warning, she started to gasp and moan her way through the initial moments of a violent climax.
"That's it, mister, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she rasped, pulling him all the way into her cunt and sucking his dick with her vaginal muscles. "Ram it into me, send it all the way home, I want to feel it digging into my guts!"
A moment later, Cliff shot his load into her, whimpering with delight as his nuts relieved themselves of their heavy burden of semen.
"Oh no you don't," Jody said, when he started to pull out of her. "I'm not through yet. I've only come once."
It was many hours before they got around to talking about the portrait he was to paint of her. And by that time, Cliff was too exhausted to do so much as lift a brush.
CHAPTER FIVE
Four days. Four whole days and still he hadn't called her. Had he fucked her and forgotten about her, she wondered. Was it all over between them? Wasn't she going to get another chance to feel his gorgeous, hard prick shoved deep inside of her?
Dotty paced the length of her bedroom and stared murderously at the telephone. All right, she told herself, if he wasn't going to call her, she'd just take the bull by the horns....
The phone seemed to go on ringing forever at the other end of the line. Just when she was about to give up, a sleepy voice said, "Hello?"
"Hi, Cliff, it's Dotty. Remember? Dotty Sarles."
"Oh yeah, how are you? I've been meaning to give you a ring...."
Somehow she managed to make small talk for a few minutes even though she felt as though her insides were going to burst. There was no mistaking Cliff's manner, even though he was polite enough. He'd had enough of her. A one night stand. A busted cherry that he wouldn't remember in another month.
She stormed into the living room, barely able to hold back her tears. For the first time, she wished that she weren't alone in the apartment. Anybody to talk to, even her mother, would have been better than silence, and the horrible, painful realization that she had made a jackass out of herself.
Misery gave way quickly to anger. Fuck him, Dotty screamed inside her head. She didn't need Cliff. She wasn't going to waste tears and emotions over the likes of him! There were plenty of other guys around. Guys who would want her. And just to prove it, she picked up the house line and rang the doorman's number.
"Send up a porter," she demanded when the lobby had answered her call. "I have some things to be carried to the storage room. Right away."
"Yes, miss." The phone clicked.
Dotty waited for what seemed like hours. Then, at last, she heard the front doorbell ring.
The moment she laid eyes on him, she started to feel encouraged. He was young, no more than twenty-three, olive skinned and with black, curly hair.
"What's your name?" she asked, as she led him into the empty apartment.
"Juan," he said, as his dark eyes took in the sight of Dotty's young body, barely covered by pink, baby doll pajamas.
"Come with me, Juan," she said, smiling devilishly as she planned her next move inside her head. "I'll show you where the things are."
She led him into the bedroom, purposely swinging her hips as she moved. She could feel his huge dark eyes, burning into her flesh. It gave her goose bumps.
"Bring the chair over to this closet," she ordered, opening the door. "I'll have to pull the stuff off the top shelf."
When he'd placed the chair where she wanted it, Dotty got onto it and pretended to reach inside the closet. "Here, you'd better hold the chair so I don't slip," she said, without looking him in the eye.
"Yes, miss." He moved closer and grabbed the back of the chair.
Dotty reached up into the closet, knowing full well that in this position, Juan could see through the semi-sheer material of her garment to the soft flesh underneath. She heard his sharp intake of breath and knew that she was getting to him.
"I can't seem to reach that box," she said. "Would you mind getting up here instead, and I'll hold the chair for you."
She touched his shoulder and moved back down to the floor, allowing her breast to brush his forearm in a way that was unmistakably an invitation.
Juan got up on the chair. "The box in the back," she said. "I'll hold this." She grabbed the back of the chair with one hand, and curved her fingers around his leg with the other.
She felt him tense, felt the muscles, hard and firm under the pants of his uniform.
Suddenly, he turned around toward her and she could see the huge bulge in his crotch.
It was all the encouragement she needed. Without saying a word, Dotty reached forward and started to rub his cock through his trousers.
Juan groaned and tilted his hips forward, reaching down at the same time to stroke her soft hair.
Dotty was wild with desire. Trembling violently, she zipped down the tab of his fly and reached inside.
His cock was thin but very long, and very stiff. The minute she saw it, Dotty started to jerk him off, loving the way the foreskin slid back and forth over the dark, blood-gorged head.
When he guided her face toward his bobbing cock, she offered no objection. Happily, she parted her lips and sucked his prick all the way in toward her throat. At the same time, she reached inside his pants and scooped his hairy balls out into the open.
She sucked hungrily, loving the way he was making moaning sounds and the way he rocked back and forth. At any minute, she feared, he might fall right off that chair.
She ate him hungrily, reaching around and planting her hands firmly on his hard, muscular ass. She could feel the contractions there, as he pumped back and forth, trembling as his excitement strengthened.
Suddenly, he pushed her away from his cock and jumped down onto the floor. Before Dotty hardly had a chance to realize what was happening, Juan had reached underneath her short gown and was tugging her sheer little panties downward.
She allowed him to undress her, concentrating all the while at the way his stiff cock was sticking straight out the fly front of his pants. She could hardly wait to have that thing inside her.
He pulled her over to her bed and guided her down onto the mattress. Dotty spread her legs wide and started to toy with her own wet cunt as Juan ripped off his clothes. The sight of his hard-muscled body added to her lust and she could not resist the pleasure of sliding her middle finger in and out of her throbbing pussy.
Juan joined her on the bed a few seconds later. Lunging for her, he captured the point of her breast between his lips and gobbled eagerly at the nipple.
Dotty groaned with pleasure as she felt the little pink bud stiffening against his tongue. She arched her hips cooperatively as Juan reached underneath the cheeks of her ass and started to run his fingers up and down between her legs.
Her crotch was dripping wet with desire. Juan had no trouble locating her slimy crack. When he did, he shoved his middle finger all the way in, hard.
She gasped from the shock of it and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her flesh was on fire. She needed to feel his cock inside of her, needed to release the pent-up desires rising within her.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me good and hard!"
He reached down below her knees and pulled her feet high into the air, spreading them wide. Dottie felt the lips of her cunt open, revealing the hard little clit within.
Juan brought the head of his throbbing cock to her dripping snatch and shoved, burying himself to the hilt.
Dotty gritted her teeth against the pain as the walls of her vagina stretched to accommodate Juan's lunging cock. Soon, her hole was wide open and she found herself moving with him.
Their bellies made loud, wet, slapping sounds as Juan and Dotty hurried toward climax. There was no love, no tenderness between them. They were like two animals, scratching, biting, grunting their way toward fulfillment.
Suddenly, Dotty felt a knot tightening within her, stretching toward the bursting point. She cried out and let her body hurtle over the top, sobbing as she came for what felt like hours.
At the same time, she felt Juan thrusting deeply inside her, heard him moaning with excitement as he shot his load in spasm after spasm of hot, milky fluid.
When he had gone, the reality of what she had done hit her, full force. Naked, Dotty collapsed onto the bed and cried her eyes out. She felt cheap, used, a common whore.
The ringing of the telephone jangled her nerves. "Who is it?" she demanded, cradling the receiver between her chin and shoulder.
"Hi, Dotty, it's Eric," a familiar, timid-sounding voice replied. "Long time no see. You busy tonight?"
Jody wasn't going to think, she decided. She wasn't going to try and analyze what was going on. She was simply going to do what she felt inclined to do and enjoy herself, for as long as she could.
Jody steered her car in the direction of Cliff's building and heard the sound of her own voice humming above the motor. She sure was feeling a hell of a lot better, she told herself, blushing at her own honesty. Nothing like a good stiff prick up the twat to cure a girl's troubles.
She found a parking space and hurried into his lobby. With trembling fingers she rang the buzzer to his apartment, picturing in her mind, already, what it was going to be like, wrapped in Cliff's arms, swallowing his cock in her juicy cunt.
There was no answer.
She felt the beginnings of panic overtake her. Could he have forgotten their appointment? Could he be tired of her after one fling? Could she have been all wrong about his desire for her?
The lump in her throat was growing to enormous proportions, when the lobby door opened and suddenly, there was Cliff, standing right in front of her.
The sight of him, in tight levis and a black turtleneck sweater, was enough to erase all of her fears. She ran the short distance between them and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"Say, what's with you today?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"I thought you'd-never mind. I'm just glad to see you." Jody regained her composure quickly. There was no need to let him know just how much she'd come to need him, was there?
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the street. "We're going someplace."
"Where?" Jody asked, hurrying along to keep step with him.
"Surprise. You'll find out. The car's parked around the comer."
She recognized the cream-colored convertible immediately as Lily's car, but said nothing. What was Cliff doing with it, Jody wondered, as he opened the door for her. She decided to wait and find out when he was ready to explain.
They drove out of the city and Northward into Westchester County. The foliage and blue sky helped Jody to relax and enjoy the ride. And of course. Cliff's presence beside her made everything just perfect.
When they'd been out of town for almost an hour, Cliff turned onto a side road and then pulled the car into a long driveway. The stone cottage that greeted them was serene and familiar ... also Lily's.
Jody smiled bitterly, expecting that at any moment, Lily was going to come outside to meet them. She could hardly contain her disappointment. Of course, Lily was a friend, but what Jody had in mind for this afternoon, had to do only with Chuck and herself.
"Here's the key," Cliff said, after fishing around in his pocket for a moment. "Let's go in.
The interior of the house was dim and cozy.
Jody watched while Cliff lit a fire. "Now what?" she asked.
He smiled and hurried back to stand in front of her. "What do you think?" He pulled her into his arms and pressed his mouth firmly over hers.
All other thoughts spun wildly into the distance as Jody felt her body reacting to the closeness of his. Inside her clothing, her flesh seemed to catch fire, heating up with tremendous intensity of need.
There was a thick fur rug in front of the hearth and they sank down onto it, together.
"What about Lily?" Jody said with alarm, suddenly remembering her friend again. "What if she conies in?"
"She's back in New York," Cliff. said,, reaching for the top button of Jody's blouse. "She's not about to disturb us."
Jody was about to ask how he'd manage to get Lily's car and the key to her country place, but the feeling of Cliff's fingers pressing into her breast spun all other considerations out of her mind.
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her. Willingly, eagerly, she parted her lips as his tongue sought the warm recesses of her sweet mouth.
Her clothing seemed to melt from her body. She lay naked on the fur rug, enjoying the warmth from the fireplace, combined with the warmth of her own desire.
Cliff kept his leather outfit on, then spread Jody's legs far apart. Without a word, he leaned down and began to lick the lips of her cunt.
He licked her cunt only for a few minutes, before long she was begging for him to beat her. He liked the idea, and so he did as she asked. He tied her up with a link of rope that he found, and then he beat her with a small knotted piece of rope. He beat her across the tits and across the thighs.
After several minutes he found himself getting so excited that he stripped down to his shorts. He looked at Jody and then brought the rope down to her cunt. He lashed her across the pussy a few times and then he started licking and kissing her again.
She groaned and arched her ass high up off the floor. The feeling of his tongue burrowing around in her slit was like cocaine. Her brain whirled and she felt as though she were going to go out of her mind with happy delirium.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, trapping his head between her creamy smooth thighs.
Cliff plunged his tongue deeper-into her burning slit and reached up to grab her breasts in his hands. With busy, expert fingers, he massaged her nipples until they stood straight up from her tits, hard and stiff and throbbing with desire.
Jody ground her hips around and around, in tempo with the steady, plunging rhythm of Cliff's tongue. She felt the pressure of his teeth against her sensitive clit and she cried out with delight.
"Eat me," she groaned. "Oh, eat me, darling. Lick my cunt dry. Lap my pussy until I beg you to stop."
If Cliff heard her, he chose not to respond. He simply continued the steady, in and out rhythm of his tongue, working Jody to the boiling point.
She thought she was going to go mad with the sheer pleasure of it. She tried to call out to him again, to warn him that she was about to come, but her voice failed her. Instead, she heard the sound of her own raspy croaking just a moment before her flesh exploded and she flew into the wild ecstasy of tumultuous orgasm.
Cliff continued to tongue her pussy until the last spasm of pleasure had subsided from her body. Then, breathing heavily, he stripped off his shorts, displaying an enormous hard-on.
Jody realized what was going to happen next. "Give me a moment to rest, darling," she said, still barely able to catch her breath and speak.
Cliff would have none of this delay. Without bothering to answer her, he lifted her legs into the air and spread her thighs wide apart, revealing the pink, wet lips of her beautiful cunt.
She felt the head of his cock seeking entrance to her fuck hole, and suddenly, Jody was excited all over again.
Shivering with delight, she allowed him to penetrate her, taking the length of his cock all the way into her snatch and feeling the walls of her cunt stretching to make room for his enormous tool.
As he shoved his dick inside of her, the pressure against her clit made her tremble and groan. Automatically, she dug her heels into the fur rug and thrust her pelvis forward, taking him inside of her just as far as he could possibly go.
Cliff growled with pleasure and squeezed her breasts hard. Capturing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he teased the tender buds of flesh until Jody cried out in a mixture of pain and delight.
"Open wide," he commanded, bucking his hips sharply and plunging his cock all the way up inside her hole. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I'm going to fill you with hot, sticky come."
The sound of his voice, the vulgarity of his words, added to her lust. "Yes, do it," she groaned, pounding her hips against him and squeezing his cock with the muscles inside her cunt. "Fuck me good and proper. Shove that gorgeous prick of your all the way up to my throat. Screw me, Cliff, fuck me...."
The floorboards beneath the rug squeaked their feeble protest as the naked bodies labored toward the point of climax. Jody felt her body slick with sweat, felt the heat of Cliff's hard flesh penetrating deep inside her pussy.
And then, suddenly, there was no controlling him-or herself.
Together, they exploded into frenzied climax. The hairs around his cock scratched against her twat, but she loved it, loved everything about this huge, masculine miracle who had appeared in her life to free her from the boredom of a dull marriage.
by the time they left the cottage, it was growing dark outside.
Jody slept during the ride home. Smiling.
As he steered Lily's car along the highway heading toward the city, Cliff was aware that Jody was asleep. Just as well, he told himself, smiling inwardly. That would give him some time to think, and give her the time she needed to rest up, for later ... when he was going to fuck her up the ass and prove to himself, once and for all, that he'd captured her.
The thought excited him again, even though they'd been fucking all afternoon. In the darkness of the car, Cliff reached across the front seat and placed his hand on Jody's knee.
She stirred, but did not waken.
He glanced to the side and saw that she was still smiling in her sleep. Probably dreaming about how great his cock had felt going up her hole, he figured.
Again, he smiled. Poor dame, he told himself. She'd been so desperate, so hungry for it. Probably hadn't had a good jab from that milquetoast husband of hers for years. No doubt about it. Cliff had conquered once again!
He inched his fingers slowly upward, making his way underneath her skirt. She hadn't bothered to put her nylons back on and the smooth, naked texture of her flesh was like satin.
Suddenly, she snuggled closer to him and spread her legs.
Cliff slowed the car and reached higher, finding the crotch of her panties in the dimness. Underneath the thin material, he could feel her bush of pubic hair and the crack of her cunt, down between her thighs.
He started to stroke her twat very gently, not wanting to wake her fully until she was so hot and bothered again that she wouldn't be able to say no to him.
A flush of excitement darkened his neck as he felt his cock stiffening inside his pants. He would finger-fuck her and them make her blow him right there in the car, he decided. That would be a kick, driving along the darkened road with some rich dame sucking his cock, lapping his balls, proving how very much she was his slave.
Her panties were growing damp and Cliff was pleased. He knew that when the cunt juice started to flow, the battle was as good as won.
Impulsively, he slipped his fingers inside through the leg opening of her panties and sought out the crack of her cunt.
Inside her snatch, her clit was hardening. Cliff slid his finger in and out of her hole, making sure to press against her stiff little knob.
Jody's hips began a slow, rhythmic motion of desire. Her twat contracted around his finger, sucking on it as though it were a cock, trying to draw it deeper and deeper into her wet pussy.
Cliff reached down and opened his fly. Lifting his ass off the seat, he managed to pull his cock out of his pants. It was fully erect again and stood straight up from between his thighs.
In the dimness, her hand reached across the distance separating their bodies. Her fingers gently touched his thigh.
"Grab it, honey," Cliff wheezed. "Take it in your hand and play with it."
Jody did not answer. Instead, she squeezed his finger with the muscles inside her cunt, telling him to continue finger-fucking her.
Cliff's excitement was growing by leaps and bounds. He pushed his hand down through the top of her panties so that he could get a better feel of her pussy. He curved his fingers around her snatch and toyed with the curly hair between her thighs.
The juice from her cunt ran down into his palm, telling him that she was hot and eager. Now, Cliff slid two fingers up her twat, spreading her pussy lips backward, opening her juicy cunt to his hand.
Jody gasped and rocked her hips back and forth. Cliff cooperated with her by pressing the tips of his fingers against her clit. The action of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy made soft, slurping sounds in the car.
His cock was aching something fierce, but Cliff knew this was no place to pull off the road and throw one into her. Instead, he reached for her hand and placed it directly on his tool.
Jody squeezed his prick, making him whimper with excitement as his throbbing dick grew hotter with each passing minute. At the same time, he continued to shove his fingers in and out of her dripping hole, loving the way it felt to plug her pussy and make her squirm.
Her jerking-off motions were only half-hearted, he realized, but Cliff consoled himself with thoughts of what he was going to do with Jody when he got her back to his studio.
As they sped down the road, he pictured her naked and hot for him, her gorgeous tits all worked up with their stiff, pink nipples standing straight out, her delicious cunt gaping wide and dripping with eager expectation.
He remembered what it had been like that night when he stretched Lily's asshole with that vibrator and then buggered her with his own hot cock.
That was the way to prove that a woman was your slave, he told himself. To make her kneel over, spread her cheeks and take you up the ass, no matter what the pain or the discomfort or the humiliation might be like for her.
As his thoughts for later grew more vivid in his mind, Cliff did not realize that his hand was moving faster, up and down, in and out of Jody's throbbing pussy.
Suddenly, she gasped, squeezed her thighs together around his hand and started to come.
He was shocked, startled by the suddenness of her outburst. He felt the fluid from her hole pouring down over his fingers, onto his hand, soaking the crotch of her dainty panties.
But it was too late. There was nothing he could do to stop her, he knew. And so, he continued to shove his finger in and out of her hole, squeezing her throbbing clit, making it good for her.
After all, he told himself, she was going to make it good for him later, lots of times.
by the time they got back to his place, his cock was back inside his pants, but the urge to get his rocks off remained strong.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Jody announced as he helped her out of the car.
Cliff blinked stupidly. "Aren't you coming up?"
"Can't now," she answered. "I've got to get back home."
"What's the rush?" He felt the frustration rising like bile through his insides.
"I expect a long distance call from Evan."
"So he'll call back."
"No, Cliff, I've got to be there when the phone rings."
He reached out and touched her shoulder. "Come on, baby, I'll make it good for you."
"Tomorrow," she whispered. And then, before he could do anything more, she was gone, headed toward her own car, parked down the block.
He stood there, gazing after her, still hardly able to believe what he'd seen and heard. But when her car rounded the corner, Cliff realized that he'd lost the round.
He moved toward the lobby of his building, shaking with a combination of fury and exasperation. The lump in his pants throbbed hard, as though to punish him for letting that cunt get away from him.
But what hurt most of all was the thought that perhaps Jody Evanston wasn't as dependent upon him as Cliff would like to have believed.
The inside of his studio was dark, cold, unfriendly. Cliff threw himself onto the bed. His muscles ached with fatigue from a day's worth of balling.
And yet, he knew he could not rest ... could not allow himself to drift off to sleep.
He reached out and pulled his cock from his pants. The rod stood out stiff and strong, ready and eager to force itself into a warm, wet hole.
Gritting his teeth with determination and anger, Cliff started to jerk himself off, picturing in his mind what he was going to do to Jody the next time he got a hold of her.
And inside himself, he vowed that he would never rest until he was assured that Jody Evanston was absolutely under his control.
CHAPTER SIX
Dotty gazed wistfully at Eric's photograph and wished that she weren't suffering such a case of hot, impatient cunt. He was really a nice guy. Simple, sweet, innocent. But still, he hadn't fucked her. Their last date had been a succession of nervous hours spent together. And, of course he'd been so uptight about their previous fiasco he hadn't had the guts to kiss her, much less fuck her.
Damn it, she thought. What was she going to do? She couldn't very well spend the rest of her life fucking building porters.
She wouldn't even think about that, she decided. It had been an act of pure and simple desperation. It meant nothing ... except that she needed a good man ... regularly and often ... shoving his way up her pussy.
Cliff Stevens....
She could feel the pangs beginning around her heart at the mere idea of him. How could he have done such a terrible thing as to lose interest in her. What was the matter with that guy? Didn't he appreciate a good lay when he had one?
Maybe that was the very problem in a nutshell, Dotty thought, suddenly viewing the situation from an entirely different perspective. Maybe she hadn't been all that good a roll in the hay after all. Even if that were the truth, it was understandable and forgivable. It had been her virgin performance. Certainly, Cliff knew that. How could she be expected to screw like an expert when she didn't have any previous experience.
But if she tried to improve ... if she did her very best to satisfy the guy....
Her new attitude filled her with an enthusiasm that she hadn't felt for days. Of course, she told herself, that had to be the reason. Cliff had found her only mediocre in bed. But she would be better. She would be much better ... if he'd only give her another chance.
As she pulled her clothes off and hurried into the shower, Dotty decided that she wasn't going to take any chances. She wouldn't call him first, wouldn't give him the opportunity to reject her again.
She was simply going to get herself all prettied up ... look her very best ... arrive at his apartment and overwhelm him. And if her scheme turned out to be a success, they'd both be glad, she'd taken this initiative.
When she left the house, Dotty was wearing a red and white print mini-dress that clung to her breasts and stopped in the middle of her creamy smooth thighs. As she waited outside the building for the doorman to hail a cab, she was aware of several admiring glances from male, passers-by. That encouraged her. She knew she looked good. Now, if only Cliff would feel the same way....
During the taxi ride downtown, her imagination ran wild, creating all sorts of beautiful pictures in her mind. Pictures filled with the sight of Cliff's hard cock ramming its way into her wet pussy ... his mouth, nibbling at her nipples, her cunt lips, her clit ... his fingers, poking their way into every opening in her body.
She also pictured herself dressed all in leather, with a bra and slacks tight across her body. Jody was holding a bull whip and there on the wall was tied Cliff. She looked at him and saw that there was fear in his face and then without pausing she brought the whip down on his chest.
That reverie gave her lots of pleasure as she sat in the taxi thinking about Cliff. She had yet to beat him up and she would like to, just to see if she could enjoy it. She thought that it would probably give her just as much pleasure as being beaten.
When she stepped out onto the sidewalk again, her flesh was tingling with anticipation. Inside her brassiere, her nipples were stiff, alert. And down there between her legs, her cunt was throbbing with the need to feel a hot, hard cock buried deeply inside it.
As she arrived in front of the building, Dotty saw another woman walking in ahead of her. She hurried to catch up, so that it wouldn't be necessary for her to ring the intercom buzzer. She needed to surprise him, to catch him off guard. To get her foot in the door before Cliff had a chance to push her out of his life for good.
She paused in front of his apartment door, trying to calm the violent pounding inside her chest. Suddenly, it was as though her whole life depended on Cliff's acceptance ... as though if he didn't want her, didn't welcome her, didn't fuck her she would crumble and die.
There was a long painful silence after she rang the bell. Dotty strained to listen for sounds.
There was nothing.
She leaned heavily on the bell refusing to believe that her trip had been in vain ... refusing to believe that he wouldn't be there to greet her.
After what seemed like forever she heard the muffled sound of bare feet approaching the door, then the click of the lock turning.
One glance ... one whiff and she knew that Cliff was drunk.
"Hi baby," his smile was lopsided.
"I ... I came without calling because ... I happened to be in the neighborhood," she lied timidly.
"That's groovy," he slurred, stepping back to let her in. "Always happy to find a good looking chick at my door."
Dotty chose to be encouraged by his response. "What's the occasion for the binge," she said in a light hearted tone of voice.
"A phone call."
"A phone call," she echoed. "I don't understand."
"It didn't come," he said sadly. "The friggin' thing hasn't rung all day."
"Who was supposed to call you?"
"Not important." He pulled her up tightly against him, crushing her breasts flat to his chest. "The devil with the phone," he growled, "let's fuck."
She hadn't expected the situation to move so directly to the point ... but Dotty wasn't about to turn him down. Giddy with excitement she accepted the full length of his probing tongue into her mouth ... ignoring the bitter taste of Scotch along with it.
Cliff wasted no time with needless preliminaries. Reaching downward, he lifted the material of her mini dress up over her hips and plunged his hand into her thin pink panties.
She felt his finger probing between the cheeks of her ass. Reflexively she parted her legs giving him free access to her eager, throbbing cunt.
He found the target from behind and spread the lips of her moist pussy ... moving his caress until he had come in contact with the rapidly stiffening clitoris.
"Oh Cliff, I've missed you," Dotty moaned.
"Yeah baby," he grunted drunkenly into the silken hollow of her throat. "But don't worry, we're going to make up for lost time. I'm going to fuck you until you forget about everything else."
She had already forgotten about everything else, but of course, Dotty didn't tell him that. Instead she wound her arms around his shoulders and allowed herself to be lifted into Cliff's strong embrace.
He carried her through the dimness of the studio and lowered her onto the bed. Then, with eager fingers he stripped her naked.
Dotty fingered her moist slit heightening her excitement as she watched Cliff rip his own clothing off. She had dreamed about his body but even in her dreams ... her romantic fantasies ... he'd never looked as good as in real life.
She watched, fascinated as his stiff erect prick sprang into view. Then, as though in answer to her unspoken desires his cock moved across the room toward her waiting, eager mouth.
Dotty raised herself up on one elbow and reached for his gigantic tool. Trembling with desire she sucked its head well in past her lips.
And this she knew was only going to be the beginning of a long lovely adventure .. There were no two ways about it, Jody told herself. This crap with Cliff Stevens simply had to come to an end.
"You hear that, motherfucker," she screamed at the telephone ... as though Cliff could hear her at the other end of the line.
The awareness of what was in her hand suddenly distracted her attention. Jody lifted the brandy snifter to her lips and drained its contents.
"Sure I'm drunk,' she mumbled angrily, "but it's your own goddamned fault for being such a cruddy husband, Evan. If you'd use your prick a little more and your brains a little less ... "
She flopped down into a club chair fighting the onslaught of a splitting headache. She'd never expected that Evan's voice on the phone would have made her feel so guilty, so miserable, so cheap. She wished she didn't love him.
"A lot of good it does me," she lamented aloud pouring herself another shot of brandy.
Once again she eyed the telephone with hatred. Cliff Stevens was one hell of a lay but she didn't trust him any further than she could throw him. Every bit of her feminine intuition warned her that he was a hustler.
She had to admit however that she still found him extremely attractive. So why hadn't the bastard called her. True, she was supposed to phone him ... but after she had spoken to Evan ... and called herself every name in the book, she just couldn't face anyone.
To hell with both of them, she decided suddenly. If Evan wasn't man enough to keep her satisfied there were always divorce courts. And as for Cliff ... that conceited son of a bitch, he could take his gorgeous prick and shove it into a knot hole....
And she was just drunk enough to tell him so.
In person.
She didn't give a shit that the cab driver had looked at her funny when she stumbled into the back seat of the taxi. All Jody could think about was getting to Cliff's place and telling him what she really thought of him. No man ... no matter how handsome he was ... was going to fuck up her life ... not even Cliff Stevens.
Her anger lasted until she found herself standing in front of the. elevator in his building. Suddenly the hatred and resentment ... the anger were all gone. And instead there remained only the vivid memory of what it had been like to feel his huge arms wrapped around her and his stiff prick filling her cunt.
Underneath the material of her expensive dress Jody felt her body reacting to the images in her mind. Suddenly it was as though her bra had become too tight for her. Her nipples were stiff and eager to be loved. And down below waist a hurricane of sensation was gathering force and causing her panties to dampen.
She paused in front of his door and realized that it was ajar.
"Cliff," she called softly, "are you in there?"
No answer.
She knew this was wrong ... knew she shouldn't play with fire and yet she was unable to stop herself. Just the possibility that he might be inside ... that once again her hungry snatch might be stuffed with hard hot prick ... was enough to propel her forward and into the darkened studio.
When her eyes had adjusted to the dimness Jody was able to perceive the form of a man's body lying on the bed. And even in her drunken haze she was aware of the fact that he was naked.
It was like discovering a hidden cache of food in the midst of great famine.
Jody pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle as the devilishness of her own thinking revealed itself to her. She wouldn't wake him ... yet. Not until she too was naked. Not until her trembling lips were wrapped around his prick. Not until she was in that bed and ready to fuck.
Dizziness forced her to lean against the wall for support. Nevertheless Jody worked determinedly to remove the clothing that had suddenly become an obstacle. "Naked at last she stumbled through the darkness and found the bed.
Breathing heavily she sank to her knees and pressed her lips to the inside of Cliff's hard-muscled thigh.
His flesh was warm and exciting against her lips.
Trembling with lust she kissed her way upward until her mouth was touching the soft wrinkled sac between his legs. The strength of her desire erased the last of her inhibitions.
Jody extended her tongue and ran its tip along the length of his flaccid rod. Even in sleep Cliff was aware of her attention. She felt his cock stiffening as she licked its sensitive head then covered the rest of it with rapid moist kisses.
His prick stood up stiff and proud ... bobbing with sudden readiness. Jody gobbled its full length down into her throat heedless of the painful stretching sensation at the base of her tongue. She reached up then to cup his balls in her trembling hand.
Cliff turned onto his side facing the edge of the bed. "Cunt," he muttered, half asleep. "Bring it over here." He made lewd kissing sounds with his mouth.
Jody realized immediately what he was after. Grunting with excitement she hoisted her body up onto the bed and wrapped her thighs around his head.
His tongue w-edged itself between the lips of her pussy and dove inward.
The hot, lapping sensation against her clit made her groan with ecstasy. "Oh Cliff," she cried, "do it ... eat me ... make me come."
She dove back toward his prick and began to suck voraciously on the hard muscle.
Their hips raced as the tempo of their lovemaking increased. Wet sucking sounds filled the room and the bed springs squeaked an accompaniment to their lust.
Suddenly another shadow rose in the dimness from the bed.
The light on the night table leaped to bright, stunning life.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Dotty Sarles screamed at the top of her lungs as she clutched the bed sheet over her naked breasts.
Jody felt as though the ceiling had just come crashing down on her skull. Horrified she jumped away from Cliff's naked body and fell sobbing onto the floor.
Cliff blinked stupidly and his gaze move in utter disbelief from Jody to Dotty and back to Jody again. "I don't get it," he muttered. "I just don't understand."
"You don't have to understand a goddamn thing except that I'm leaving," Jody snarled as she hurried into her clothes.
"Fuck you and all your other women," Dotty screamed as she pulled her mini dress over her head. "I never want to see you again, Cliff Stevens ... never again. You're the lowest ... the scum of the earth. I despise you!"
They left him standing there naked and confused and alone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jody snapped the last valise closed and stood it beside the others she had already packed. The little gold clock on Evan's side of the bed told her it was five-thirty. He should be home momentarily, just in time to hear her say goodbye.
She closed the empty draws of her dresser and turned to view the room where she had slept for that last time. Inside her a knot of fear grabbed in the pit of her-stomach. Her head pounded, her knees started to shake. She wondered vaguely if she would get through this day with her sanity intact.
The sound of his key in the front door sent a cold shiver running the length of her spine. Jody swallowed her panic and turned towards the entrance to the bedroom.
"Hello, sweet," Evan stopped speaking in mid-sentence as his gaze fell upon the suitcases beside the bed. "What the devil-"
"I'm leaving you, Evan," Jody's voice was hoarse, croaking, unsteady.
"You're what?"
"I just waited for you to get home so I could tell you face to face."
His expression was twisted into a mixture of confusion and pain. "But why? What have I done?"
"It's what you haven't done," she began.
And then suddenly the words were spilling past her lips, the truth, the painful accusations that she'd screamed at him a thousand times but only in her mind.
When Jody was finished, they both stood spent, pale and drained.
It was Evan who recovered first. "You're not going anywhere," he snarled. "You're my wife."
"You don't know how to treat a wife," Jody whispered. "You don't deserve one."
"We'll see about that." Evan pulled off his jacket and hurried across the room in Jody's direction.
She felt herself being gathered up into a pair of strong, demanding arms. His mouth was hot and hard against her own, forcing her head backward, startling her with its intensity.
She felt him moving her backward, half-dragging, half-carrying her toward the bed.
And then, suddenly, he was on top of her, crushing her body beneath his own, forcing his hands up underneath her skirt, gripping the panties from her hips, spreading her thighs wide.
The sensation of his hard, hot prick battering in between the throbbing lips of her twat made the breath catch in her throat. Reflexively, she wound her legs around her husband's mid-section, tilting her crotch up toward him, accepting the full length of his driving, pounding manhood.
She ignored the sensation of his zipper scratching against the hairs on her cunt. All she could do was revel in the delight that at last her husband had become a man again, enough of a man to keep her happy.
"Welcome home, darling," she murmured against his ear, just before she came for the first of many times.
Dotty Sarles glared murderously at the telephone on her night table. "Ring, you fucking bastard," she snarled. "Ring all you like. I'm not going to answer you."
At last the jangling stopped, but her nerves were still on edge. She stormed into-he living room unable to control the trembling of her limbs.
He could call from now till doomsday, she vowed inwardly. Cliff could apologize until he turned blue in the face, but she wouldn't listen, wouldn't relent, wouldn't have anything to do with him. She was finished with him and all his kind. Done. Through! To hell with those tears blurring her vision at this very moment. She just didn't need the aggravation that went along with caring about a man.
She plopped down onto the sofa and chewed her lower lip. How could that bastard do such a thing to her, she asked herself for what must have been the hundreth time since yesterday. How could Cliff have brought that Evanston woman into bed with them? How could he subject her to such inhuman treatment?
And after she had given him such a good fucking. After she had sucked his cock and jerked him off and even let him come up her tight little ass?
The front doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. Dotty tried to ignore it. She didn't care who was there. Today, she didn't want to speak to anyone.
The bell rang again. A bit more insistently this time.
She dragged herself onto her feet and walked out into the foyer. Swallowing the remainder of her tears, she turned the lock and peeked into the hall.
"Thank heaven." Eric's face was -lined with concern. "I was worried sick about yea. I've been calling all day. Can I come in?"
She stepped back out of the doorway without a word and let him into the apartment. "Hi, Eric," she managed to croak. "How are you?"
"It looks as though I should be the one to ask that question. What's the matter? What have you been crying about?"
She turned away from him and shrugged. "Nothing."
He reached out and touched her gently on the shoulder. "Come on, now, you can tell me. We're supposed to be going together, remember?"
"Yeah, sure. We make a great couple."
"I think so. What's wrong, don't you agree?"
She spun around to face him again, suddenly filled with a fire that surprised even herself. "No, I don't agree," Dotty snarled. "If you want to know what I think, what I really think, I'll tell you. I think you're a damned fairy."
"What?" Eric's face colored with rage and embarrassment. "Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Dotty gaped at him. She couldn't believe her ears. She'd never heard Eric talk like that before.
An uncomfortable silence grew between them in the room.
"I asked you a question, Dotty," Eric pressed in a forceful tone. "What was that crack all about?"
Now, it was Dotty's turn to be embarrassed. "Never mind. I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, I do. Now you'd better open your mouth and explain yourself or I'm getting the hell out of here and you can go to hell."
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Eric, what's come over you, all of a sudden? You never used to behave like this in front of me."
"I never used to do a lot of things," he answered. "But not any more. I'm sick of wondering where the hell you are and whether or not you're going to see me. I'm sick of calling you and getting no answer. I'm sick of not knowing where I stand. Now, are you my girl or aren't you?"
Suddenly, Dotty saw the answer right in front of her. It was all so simple. So perfect.
"That depends," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.
"On what?"
She faced him directly and let the words come right out of her mouth. "On how good you are in bed."
Eric gulped. His Adam's apple bobbed visibly. "This is no time to make jokes."
"I'm not joking," Dotty said softly, as she reached for the top button on her blouse. "I'm giving you a choice. It's very simple. Either you're going to screw me and make me come, right here and now, or you and I are through, Eric. I'll go out and find me another guy to do the job."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Do I?" She dropped her blouse onto the rug and reached behind herself to unhook her bra.
His face turned beet red, but he didn't say a word. Dotty let him gape at the sight of her naked breasts for a moment, then, she started to take off the rest.
"Maybe you're not hopeless after all," she said, noticing the hard-on that had suddenly made itself prominent in his crotch.
"What about-what about your parents?" Eric croaked.
"They won't be home for hours and hours," Dotty assured him, as she skimmed down to only her panties. "Well, Eric, you coming into the bedroom with me or what?"
She turned and left him standing there.
But not for long. In a moment, Eric was following right behind her, breathing heavily.
When they were in the bedroom, Dotty faced him squarely, again. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. "I want to see you naked."
Eric blushed profusely. "Come on, Dotty."
"Take 'em off or get out."
She lay down on her bed and spread her legs wide, enjoying the feel of her own finger in and out of her hole as she watched Eric undress.
To her delight, his body excited her every bit as much as Cliff's had. Eric was hard and muscular and in perfect physical condition.
When he'd tugged off his shorts, Dotty's eyes gleamed at the sight of a huge cock, sticking straight out from his belly. "That looks good," she whispered. "Why don't you come over here and give me some?"
Eric walked over to the bed, eyes wide and shining with lust.
Dotty let him look at her, all over. Let him eye her breasts, her belly, her cunt hair. . Then, slowly, she brought her knees up over her chest and spread them wide, revealing the sight of her pink, wet, pussy lips.
Eric threw himself on top of her and pressed the head of his cock against her moist slit.
"It'll probably hurt," he grunted, wedging his way a little deeper. "The first time is always rough for a girl."
Inside herself, Dotty smiled with joy and relief. "I'll try to manage," she whispered. "Just be careful, and remember, I'm a virgin."
Today, he knew, was not going to be his day.
Cliff gobbed another pair of aspirins and held the icebag to his forehead. This hangover was driving him right out of his skull. And, on top of everything else, he was due at Lily's in half an hour.
That miserable cunt! She had one fucking hell of a nerve, demanding that he return her car and the key to the country place this very afternoon. What did he give a shit if her husband was going to be getting home that night? She should have worried about her old man before she started fucking around with Cliff.
The strength of his thoughts seemed to add more pain to his headache. Slowly, tiredly, he climbed into his clothes and prepared to leave the house.
The fresh air didn't do very much for his head or his mood. Cliff steered in the direction of Lily's place, planning just how he was going to tell her off, royally this time. Let her know just what a dried-up old twat she really was.
Yeah, he'd tell her all right, and if he had enough time, he might just find that riding crop. He might just be able to give her a couple of whacks with the thing. He pictured himself sitting on top of her, as if he was riding a horse, while he beat her with his crop. Yes, he just might do that. Who the fuck did she think she was anyway?
To hell with her. He didn't need her or her money or her social contacts. She could go fuck herself. He could manage quite well on his own.
Or could he?
A nagging fear, buried deep inside his mind, started to make itself known to him. Cliff accelerated and tried to think of other things, pleasanter things, like how he was going to ball every good-looking chick in the city of New York before he was done.
by the time he reached Lily's apartment house, he wasn't feeling quite so confident. What would he do when his cash ran out? What would he do-when he needed new clothes, or new paints, or anything that cost money?
Her expression, when she met him at the apartment door, was one that Cliff had never seen on Lily's face before. Cool. Aloof. Distant.
"Hi," he said, in a cheerful tone which he did not feel.
She didn't answer.
"The keys, please." Lily held out her flesh hand, palm upward.
"Sure, baby, sure." Cliff kept his smile despite her attitude and fished through his pockets for the keys.
"The house key, too," Lily demanded.
Cliff complied.
"Very well," she said. "Goodbye."
He gaped at her, unable to believe his ears. "What do you mean, goodbye?"
"What's the matter?" For the first time, Lily cracked a smile. "Don't you understand English any more?"
"Sure I do. It's you I don't understand."
Lily walked through the huge living room of her apartment, with Cliff following close behind her.
"You can picked your paintings up whenever you want to," she said, indicating a stack of canvasses against one of the walls.
"Just make sure you give me sufficient notice before you come for them."
"You trying' to tell me something, Lil?" Now, Cliff sounded worried.
"Smart boy," she said, lighting a cigarette without offering him one.
"Would you like to spell it out, just so I don't miss anything?"
"Gladly." She puffed deeply and lowered herself into a plush chair. "I'm finished with you. I want nothing further to do with you. I hope you die."
"And just why, may I ask?" Cliff's voice was trembling. For the first time in a long time he felt truly frightened, as though he were losing control.
"You may ask, and I will answer. I am finished with you because, not only did you take advantage of me, but you took advantage of my best friend and a very young girl whom you met in this house."
Cliff opened his mouth to protest, but Lily cut him short with a wave of her hand.
"Don't try to soft talk me either, young man," she said, icily. "I know all about your little escapades. Jody-Mrs. Evanston-has told me everything. And I mean everything!"
Cliff saw the last of his future slipping away, running through his fingers.
"Come on, baby," he pleaded. "Don't be that way. You know that we have good times together. You know that there's nobody who can fuck like me."
"Forget it."
"Forget nothing!" Cliff exploded. "How would you like a little hot blackmail in your fancy circle? How would you like me to just open my mouth and tell...."
He hadn't noticed Lily's slight motion with her hand. Hadn't noticed the presence of the other man in the room until that man's hand spun Cliff by the shoulder, and a very hard fist punched him dead-center in the middle of his mouth.
"Now, now, hon, there's no need for violence," Lily chirped to the giant of a man who was holding Cliff up by his collar. "If you'll simply deposit this piece of garbage outside the apartment door, we can continue with what we were doing." She laughed deep in her throat, a smooth, velvety sound. "I wouldn't want you to get messed up before we had the chance to finish what we were doing."
"Anything you say, sweetheart," the young man said. Then, dragging Cliff with him, he moved toward the front door and tossed Cliff out into the hall.
Cliff wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to the elevator. Inside himself, he felt a fury that was threatening to destroy him.
He wanted to kill her. Wanted to beat the shit out of that new whore she'd found. Wanted to wreck the entire apartment.
But he knew, there was no point giving vent to his feelings. Besides, he didn't have time to spend.
The employment agencies were only open until five.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cliff was pissed. He had gone to the unemployment offices, he had started looking for a job, but then he had started thinking, really thinking. He was in a bad position, he had lost face, and that was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him. Damn, but he wanted revenge. He wanted to humiliate that fucking Lily and her new stud, what the fuck was his name, Thom, yeah.
He stomped out of the offices and hit the pavement. He clenched his fists in anger. Now, how was he going to get back at her? What was he going to do, that would make her really feel sorry? He walked along the streets planning and glancing at shop windows as he walked along. He was looking for something, but he didn't know exactly what it was that he was looking for. As he passed the hardware store he saw some rope.
He walked into the store and approached the nearest clerk. "May I help you, sir?"
"Yeah, give me about thirty feet of rope, that should do it."
"Is there anything else that I could show you?"
"How about some gloves, some heavy leather gloves." The clerk found the items for Cliff, and within a few minutes, Cliff walked out of the store with a big smile on his face. He was going to show her now, by damn.
As he was walking to her place, he passed a camera store, and he knew that would complete the supplies that he would need. He was going to show them all, Lily, and possibly even Dotty and Jody. He was in a foul mood, and he felt like tearing the world apart.
He walked into the camera store and bought a cheap camera, a Polaroid. Yes, things were going just fine. He smiled mischievously and headed toward Lily's apartment. He rang the bell, and she buzzed him in, without asking who he was.
He reached her apartment a few minutes later and started knocking on her door. There was no answer and then the door cracked open a few inches and Thom stuck his head out. Cliff brought his fist down on the man's head. He pounded Thorn's face with his fist and the man slumped to the floor, then Cliff kicked the door in and dragged the man's body into the living room.
He was smiling menacingly now. He closed the door and walked around the living room. He searched the rest of the apartment and found Lily in the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet.
"How's it coming?" he asked her, and the woman blushed as he looked her over.
"What the hell? How did you get in here?"
"Your new stud isn't, a very good watchdog. I'm afraid that he will be out for a few minutes. Would you please finish up so that I can spend a few minutes with you, or maybe a few hours?"
Lily looked at him, and fear crept up her back. She had rarely seen him like this. He seemed all worked up about something. She wanted to tell him to get out of her apartment, and then she-thought better about it. There was no sense in getting him even angrier. That would be very foolish.
"What have you done. to. Thom?"
"Nothing, really. He's just having a nice dream." Cliff reached down and jerked her off the stool.. Lily was deeply humiliated and she blushed as he looked at her. He grabbed her by the arm and lugged her into the room where Thom was.
"Shit, he looks like he's dead," Lily gasped.
Cliff chuckled and then slapped her on the ass. "No, I'm afraid that he is quite alive. Now, will you please take off your clothes. I want you love birds to be in the proper state of undress." He slapped her across the face and shouted, "Now, dammnit, now, don't just stand there, take off those clothes!"
Lily tried to whimper an excuse, but she received another slap across the face. Her cheeks were stinging with pain, as Cliff raised his hand again. She quickly pulled off her clothes and stood staring at Cliff. Cliff motioned her to he down beside Thom. Then he quickly ripped the man's clothes off. He told Lily to stroke Thorn's pecker. Thom stirred as his cock was being stroked. The flesh was pulled back on his prick and revealed his glans.
Lily worked her hands up and down on the cock and Cliff started taking pictures of the hand job. Then he commanded her to take Thorn's prick into her mouth and suck on it. She did so reluctantly, working the thing up and down in her mouth. As she was sucking on the cock, working the tender flesh in her mouth, Cliff took some more pictures. He planned to blackmail her with the photos that he was going to take.
He thought about the woman and the pleasure that she had given him. He looked at her now and saw how pitiful she and her new whore were. They were all pitiful creatures, he reflected.
He had no respect for anyone. All humans were just animals that could talk. Other than that there was no distinction, there was no difference. They ate the same slop, they all fucked a-like. No, there was no difference between a pig and a human being, between a man and an ape. He scoffed at the so-called magnificence of the human creature.
He was going to take all his hostilities, all of his pent-up emotions out on these two wretched beings that were on the floor. They seemed to be like slaves and he was the master. He would show them that they could endure certain things. He was going to make them love to be whipped and beaten.
Thom was beginning to come around and as he did, Cliff kicked him in the jaw. The man groaned and then sank back to his position on the floor.
"Eat his cock, Lily, eat that vile prick. Eat it, or I'll break your fucking skull. And believe me, Lily, I'll do it. I don't give a shit about you any more, I just want to see how low you will go, how much mire and muck you can get on your fucking chin." He scoffed at her and shook his head in disgust, she was snivelling and sucking on the man's prick. It looked as if she was nearly enjoying it.
Cliff noticed that Lily was working the cock up and down in her mouth, with a certain kind of pleased lust. She seemed to be really having a good time. That was what was so very disgusting about her. She was really pitiful, really sickening, there was something about her that nauseated him, that would always nauseate him.
Cliff yelled at her to take her mouth off of Thorn's prick. He had better things for her to do. Cliff told her to sit on the floor, while he tied Thom up. He bound the rope tightly around his hands and legs. Then he brought the rope down to the man's balls and cock, then he pulled the rope tightly up between the man's legs and brought it around his neck and down to his ass and then he tied it off.
The rope cut into the man's balls and asshole. Cliff wanted to cause the man as much pain as possible. He wanted his victims to scream out in pain. He wanted them to beg for mercy. And then he would beat them some more. He would riddle their bodies with pain and agony.
Yes, this was going to be fun. "Suck me off, you slut," he snapped at Lily. She unzipped his pants and his turgid prick fell out. She kissed him on the head of it and worked her mouth over it. She was working it up and down in her mouth. Shit, it made him feel good. He loved the way that her lips pressed against his stiff member. She was pulling on his cock as quickly as possible. She worked it up and down in her mouth, pressing her lips around it tighter and tighter.
Chills were going up and down his spine. Yes, he liked what she was doing to his prick. He wanted to shoot his load into her mouth, and make her swallow all of it. Then he would defile her like she had never been defiled. He would beat her and make her do things that she had never dreamed anyone would make her do, but first he would have his pleasure with her.
"Suck me, suck me as hard as you can. Then when I come I want you to swallow it all down, let it dribble down your throat. You are a piece of shit, you are the most disgusting turd that I've ever seen. Suck it, baby, suck on it hard."
He wrapped his hands round her head and stuffed his cock into her mouth. The prick crammed into her mouth, and worked down her throat. She gagged on the thing in her mouth, and Lily thought that she was going to throw up. She controlled her emotions and accepted her fate for the time being. She wanted revenge and she knew that she would get it. She would make him pay for this. It was only a matter of time.
Lily tried to divorce herself from the present experience. She wanted to forget about what was happening. She lied to herself, she told herself that she wasn't really sucking on his cock, and that seemed to make things easier.
Cliff pushed his hands hard against her head and shoved his cock into her mouth some more. She felt stuffed with cock, as if she were eating sausage. She didn't want to be where she was. She wanted to be somewhere else, with someone else.
Cliff felt the ache in the pit of his belly and he knew that he would come soon. The sweet pressure was building in his cock and balls. He could feel himself getting hotter and hotter. She was giving him an excellent blow job and Cliff wondered if Lily was enjoying it. If she was getting pleasure out of what she was doing for him, then that would nearly kill all of the pleasure for him. He wanted her to suffer, and it riled him that she might be enjoying what she was doing.
The pressure was more intense now, and he could feel himself start to shake. He knew that he would be shooting his hot white gism into her soon. He wanted her to swallow the vile liquid, and he wanted her to hate what was happening to her.
He pulled her close to him and shoved his thing all the way into her mouth. She muttered something and the words were muffled by his cock.
Cliff slammed his thing into her mouth several times, and her tender lips kept pulling on the organ. Lily wrapped her lips around it and pulled with all her might. Cliff started to feel spasms gathering in his stomach. Then the sensations spread down to his nuts, and he could feel the feeling knotting in his balls.
There was a tensing in his body, and then he went rigid. His knees buckled slightly and then he started to come. His cock shook and spilled forth his white bubbly gism into her mouth.
Lily gulped and then she swallowed the come. Cliff pulled his cock out of her mouth, and a trickle of gism dribbled down her chin. He whipped his hand across her mouth, and then he tied her up with rope. He laid her beside Thom.
Cliff was not finished yet, and he wanted to find some way of humiliating them some more. Thom wasn't awake yet, but Cliff thought that he knew of a way to get him awake. Cliff aimed his penis at Thom, and then he let out a thin stream of yellow urine on Thom. The urine splashed down his chest and into pools on his stomach. The piss burnt into the man's flesh.
Slowly Thom came around. He opened his eyes and squinted at Cliff. Cliff laughed at the man's discomfort, and continued pissing. Then Cliff turned and pissed on Lily for a while. He saturated their bodies with urine, and then he stopped pissing.
Cliff looked at the two helpless bodies on the floor. He laughed at them and then he spat at Thom. "Hey, stud, how would you like to get some action from your fancy mistress?"
"I don't know, mister."
"Well, listen, you dumb shit! You are going to do as I tell you to. For the time being, the two of you are my slaves, and if I catch you fucking off or something bad like that, I'll find some way to make you regret that you ever tried to outdo me. You got that, Mr. Prick?"
"Yeah, I think so," Thom said. Cliff looked down at the man, and told him to turn over, but the man didn't do it, and so Cliff yelled at him a second time. Finally, Cliff could take it no longer and he kicked the man in the ribs. The man groaned and then he turned over. Cliff thought that he would really let the bastard have it now.
Cliff made Lily watch everything that he was going to do to her whore, with the reminder that he could do the same thing to her.
Thom was over on his back and Cliff picked up a free piece of rope. He knotted the rope several times. The length of the rope in his hands was about seven feet. He tied big knots in it and then he lashed the rope out to the air. He beat the air with the rope several times and then he turned his attention to the stud's body.
Cliff brought his rope down and he started to beat the shit out of the man. He lashed him up and down with the rope, raising welts on the man's body. Thom gritted his teeth as he was whipped with the rope. He found the sensations to be very painful.
Thorn's eyes were held tightly shit, and he was watching blue lights flash behind his eyelids every time that the rope came down on his back. Thom shuddered, but he didn't give up. He began to think that the Cliff guy was pretty weird and that he might even be sick.
He seemed to really enjoy beating on people.
Cliff worked himself up into a frenzy. The rope was coming down harder and harder on Thorn's back. Then he brought the rope whip down to the man's legs. Thom had long, well-muscled legs. His legs looked as if he played tennis often. He had that rugged sort of build to his body, and he was well tanned.
Cliff could see why Lily had picked Thom for a new whore. He was perfectly the type for her. He had that kind of body that she liked most. Cliff didn't think that Thom was too bright, but then Lily didn't care about that. About the only thing that Lily cared about, outside of going to parties, was sex. Lily was getting older, and in fact she was in her middle age, but that didn't even begin to slow her down. She wanted to have all the sex she wanted all the time. She thought about having an orgy so that she could meet lots of new people, and maybe even invite some people over for dinner and orgy afterwards.
Lily thrilled at the way that Thom had touched her and Cliff started to beat his legs with the rope. He worked his rope into the soft flesh that was on the man's thighs. Cliff saw that he was causing Thom agony, and that only made him happy. He started to beat Thom with more and more intensity. He was making deep rope bums on the man's flesh. The pain was burning deep into the man's mind. He screamed with terror and pain as he was beaten.
Lily watched the scene unfold in front of her. She tried to sit still but after a few minutes she realized that she couldn't. She didn't want Cliff to hurt Thom, and she knew that he was just mad enough so that he might really hurt him, give him a permanent injury or something like that, and that was the last thing that Lily wanted.
"Cliff, will you please stop," begged Lily. "Cliff, please. What do you want, money? I'll give you money. Take anything here you want, and get out. Do you want to fuck me, then fuck me, but please finish and get out of here."
But Cliff knew that he couldn't do that. He couldn't just walk out as if he didn't care about them. He cared about them very much and he hoped that they would understand why he was beating the shit out of them. He cared about them so much that he wanted to give them the best pain that they had ever had. Cliff stopped beating on Thom. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and then walked into the bathroom. He finished taking off the rest of his clothes and then he put on his leather gloves. Now, he was really going to show them!
Cliff was feeling very powerful and vengeful. He wanted the two new slaves to do whatever he wanted and if they didn't he would see to it that they were properly punished. Cliff had a dream. He would eventually run a male whore house. Anybody could walk in and ask for a particular model. Then after they chose someone, then they could take the man to a room, and there would be special rooms for different kinds of entertainment.
Cliff rubbed his hand over his cock and then he walked back into the room where Lily and Thom were tied down. Cliff told Lily to sit on his lap and then he started to spank her with his gloved hand. He moved his hand down on her ass as hard as he could. She shook and cried as he spanked her.
Cliff brought his hand down on her raw fanny. He was spanking her and making her feel terrible. But there was something funny happening to her cunt. Lily was getting hot. She and Cliff had been rough with each other before, but never had he carried himself like he did now.
Lily was fascinated by him. She wanted to kick Thom out and re-accept Cliff. There was only one thing about Cliff though and that was that he would want to play around. Lily began to think that there was nothing really wrong with that, as long as he kept her happy what difference did it make? He would fuck her, and things would be just like they used to be, but Cliff didn't think that would be true at all. He knew that she would never take him back.
"Cliff, Cliff, stop hurting us. Why are you treating us this way?"
"Because you deserve it," he said. He brought his hand down on her rump again. Lily whimpered as her ass stung from the pain that he was inflicting on her. He was beating her ass as fast as he could. His hand slammed down on her trembling flesh.
She groaned with pain as Cliff spanked her. She was slung over his lap, and he was sitting on a chair. Her ass offered itself up to his hand. His gloved hand came down on her ass and he gave her as much pain as possible.
Lily was writhing as he spanked her. Her ass started to hurt some more. She could feel Cliff's cock begin to grow. His prick was getting stiff, and as she wriggled from the swatting that he was giving her she pushed herself against his cock.
He rubbed his cock into her belly and enjoyed the feeling of it. He wanted to fuck her in a few minutes. He thought about ramming his cock into her cunt and then coming again. He liked to fuck.
Cliff was beating her with his hand and his mind turned to other things. He had to take more pictures of her for one thing, and then he had to really make Thom regret that he had ever hit him. Then he would move on to other people. He wanted to fuck Dotty and Jody again.
He wanted their bodies and mouths begging for him. He would have some fun with them later. Right now he was going to finish up with Lily and her boyfriend. He wanted to give them some more pain. Actually he hadn't done much yet.
He stopped spanking Lily and he turned his attention to Thom. He wanted that bastard to know just how much he hated him. The first thing that he did was to drag Thom around the apartment. The ropes tore into his body as he was pulled by them. The ropes ripped his asscheeks and balls. Thom screamed with pain as he was being dragged from one room into another. He thought that he was going to be ripped to death by the agony of the ropes.
Then after Cliff had tired he returned to the living room hauling Thorn's body. Thom groaned and whimpered a few times and then he went slack. His body lost its tenseness. Cliff checked Thom over and saw that he was all right, but that he would probably have several bad scars on his body, at least for a while.
Good, was all that Cliff could say. He was glad that he had caused the bastard some pain. He intended to hurt him some more anyway. There was lots of time to experiment with new ideas. He wanted to try a couple of things out on Lily and Thom.
"Lily, I want you to comfort Thom. After all he has had a rough time." And he pulled her over to the other body.
He told her to suck Thom off. She gladly put her mouth to his cock. She worked her lips over the sensitive flesh. She started to suck and pull on him. He loved what she was doing to him and Thom began to hump and groan as he was sucked off.
He had felt a lot of pain, but now he didn't care because there was Lily to comfort him and suck him off. That was good, and he didn't care about anything else. Thom closed his eyes as he was blown by Lily.
Cliff lit a cigarette and watched the two people as they were sprawled on the floor. They writhed and bucked in pleasure as they were getting each other aroused. They touched each other with their mouths, since their hands were trussed up and it was difficult for them to use them.
Cliff pulled the smoke into his mouth and then slowly let it out again. He watched as Lily positioned herself so that her cunt was near Thorn's mouth. Her mouth was still near his cock and now they were positioned so that they could suck each other off. They would be able to give each other a great deal of pleasure.
Cliff was wondering if he should let them go through with it. It would mean that they would enjoy each other, and that seemed a bit contradictory with Cliff's schemes. He wanted them to feel nothing but pain the entire time that he was there, but then he realized that they might be more vulnerable if he allowed them to have some pleasure first. So he sat back and watched, after all, this might be kind of fun. He pulled on his cigarette and watched Thom and Lily.
Thom worked his mouth over to Lily's red moist gash. Cliff saw that Lily's cunt was moist and hot, which meant that she was aroused. Could that mean that Lily liked the pain, and that it somehow increased her pleasure? Was that what it meant, or was it that she just liked to see it and not feel it?
Cliff wondered which it was. He wondered what she liked, for it was obvious that she liked one or the other, or maybe even both. Well, he would just have to give her some more pain and watch her reaction to it.
Cliff turned his attention to the couple on the floor and watched as they gamahuached each other. They worked their faces and mouths over each other's genitals. Lily had her mouth down on his cock. She pulled on the cock with all her might, working her lips up and down on it. She liked to give him head, and thought that he was really a good man to blow.
Lily liked Thom and she was glad that she had bought him for a while. He would be a pleasant difference from Cliff. Cliff struck her as being very selfish, very demanding, and as fast as she knew Thom was never like that. Lily hoped that he wouldn't be for that meant that she would have to bother with looking for a new boy.
Lily knew that of course she would get tired of the boy after a while, but for the time being it was a pleasant arrangement and one which suited all the parties involved.
Lily worked her lips over Thorn's cock, pulling on it as hard as possible. She kissed him on the tip of his cockhead and then she worked her lips down the stem. She pressed her lips firmly around the cock and she began to slide them up and down. She worked her lips over the cock as quickly as possible, giving it a good time. She wanted the cock to explode in her mouth. She wanted to feel his gism there.
She ran her tongue down along the underside of his penis and licked it until he was trembling with excitement. He thought that she was doing a very good thing for him. They had eaten each other out before, but this was nicer than usual, there was something very erotic and very comforting about being beaten and then blown off.
Thom began to wonder if he wasn't getting a little sadistic or warped in some way. He knew for one thing that he didn't want to end up like Cliff. He thought that Cliff was very mean and very sick.
Cliff got up from watching the couple and went into Lily's bedroom. He wondered if she had the whip that she usually kept there. He looked around in her closet and found her riding crop and a pair of I her good boots. He was excited by the find and he pulled on the boots. Now Cliff was wearing the boots and the gloves. He had nothing else on. He wanted to see what she had bought for Thom, so he rummaged through that room, too. He found that there was a nice selection of leather vests and silk shirts.
He put on a shirt and then a vest. Now he was reeling with pleasure. He felt like something out of a Victorian novel. He wanted to beat on the bodies of Lily and Thom as they fucked on the floor. He marched back into the living room and found that they were still involved in their lovemaking.
Cliff rushed to Lily and he brought the riding crop down on her ass, and she jerked and pushed her cunt hard against Thorn's face, but Thom didn't mind at all. Lily found that the pain increased the sexual pleasure from Thorn's mouth. She liked the way that the pain increased her awareness of certain things. She found the pain of the riding crop to add to her pleasure. She liked to have the pleasure intensify.
Now Cliff turned the crop to Thom. He brought the crop hard down upon his ass. The man stiffened and then he writhed as his ass was beaten. He pushed his cock further into Lily's mouth and because of it he felt some pleasure. He realized that the contrasting pain and pleasure made them both stand out more.
He was now more aware of pleasure than he had been before, while at the same time he was very aware of the stinging in his ass, and it seemed to punctuate the pleasure of the blowjob.
Lily was working her mouth up and down on his shaft, giving him as much pleasure as possible. Lily was having a pretty good time. She was spending her time in one of her more favorite positions, that of cock-sucking. She liked to have a nice hot prick in her mouth. Lily liked to bathe them with her tongue.
She wrapped her lips around Thorn's cock and worked it in and out of her mouth. She was pulling on it slowly, but surely. He was pushing his cock into her a little bit at a time. There were times when Thom would shove the whole thing into her, but most of the time he would give her just a little bit and she would pull on it with her lips.
Now, she was sucking his cock into her mouth, taking more and more of it. The tip of his peter hit the back of her mouth, and she spread her jaws wider so that she could take some of it down her throat. She was afraid that she would swallow the whole thing.
She didn't want to gag and choke on his cock, and so she diligently worked it into her mouth. She was giving it a loving job. She lavished her care on his peter. She pulled it into her mouth and worked on him some more. She thought that he was really something and she was willing to blow him all night if he wanted it that way.
Cliff stood over them both and brought his riding crop down on their bodies. First he would bring his crop down on Lily's body and then he would bring it down on Thorn's body. He was beating them as hard as he could. He noticed that the harder he beat them, the more their frenzy built. He knew that his beating was arousing them and making them want more and more of his attentions.
Damn it, Cliff thought, they're having fun, and they like the pain. Shit, and I thought that they were really hating it. He stood up and hit them again. Now he pummeled their bodies with lashes. He wanted them bruised and bleeding so that at least he could feel as if he had caused them some discomfort.
He slashed at Lily's hips, but Lily did nothing but groan and hump Thorn's face. Thom was working his mouth and tongue all over her twat. He liked her twat and he wanted to give her some pleasure. He pulled on her a few times and then he started to really suck on her cunt. He slammed his tongue into her love hole. She murmured as he worked his tongue into her some more.
He spread her lips with his tongue and lips and then he shot his tongue deep into her. She was murmuring and whimpering with pleasure as she was gamahuached. She was bucking and humping him with all of her might. She thought that he was really something. He slipped his tongue into her cunt and then worked it over her clit.
He was pulling on her clit with his tongue. He liked to work his mouth up and down on it. He thought that it was really something. He was very aroused by what she was doing and he hoped that she would explode into a million different pleasure fibers.
He whipped his tongue into her cunt, and with each lick he caused her to writhe and moan in ecstasy. Her clit was throbbing passionately as he licked it. She was thrilled with the intense feelings and she knew that she was going to come soon. She could feel herself getting tenser and tenser and it wouldn't be too long before she came.
She thrust her cunny up and then she started to growl. At the same time she was pulling fast on the cock. The two of them were rolling and thrashing about. They were restricted by the ropes, but still about to have enough movement so that they could fuck well. They loved what they were doing for each other.
Their mouths were clamped over each other's sex organs, and now they were pushing themselves towards the edge of pleasure.
Cliff approached them and started to beat them with the crop. He brought the crop down on Thorn's shoulders, and he shuddered and slipped his tongue into Lily's twat again. He wanted to scream with pain, but he managed to control himself enough so that he could give her pleasure without limiting his own agony.
Then Cliff brought the crop down on her rump and she ground her cunt into Thorn's face. They clung on to each other desperately, as if their very existence depended on their closeness. Lily rubbed her moist cunt lips up and down on Thorn's glistening lips. His tongue shot into her cunt some more and then he started to nibble her clit.
Lily pulled on his prick a few more times and then she started to come. They were both beginning to climax now. A jet of sperm hit the roof of Lily's mouth. The gism splashed against her teeth, and she gradually drank in the heady juice. She swilled it down and rubbed her lips over the head of his cock some more. In the meantime, Thom was rubbing his lips into her twat, and sucking the heady juice of her come.
Lily writhed and thrust her cunny out as he lapped her up. She spasmed several times and felt the intense delight exploding between her legs. She was soaring into the abyss of pleasure and then she could feel a swirling vortex, a whirlpool of delight seemed to engulf her body. Lily thrashed about once more.
She was feeling herself transcend the threshold of pain and pleasure and ascend onto a higher plane. They rubbed their bodies together, and then the last spasm, the last fit of joy faded from her body.
She went limp and then she sighed a breath of relief. She liked what had happened to her, with one exception, she couldn't stand the idea of being tortured. She didn't like being treated like a slave. She was her own woman and she wanted to be treated as such, anything else was beneath her.
She was feeling herself exhausted from the sex and exhausted from the beating that Cliff had given her. She wondered if he was through yet.
Cliff stood above the two people and looked down at them. "Did you enjoy that?" There was no reply. Cliff was irritated, because he had suspected that they had enjoyed what he had forced, them to do. He didn't want them to have a good time. Cliff wanted them to suffer.
He lifted up the crop and brought it down between the crack of Lily's ass. She groaned with pain. "Answer me, did you enjoy that?"
"Yes," she replied feebly, "yes, I did."
"And did you like that, Thom?"
"Yeah."
"That's too bad. You have been very bad and you must be punished some more. I'll have to find something that will make you realize that you aren't supposed to have a good time. What do you think this is, a play period? Now, I want Thom to lick Lily's asshole. It should be nice and tasty, Thom, because when I came in here, she was taking a shit, and she didn't have time to wipe. Eat it!"
Cliff dragged Lily's body over to Thom and offered her ass to his mouth. Thom shuddered with the thought of running his tongue over her asshole, but he did so anyway. His tongue worked into her crack and globs of dung stuck to it. Thom wanted to puke, but he restrained himself and closed his eyes.
His tongue moved up into her hole several times, pulling the dung into his mouth. He worked his tongue up her crack and felt the shit coating it, and he wanted to stop, but he didn't dare.
Lily was shaking with humiliation and nausea. She wondered what Thom was going through. She thought that it was pretty terrible and she wanted to get revenge. Her body tightened as he worked his lingual muscle into her some more.
"That's a good boy, Thom, get all of her shit out of her hole and eat it. Eat all that good stuff. Wipe her clean, Thom. How does it taste, good, huh, I hope?" Cliff laughed as he thought about the way that he was torturing the two people. He had found the best way of getting to them, he was humiliating them, and he was proud of himself. He had made this man do something that he hated.
"Eat it some more, clean out her hole, so that you can give her a real good rim job. I want you to stick your tongue all the way up her tight little hole." Thom did as he was commanded. He shoved his tongue into her crevice and worked his lips around her rim.
He touched her sphincter muscles and she sighed as he did. There was something the least bit pleasurable about what he was doing to her, but at the same time, she was repulsed by it. How could Cliff make him do this?
She thought that Cliff must be some kind of creature, some kind of sadist. Cliff seemed to be enjoying the humiliation a great deal.
Cliff then took pictures of the session. He had about six photos of the rim job and a couple of the sixty-nine session. He got a couple more of Lily pulling on Thorn's cock. Then he beat them with the crop a few more times and he told Lily that he would be seeing her soon.
He walked out of the door and left the two bodies on the floor. He laughed to himself. He had dressed, of course, before leaving. He figured that he could now use the pictures to blackmail Lily and get some money from her. When her husband came back he would take the pictures to him, if he decided that he no longer needed to blackmail her.
He wanted to get Dotty next, but decided that he would wait until the next day. He didn't want to rush things.
CHAPTER NINE
On the following morning, Cliff decided that he was going to have fun with Dotty. By now he had his old costume ready, with a black leather jacket and leather pants. He also had his mask handy. Boy was he ever going to have fun with Dotty.
He went to the high school and waited for her to enter the grounds. He waited several minutes and then finally he saw her. His heart leapt in his chest as he looked at her, and his cock got hard. She looked beautiful and he really longed for her. He wanted to put his hard stick into her soft damp cunt. He was going to fuck her until she begged him to stop, and then, he would beat her up.
He walked over to her, "Hello, Dotty."
"Oh, Cliff, it's you."
"You sound as if my presence offended you."
"Well, you were fucking that older woman."
"Does that bother you, Dotty. I mean don't you like older women?"
"But that woman was nearly as old as my mother. That's terrible. They must be awful in bed. I bet they aren't half as fun as me."
"Well, you were awfully good."
"Was I the best?"
"Oh yes," he lied. "I've never had anyone like you before. You really know how to give a man pleasure." Dotty smiled and then started to walk into the building.
"Hold on a second, Dotty, why don't you cut school today? We could go out for a while and then go to my place and have some ... fun. Would you like to do that?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty mad at you for fucking that older woman. I mean really. Besides, I'm supposed to go out with Eric."
"He's good in bed?"
"Well, not as good as you."
"You see, you and I were fated to go out together today. Now come on."
"I don't think that I should."
"You don't have anything to lose. I promise that I will do things for you, that I haven't done before. Come on, Dotty be a good sport." They talked a few minutes more and finally he convinced her that it would be a wise idea for her to cut school.
They spent some of the morning walking around the city, and about noon they had some hamburgers and cokes at a restaurant. By then, Cliff was ready to take her to his place and screw the shit out of her. He was going to fuck her in every conceivable hole.
They arrived at his place around one o'clock in the afternoon. There they sat around and talked for a few minutes and then, when Dotty wasn't looking, Cliff locked the door so that she couldn't get out. He decided that he would fuck her first and then beat her later, just for a kick.
They were sitting on the lounge and he put his arm around her. Cliff kissed her on the neck and she shuddered with delight. It was fun to be screwed by an older man, she had decided. Older men knew how to do it, and Eric was such a kid anyway. He never seemed to be able to fuck her the right way. The last time had been okay, but the first time, when he had come too soon had really pissed her off. Now Cliff was putting his hand on her boobs.
Cliff moved his hand up and down on her tits, and then he placed one finger between the cleft of her breasts. He was touching her and making her feel very good. They were still both clothed and she wondered how long it would be before he ripped her clothes off and made wild love to her.
Cliff kissed her on the mouth and shoved his tongue into her. Dotty pulled on the tongue and he felt ripples of pleasure darting up his spine. He thrilled at the feel of her jerking on his tongue with her lips and teeth. She nibbled his tongue a little bit and he thought that it was really something. He was very aroused by what was happening. His body was getting very aroused and every fiber in his body tensed with desire.
Cliff felt that he was about to get so hot that he would go mad with passion. He looked at the young and succulent girl and was filled with lustful desire. He wanted to screw her so much.
Cliff was feeling his cock getting harder and stiffer, and could feel himself getting ready for her. He wondered if she was ready yet. They kissed again, and this time she sent her tongue into his mouth and he pulled on it with his lips. He sucked on her tongue and she sighed and heaved her breasts up.
He handled her body, his hands touching her tits and running up to her neck. He felt the soft flesh and pushed against it with his fingers. He wanted to cup her poozle with his fingers and hear her beg for his cock.
Cliff kissed her on the mouth and sucked on her tongue some more. He was feeling his body tense with desire. He ran his hand down to her wonderful legs and pinched the exposed flesh.
"Ouch. Cliff, why did you do that?"
"Didn't you like it?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at him. He kissed her on the neck and shot his tongue out to her. His tongue moved up and down on her sweet skin and she murmured as he did. She loved what he was doing to her.
Dotty's cunt was twitching with desire as he moved his tongue up and down on her neck. He licked her shoulder blades and placed one of his hands on. her breasts. He pulled on the breasts and she wiggled a little bit. Yes, he thought she was going to be really good.
Cliff moved his hand to the back of her dress and he began to unbutton the thing. He pulled the dress down and revealed her bra. He got her to stand up and he pulled the rest of the dress off. It fell to the floor and then he caressed her. He held her tightly against his body. His cock rubbed against her.
He kissed her on the shoulder as he worked his hands over her bra. He unfastened it and then he pulled the bra off her. He looked at her exposed tits and felt himself stiffen with desire. He leaned over and kissed her on the tits and then he started to suck on her breasts. He pulled the thing into his mouth and worked his face up and down on her.
She was shaking with lust and desire as he got her hotter and hotter. She trembled as he kissed her on the tit. He pulled on the nipple with his lips and the projection erected in his mouth.
Cliff lashed out with his tongue and bathed her nipples with saliva. Dotty sighed as she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Her twat was panting and dampening. She knew that she was ready for fucking. Her frothy lips were flaring and she wanted to have his cock stuck into her body. She wanted to feel the balls flapping against her legs as they screwed.
They embraced again and he rubbed his lips over her nipples some more. He wanted to eat her out and he hoped that she wouldn't mind it. He would give her pleasure and then he would give her pain. But first he wanted to have some fun himself. He pulled her to him again and then he kissed her on the face and on the tits. He moved his lips down her belly and he rubbed his lips over her cunt. She had nothing left but her panties and he would soon have them off as well. Then he would eat her out. He kissed her on the navel and he shot his tongue into her belly button. She hissed with passion and thrust up her belly. He slipped his hand underneath her waist and rubbed his lips over her. She was feeling very passionate and she was writhing with lust.
She wanted to have him in her cunt very badly. He kissed her on the belly and then he slipped his fingers into her panties and pulled them off. He worked his hands down to the Venus mound and he kissed her on the sloping flesh. Dotty shuddered with delight as her muff was kissed. He rubbed his fingers into the froth covered lips. She sighed and writhed as he fingered her cunt. She like what he was doing to her, and she hoped that he would eat her out.
He moved his head between her legs and then his lips came down on her snatch. He pulled the pussy lips into his mouth and started to suck on them. He made long hard sucks on the lips and she panted and thrust her cunny up to him. He buried his head between her legs and tasted the succulent pussy.
There was a warm smelly odor coming from her cunt, and he savored the odor. To him it was like the fine bouquet of a wine. He rubbed his mouth over the delicate lips of her twat. She shuddered and cried, "Oh shit, eat me, baby, eat me good. I need it!"
He worked his lips and tongue into her snatch. Hairs worked into his mouth, and he found that a few pubic hairs stuck to his tongue. He worked his mouth up and down on her cunt. He kissed her several times and she was heaving and sighing as he worked himself up and down on her.
She was getting ready to come. She knew that she couldn't last too much longer. She thought that it was really something. She thought that it would be good. She closed her eyes as he moved his tongue into her. Cliff shot his tongue deep into her cunt hole. He drove the thing into her body and she cried out with pleasure. He was doing the right thing and she knew that she couldn't last much longer.
Dotty wrapped her legs around his head and started to squeeze. She squeezed his head with her legs and he came down on her and ground his mouth against her dewy snatch. He pulled on the raw flesh with his lips.
She was writhing and thrusting her cunt up as he worked on her some more. Now he slipped his smallest finger into her asshole. She cried out in a mixture of surprise, pain, and pleasure.
Cliff pushed his finger into her some more and she thrilled at what he was doing to her. She thought that she would go crazy with lust. He worked his tongue over her clit. He pulled on it and she roared with lust as he started to nibble on it. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked long and hard on it. His teeth sank into the fleshy knob. She cried out in anguish and then she started to come.
Small spasms traveled up her spine and then they grew into larger and larger bursts. She was coming and coming. There seemed to be no end to it. She didn't think that she could ever stop. She wondered how many times she would come. She thought that she might climax a million times, even more. She was tossing and twisting on the floor of his pad. He kissed her twat a few more times and then she sank into a swoon of exhaustion.
Now Cliff was raving with power and lust. His cock was throbbing in his pants and he wanted to be satisfied. He wanted to have her fuck him. He would slip his cock into her damp pussy and screw her until he could take it no more. Then he would screw her again.
Cliff yanked off his pants. He still had his leather jacket on and he mounted her. The leather rubbed against her breasts and she sighed. There was something exciting about the touch of leather on her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and hard and he worked his penis into her soft flesh and then he spread her lips with his fingers and shoved his dong into her body. He was going to pound her hard.
He lifted up her ass with his hands and he shoved his thing into her. She cried out and he pounded her again and again.
The oily cock worked into her cunt. She constricted her pussy muscles and he felt the pleasure that movement gave him. He loved the way that she was moving under him. Her soft cunt brushed against his belly and his loins. Cliff rammed his rod into her cunt.
Dotty thrust herself up to him and he brought his legs and cock down to her. She was writhing and humping him as he fucked her some more. Fuck! Was this ever good for him. Dotty was so young and so hot. She really liked to screw and this gave him great pleasure.
Dotty was like a machine, an animal who fed on sex. She was wild with lust and passion. She needed it to exist. He shoved his dong into her and contemplated her torture. He would tie her up and have her suck him off. He would beat her a few times.
Yes, he would teach her a lesson. No woman was going to get away with putting him down. He didn't buy that. There was no girl good enough, big enough, to put him down. He fucked her with vengeance. He slid his cock into her body and pounded the tool into her. She twisted under him.
Her body undulated against him. There was a softness, a softness that he loved about her body. She was like snow and like down. Her skin was so smooth and so white. He loved her body, and he would always have a place in his heart for her. He hoped that she would have a place in her cunt for him.
Deeper the tool descended into her body. Deeper and deeper the dong went. It bruised her. It was pain and pleasure, intermingled. There were times when she felt like crying out. There were times when she wanted him to stop, but then there were other times when she could perish without his prick in her body. She needed it so very much.
It was like sustenance to her. It was something that she lived on. She thought that it was really good. She wanted to have him all the time. She didn't care what he did to her as long as he fucked her.
The cock, that stiff piece of meat, felt so damn good inside her. She longed for it. She wanted to have him there for all time. He pumped her some more. Their bodies slammed together, as if they were two animals. There was a sound of slapping flesh. There was a strong sex smell in the air. Cliff drank the odor in as he kept fucking her. They were rubbing their bodies together as they fucked faster and faster.
Would it ever stop? He could feel the strong hungry feeling in his belly building and building. He knew that he would be coming soon. His white sauce would shoot into her body and fill her quim. She would spasm a million times erupting like a volcano.
He pushed hard against her and she shook with joy. She thought that he was really something. She loved what he was doing to her. Her cunt lips flared as his penis worked into her cunt some more. He was shoving the thing into her brutally. She was aching, her body seemed to be afire. She was burning with passion. She was aflame with lust and she didn't know where it would end. She felt like she was a meteor falling through outer space.
She was falling faster and faster. She was being consumed by his lust. Cliff pounded his rigid meat into her some more. She lifted her body up and pleaded for it. He slammed it down into her. They were like pistons going up and down and up and down.
The orgasm was getting closer and closer. She knew what would be coming soon. It was almost there. Yes, their bodies were locked in passion, in combat, in lust. They were melting together and it was there, there, there.
"Shit, I'm coming," he gurgled. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Oh, I'm feeling it," she whimpered.
Their bodies brushed together and then they ground together. Fuck, it was so good, so damn good. They thought that they would never stop feeling the wonderful sensations of pleasure. The meteor was crashing to earth, it was all in flames and melting and dripping with molten lava.
Their bodies stilled and they kissed again, his tongue searching out her mouth. He pulled her close to him and then he pulled his dick out of her pussy. He pulled it out so slowly, so erotically, that she came again. Then he looked at her on the bed and felt his lust rising again.
This time it wasn't a lust for pleasure, it was a lust for pain. His leather jacket rubbed against her body, and she felt something animal happening in her body. She was like a creature going wild with passion. She didn't know what would happen to her.
She thought that she might go crazy. Why was she still hungry for him, or was it something else? Cliff got up and walked out of the room. Semen dripped off the end of his peter as he walked out.
A minute later he returned with a paddle and some rope. He was wearing the mask. He placed the rope beside her and looked at her. She wasn't aware of his presence as he stood there looking at her. She was dreaming, off somewhere trying to get back the minutes of her youth.
Cliff quickly bound her wrists and feet together. She was startled by him. Dotty didn't like the way that he was dressed; there was something sinister about it. She looked up at him with pleading in her eyes but that would not put him off. He was going to have his fun. He kissed her on the mouth as he finished tying her feet together.
He turned her over on her stomach and looked down at her ass. First he would tease her and then he would spank her fine butt. His lips touched her soft flesh and he sucked on her ass cheeks. She throbbed with lust and want as he kissed her and brushed his lips over her rump. He was pushing his lips against her soft skin.
"What are you doing?" she yelped.
"Shut up," he snapped. Dotty feared him now. There was something evil in the tone of voice that he spoke, to her in. What did he plan to do to her. She shuddered. Ideas of pain and torture riddled her little head. She thought that he might even kill her and she wondered if he really would.
He spread her cheeks and then he dipped his tongue into her crack. She jerked as he parted the flesh and tongued her. She had never gotten a rim job before and she found the sensation strange. She had never known anything like this. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what he would do with her body.
He kissed her on the hole a few more times and then as if he were obsessed with her ass he started ramming his tongue into her body. He worked it into her further. He licked her asshole. He pulled his tongue over the rough puckered hole and she shuddered as he did.
Dotty had to admit that she liked what he was doing to her. She found it very pleasurable and wanted him to continue, but she had a feeling that he had something else in mind. For a while the sensation was quite pleasant as he worked his tongue up and down in her crack, filling her anus with his tongue.
There was a softness there, a softness that aroused her, a sensation that she found very satisfying and quite good. She thought that she would come soon, if he didn't stop.
Unfortunately for her, he did stop, and when he stopped she knew a great deal of pain. His hand came down hard and fast on her fleshy ass. She squirmed, and tears started to fill her eyes.
"Why are you spanking me?" she questioned.
"Because you have been a bad girl, now shut up." He started to swat her faster and faster with his hand. He stopped and went out of the room, she tried to see what he was doing, but she was in such a position that she couldn't.
He came back wearing a pair of leather gloves. He knew that would excite her some more. The feel of the leather on her body would really hurt and yet at the same time it would tantalize her.
