Eric looked levelly, showing neither enthusiasm nor rejection. "What do you have in mind?"
She evaded a direct answer because she wasn't sure what she intended. "Let's drive out to my place and discuss it over a drink."
"I seldom drink," he said. "It's bad for one's health, and I dislike not being able to account for my actions the next day."
What an odd one he was! What a strange bundle of contradictions with his self-discipline in some areas and his swinging life in the other.
"Perhaps a cup of tea then?" she suggested.
"A cup of tea would be refreshing," he said gravely.
"Come along then," she said, getting to her feet. "We'll go have tea and see what develops from there."
Eric got up slowly, picked up his beach towel and folded it neatly, then followed at her heels as she left the pool area and cut through the lobby, heading for the garage where her car was parked.
It gave Alfreda a pleasant feeling of satisfaction to have such a gorgeous hunk of male trailing after her and she saw a tall, stunning brunette stopped in mid-stride and stared after them with frank envy.
Eat your heart out, Alfreda gloated. Redheads have all the fun. He may be years younger than I am, but he's a money boy. He belongs to whoever can afford him ... and he's mine for now. "
CHAPTER ONE
Eric Johnson stretched his tanned athletic body to its full six foot four height and sucked in his flat belly until the muscles pulled so taut his stomach seemed about to meet his backbone. Extending his long arms up over his head, he bent to touch his toes, his handsome boyish face untroubled and impassive. He always started his brief workout this way and as usual, he was seemingly unaware of the others sunning themselves and chatting beside the sparkling hotel pool.
Alfreda Marlowe watched him through slitted eyes, tongue flicking slowly along her lower lip. Something about this young man had been troubling her for quite a while. She found it virtually impossible to keep from staring at the beautifully proportioned body, especially the impressive bulge at the front of the skin-tight trunks, and she could no longer keep submerged the question that had been tormenting her for weeks-What would it be like to be fucked by this superb specimen of masculinity?
Such thoughts were alien to this usually self-contained and sophisticated woman, but lately they had been beating at her brain as relentlessly as the surf pounded at the base of the Cliffs upon which the Sealark Hotel perched. At twenty-five, Alfreda was outstandingly attractive in a resort filled with attractive women. Alfreda had a good if somewhat unexciting marriage, a home in San Francisco that was a showplace, an eight-room "cottage" at Big Sur and all the money she could possibly find a use for. She thought of her life as complete, useful and satisfying, or at least she had until this sudden obsession with Eric Johnson had overtaken her. Her interest in the tall, blonde youth was all the more strange because in all her married life she had never had an affair despite the fact that such things were considered more or less normal in her social circles. It wasn't that she looked down on her friends who had lovers, or even those who went in for such esoteric erotica as nudie encounter groups and sexual swap clubs. It wasn't prudery that kept her from indulging, it was something more fundamental in Alfreda's make up-a respect for the basic integrity of her personality that made her reluctant to place her body or emotions in the hands of a man to whom she did not have an intellectual or emotional attachment as well as a physical one.
So now for the first time she was finding herself possessed by thoughts and fantasies that she couldn't control. Erotic images and scenes kept bombarding her with a vividness that would have done credit to a producer of a top grade porno film. In her mind, she could see her own body stretched out on a bed, thighs spread and curly auburn pelt parted to reveal the puffy pink lips of her cunt open to receive the long thick thunder of Eric Johnson's cock. Ordinarily, Alfreda didn't use terms like cock and cunt even in her inner thoughts but now she couldn't keep them out any more than she could suppress the outrageous idea that having the handsome youth's massive genitals would be the most soul-satisfying experience of her life.
She tried to shake off the notion, tried to stay away from the hotel pool where Eric worked out every day. After all, she had a pool of her own at the Big Sur house, so why come here except to stare longingly at the smoothly muscled golden body with its sensational sexual equipment?
I must be going crazy! she thought and tried to shift her gaze from the rhythmically stretching, bending, flexing youth. I'm acting like I'm hypnotized. I sit here and ogle a nearly naked boy like some round-heeled, bored jet-setter on the make. Either I'm going crazy or I'm finally in need of an affair.
But not with this boy! He couldn't be more than twenty and she was almost twenty-five. If she really intended to take a lover, she should choose one of the many mature, attractive men who had indicated an interest in her, not a callow youth who apparently had only one thing going for him-his overwhelming sexuality ... his animal magnetism.
Who said anything about an affair? the other side of her mind argued. Why not just a one-night stand? Spend a few hours in bed with him doing any kinky, far out thing that comes to mind, and get rid of this crazy hangup! Who would that hurt? Not me, certainly ... not Eric ... and not Mark. Even if Mark found out, he'd understand. The fact that I've never chosen to live the way my friends do doesn't mean that I'm right and they're wrong.
As she lay watching him, Eric flexed his muscles and did a handstand, bringing his legs together neatly and holding the pose easily for several minutes. Alfreda raised herself on one arm, admiring the play of his back muscles and noting how the blue swin trunks stretched tight across his firm buttocks.
She ran a hand over her red hair as she thought about how nice it would be to have that marvelous masculine body naked beside her on the big round waterbed at the cottage. She shivered at the prospect of feeling those strong hands cupping her breasts, that firm mouth pressed to hers. It would be even better to feel that big thick young cock sliding in and out of her. There was something about the boy that made her think he would know what a woman wanted and needed and would refuse her nothing. Then after he had performed all the refinements an active erotic imagination could dream up, he would accept his little gratuity and leave and neither of them would have anything to regret.
Alfreda's mind was made up. She would do it. Now all she had to do was put the decision into action.
Alfreda sat up and folded her arms around her knees. "Eric!" she called just as he was about to settle down for his afternoon sunning. "Why don't you bring your towel over here and sit beside me?"
Eric turned and looked at her with his mildly myopic squint, and for a moment Alfreda was afraid he didn't remember being introduced to her the evening before at a party in the Gerrolds' suite at the hotel.
Ha! After all my soul-searching, he isn't interested! He probably thinks I'm an over-aged hag not worth his time. She didn't really believe that, but she was beginning to wonder if he was even going to answer her when he leaned over with seeming reluctance, picked up his beach towel and came toward her.
"How are you today, Mrs. Marlowe?" he asked politely but with obvious lack of interest.
"Fine, thank you, Eric," she said, turning slightly so that he could see the clean, unsagging lines of her face and figure. It was a gesture she would ordinarily have scorned to use but with this young man she didn't seem to be able to help it. "But I do wish you would call me Alfreda. I asked you to at the party last night, remember?"
The blonde youth looked at her out of cool, level blue eyes, and she got the uncomfortable feeling that he had somehow managed to find a flaw in her creamy complexion or a lack of muscle tone in her body that her mirrors hadn't reported to her. But when he spoke, it was obvious he had simply been thinking over what she'd said.
"I don't like to presume on such short acquaintance," he said in the stiff, formal way he had of talking, "but if you wish, I'll call you Alfreda."
"Thank you," she said and watched with a faint smile as he spread his yellow towel carefully beside hers and lowered his perfectly tanned body onto it.
Does he really think his body is all that precious? Alfreda wondered. What conceit! Still, with his looks, I guess it's to be expected, especially since looks seem to be all he has. He certainly doesn't give the impression of being very bright. Last night he hardly joined in the conversation at all ... didn't seem to know a thing about art, politics or even the latest films.
"Are you enjoying your stay at Big Sur, Mrs....I mean, Alfreda?"
"I spend almost half the year here," she said. "We have a house out farther toward the point."
If he was surprised by the obvious wealth that implied, he gave no indication of it.
"But to answer your question, yes, I almost always enjoy my stay here." Her long white foot touched his hard left thigh as though by accident. "Although, I must confess I was a bit bored last night."
"Yes, the Gerrolds do give rather stuffy parties," he said, sounding as though he were parroting someone else's remark.
"And the people," Alfreda said. "They must gather them up from all the suburban B.Y.O.B. parties."
Either Eric didn't understand the reference or he didn't have much of a sense of humor because not even a glimmer of a smile crossed his face.
"Do you know the Gerrolds well?" she asked.
"They are friends of a friend," he said. "Candace Kittridge."
"Candace Kittridge?" Alfreda was surprised. She knew the tall, willowy blonde only slightly. If Alfreda was San Francisco rich, Candace-Kittridge was Boston superrich. Eric traveled in more rarefied circles than she had imagined.
"Candace and I are staying here at the hotel," Eric said. "We have a suite together."
"You mean that you and Candace are ... lovers?" Alfreda asked in astonishment. If that were the case, there certainly wouldn't be any place in Eric's life for her.
Eric's laugh was short, explosive and mirthless. "Oh no ... no, I'm not in that league ... that class. I'm sure Miss Kittridge would pick lovers from a much higher level of society than I'm in. We just have what she calls a relationship."
"A relationship?" Alfreda would have been a little less nosy under most circumstances but she was so disappointed at having her anticipated interlude with the boy canceled before it got started that she didn't think about coming on like a busybody.
"Yes," he said flatly, "She pays my bills and gives me money."
Alfreda had suspected he was one of those young men who lived off women, but his outward image was so middle class and square that she was surprised to hear him admit he was a gigolo.
"You're saying that Candace Kittridge, Glamour Girl Number One of a few years ago, is paying your bills and giving you money."
"Yes, for this week," Eric said stiffly. "Someone else did the week before."
Alfreda swallowed hard after that one. The boy wasn't much more than a male whore. "Who will it be next week?"
"I don't know," he said. "I imagine something will turn up."
"Maybe it already has," she said impulsively, her foot moving up his thigh until one toe was nuzzling under the edge of his trunks. "Maybe you have already met your benefactress."
He looked at her levelly, showing neither enthusiasm nor rejection. "What do you have in mind?"
She evaded a direct answer because she wasn't sure what she intended. "Let's drive out to my place and discuss it over a drink."
"I seldom drink," he said. "It's bad for one's health, and I dislike not being able to account for my actions the next day."
What an odd one he was! What a strange bundle of contradictions with his self-discipline in some areas and his swinging life in the other. . "Perhaps a cup of tea then?" she suggested.
"A cup of tea would be refreshing," he said gravely.
"Come along then," she said, getting to her feet. "We'll go have tea and see what develops from there."
Eric got up slowly, picked up his towel and folded it neatly, then followed at her heels as she left the pool area and cut through the lobby, heading for the garage where her car was parked.
It gave Alfreda a pleasant feeling of satisfaction to have such a gorgeous hunk of male trailing after her, and the sensation bloomed into smugness when a tall, stunning brunette stopped in mid-stride and stared after them with frank envy.
Eat your heart out! Alfreda gloated. Redheads have all the fun, haven't you heard? You're years younger than I am but this is a money boy. He belongs to Candace Kittridge and whoever else can afford him ... and he's mine for now, at least.
After a short, silent drive, Alfreda tooled the car into the circular driveway of the Marlowe cottage, a stilted beauty clinging to the rocky cliff as though it were a natural outcropping.
She didn't keep servants here so she got out her key and unlocked the door herself. "Tell me, Eric," she said as they stepped inside, "what do you do besides pose beside the pool and nap in the sun?"
"I very seldom have tea at a lady's home," he said solemnly, "but. since we were properly introduced last night, I thought it all right to accept your invitation."
"Oh, it is, it is," she said, slightly annoyed at his total lack of humor, "but I was under the impression that I had picked you up."
Again Eric didn't react. He was staring around at the oval room with its glass walls and panoramic view of the ocean, taking in the aura of big money and luxuriousness it exuded.
Alfreda dropped her towel and bag on a chair and crossed to the bar to pour herself a drink. Downing half of it in one gulp, she turned to watch him, standing hipshot in a pose she knew showed off her figure to its best advantage.
Eric finally turned and looked at her but seemed not to notice the deliberately provocative pose. His eyes and face were calm and expressionless.
"Well, what do you think of it?" she challenged, making a sweeping gesture to indicate the whole house.
"Fine ... very, very fine," he said. "You and your husband must be part of what they call the Beautiful People. Everything about you ... your car, this house, your way of speaking and your elegant bearing ... all speak of wealth. Yes, I would say you are one of the Beautiful People."
This was the longest speech Alfreda had ever heard him make but it puzzled her. Was he praising her for having money or was this his odd idea of a put down?
"You wouldn't believe what it costs to keep all this up," she said.
"Yes, I have a pretty good idea," he said. "You probably spend more on it in a week than I spend to live on for six months."
"Then you're very poor, Eric?" she asked.
"My family was poor, as I've been for most of my life."
"But things are going better for you now?" She gulped nervously at her drink, wishing he'd make some move toward carrying out the real purpose of his visit instead of treating it as a social occasion. She'd brought him here to fuck, not to stand around discussing her economic advantages or his lack of them. But until the action got started, it was probably better to keep the conversation going. "Are you Swedish, Eric?"
"No, Polish."
"But Eric Johnson sounds...."
"Oh, that's just a name I picked out because it sounded nice and Scandinavians are kind of popular now," he said.
Again he said it without the slightest hint of humor, apparently seeing nothing odd about adopting a name he thought attractive and abandoning his real one.
"Well, you are an unusual young man," Alfreda said as she poured herself a fresh drink.
"Yes, I suppose I am."
Alfreda smiled at him seductively and turned to walk across the room, swinging her smoothly rounded buttocks in invitation for him to follow. Seating herself on a white velvet couch, she waited for him to join her. She was aware of being in a hurry. Every time she looked at the powerful, rippling muscles in Eric's thighs and belly, she wanted to speed things up. She yearned to be lying naked beneath him, his strong young body pressing her down, his oversized cock driving into her in demanding thrusts. The liquor was loosening her up, making her want to come right out and ask what his prices were and order a dozen of everything, but he was so strange and seemed to have such a streak of naivete that she hesitated.
She patted the cushion next to her. "Wouldn't you like to come sit with me?"
"Yes," he said, "but...." He looked toward the kitchen expectantly.
"But what?" she asked. "What is it?"
"Uh ... didn't you mention tea?"
She stared at him. "Tea? You can't mean you actually expected tea?"
"Well, yes, I did. You said...."
"I know what I said." Alfreda emptied her glass. "Will you settle for a sandwich later on?"
"Yes, that would be nice. I am hungry. Thank you."
"Couldn't you thank me in a more personal way?"
"Yes, ma'am, if that's what you want. If you're sure you know what...."
"I want, I want!" Alfreda said, the double bourbons making her reckless. "I'm dying for want of you, Eric! Can't we talk about arrangement later? Right now there are more important things to do."
He came toward her, that robot stare fixed on his face. "Such as what?"
Alfreda reached for the gold ring at mid-bust that held the cups of her halter together. Springing its catch, she flung the cups wide, exposing the big, coral-tipped mounds of her breasts. She arched her back, put her hands under the gleaming white globes and offered them to him wantonly.
Eric looked at them, licked his full lips and sat down beside her. Without noticeable excitement, he reached out a large hand and touched them, rubbing his palm in circles over the nipples until she felt them spring erect and push against his warm skin.
"Do you like them?" she husked, wishing he'd take the initiative now that the ice was broken.
"Yes." Had there been a suggestion of excitement in his voice as he said that one word? She didn't have much time to wonder as Eric bent his head and closed his lips around one nipple, tongue thrumming against it expertly and then sucking it deep into his mouth.
Alfreda's breathing quickened as she pushed the full white mounds against his face, the dam of passion that had been building in her all afternoon beginning to spill over. She didn't try to control it. She had never been with a man before who sold his favors and it was giving her a tremendous sense of freedom. A woman didn't have to worry about lady-like restraint with a male whore.
Her hands roved over the broad shoulders and down the muscled arms while he continued to suck on the elongated points of fire her nipples had become. She rolled her upper torso against his face as lustful sensations rippled out from his suctioning lips to crash all through her body.
Her seeking hands caressed the crisp mat of golden hair on his chest, then moved down across the ridged stomach, exploring and delighting in the feel of his firm, smooth flesh.
"Such a lovely body," she murmured thickly, stroking along his thigh. "Nice strong legs ... nice strong muscles."
Eric raised his head briefly. "Thank you. I try to keep in shape."
The hand on his stomach traveled on restlessly, sliding under the tight waistband of his trunks, crawling through the thick; wiry pubic hair, searching for and finding easily the solid column of his cock. She shivered with indescribable pleasure as she savored its hard erectness, fingers creeping along measuring its length and thrilling to its remarkable bulk.
"It's real, all real," she breathed in awe. "That bulge on the front of your shorts is you ... every fantastic inch is all you!"
Using her other hand, she loosened the ties of her bikini and flipped it off to expose the autumn-hued thicket under which pulsed the swollen lips of her aching cunt.
"Feel me," she said shamelessly, taking his hand and guiding it between her thighs. "Put your fingers in there and feel how deep and narrow I am ... and how wet and ready."
She had never said things like that before, even to her husband, but she had never felt this way either. There was an irresistible sexual lure about this strange young man that brought out an aggressiveness she hadn't known existed.
His fingers pushed through the silken brush and into the saturated slit with practiced ease, and Alfreda quivered and clutched the hard spike of his cock greedily, loving the feel of the hard rubbery flesh as her hand churned slowly up and down.
She couldn't wait any longer. She had to see him. Grabbing the waistband of his trunks, she tugged the garment down off his hips and away from the genital area so she could see and fondle to her heart's content.
Almost holding her breath as the shorts came away, Alfreda stared at the lovely vigorous penis that sprang free and nodded its great purplish knob almost in her face. Lifting the big round testicles, she cradled them in her palms and marveled at their weight and the tightness of the wrinkled scrotum.
"You're hung like a god," she whispered reverently. "A young god."
A grimace that was not quite a smile crossed his face at those fervid words of praise and his fingers stirred in her frothy depths and began to glide in and out of the nectared gullet that throbbed in response to each penetration.
"There's so much of you ... so much...." she husked and leaned against him, lips moving along the sun-sweet skin of his neck and shoulders.
Eric didn't answer but his fingers kept sending thrills of pleasure and anticipation racing through her, stirring up the tangy woman juices so that they oozed out around the edges and dripped into his palm.
They both could hear the squishing as the invading digits screwed in and and out, and Alfreda laughed shakily. "I'm so wet ... I've never been that wet in my life, not even in the middle of a fuck."
"You're a very passionate woman, Mrs. Marlowe," Eric said. "Men like passionate women."
"Oh my God, can't you call me Alfreda at a time like this?"
"Yes, of course. I forgot. I just like to keep my place."
Alfreda suddenly remembered something. They hadn't kissed yet. How odd! She'd never made love to her husband without kissing but with this boy it simply hadn't occurred to her. Was it because one didn't kiss a whore? But she hadn't meant to insult him so she turned her head to meet his lips only to have him lower his head to her breasts again.
Well, to hell with you! she thought. I like a little loving with my fucking but if you prefer to come on like Mr. Cool, forget it!
She fell back on the couch, spreading her legs and pulling the youth toward her with both hands. "I'm ready," she said. "I've been ready for a long time."
"Yes, ma'am," Eric said and let his mouth slide downward across her flat, taut belly to find the little gully that ran past the mound of her womanhood, through the outcroppings of coppery pubic hair and around the top of her thigh to the silken inner surfaces. He licked at the rivulet of woman wine that had overflowed from her liquaceous passageway. Burrowing through the luxuriant growth of red hair that framed the fragrantly moist entrance to her vagina, Eric fluttered his tongue along the fleshy V where the delectable pink folds came together.
"Oh, you marvelous, marvelous boy!" Alfreda whispered as his worshipful tongue sent shivers of intense ecstasy to every part of her body. Verbally, Eric left much to be desired but there certainly wasn't anything lacking in his physical technique.
Thumbing the hairy split wide open, Eric licked slowly and lasciviously up the length of the glistening furrow and over the sensitive tip of her clitoris. The tip of his tongue vibrating against the highly excitable nubbin caused Alfreda to lift up off the couch in startled pleasure. No one had ever made such thrilling use of this center of passion and she jumped again as he drew the tender fragment between his lips and sucked on its sweetness.
Cries of unbearable joy came from Alfreda's lips as overwhelming sensations surged through her. It was as if Eric had discovered a key to the very seat of her emotions, to her soul, and was gently turning it until her whole being sang with the supreme harmony of total lust.
"Oh my God, Eric! How did you know...." she gasped.
He made a little hungry sound and his hands went to the underside of her thighs and he lifted them until they rested on his shoulders with his head buried deep between them and his mouth working feverishly at her now totally available cunt.
Alfreda went insane. Reality disappeared in a flood of wild emotions that shook her body and ultimately her whole being. A red haze of lust filled her brain through which nothing could intrude. There was, she found, only one real thing in the world-her cunt and the marvelous way in which it was being served.
Eric's tongue was making constant circles around the hard throbbing clit but taking more and more frequent side trips, trips that sent it slithering between the slippery labia, searching into the red maw itself, displacing the flesh with the pressure of his mouth and sucking most of her twat up into his avid mouth.
As though through some magic, the hypersensitivity of her clitoris seemed to have been transferred to the whole inner lining of her cunt. She could feel Eric's tongue like the portent of an even more devastating invasion slipping up and down the ruby inner walls, touching the delicate nerve endings and sending wild shocks of desire rocketing to the farthest reaches of her body and soul.
She tried to talk but couldn't. She could only babble incoherently, completely out of her head, beyond any control. All she could do was roll her buttocks and rotate the whole wet muff of her mound back and forth across his mouth.
In her frenzy she was only vaguely aware of the climax that was building up in the depths of her vagina. All she knew was that his tongue was driving deeper and deeper into her, spreading a raging flame from clitoris to cunt that threatened to totally consume her.
Alfreda's bare heels were beating a tattoo of constant demand on Eric's back now. She wanted his tongue harder, wanted more of the ravenous licking, more of the sublime sucking of her clitoris, more and more of being eaten like a gourmet meal and worshiped like a goddess of lust.
But she didn't really need a great deal more. She was hanging now on a tiny golden thread of pleasure, suspended in time as she swung back and forth with the talented tongue as it darted and spun in the boiling cauldron her pussy had become. The vaginal muscles tightened and a few more flicks of the questing tongue stirred the last few fragments of lust into volatile waves that swirled through her convulsed vagina and provoked an orgasm so violently pleasurable that she screamed and bucked fiercely against Eric's mouth.
Her wildly writhing body nearly escaped the youth's grasp but he grabbed the churning buttocks and held her steady while he continued to assault her aggravated pubes until the intolerable sensations dispersed in convulsive emission, wetting his face and mouth with her pungent juices.
CHAPTER TWO
When the world stopped spinning and real time came back into focus, Alfreda realized that Eric was still working at the feverish love flesh.
"What ... what are you doing now?" she asked breathlessly.
"Getting you ready for the main event," he said calmly. "That was just the appetizer ... part of the foreplay. Now we're going to fuck."
"If that was just foreplay, I don't think I could stand the real thing," Alfreda said. "I was almost unconscious there a couple of times."
"Yes. As I said, you're an extremely passionate woman," the youth said, raising his head to deliver his cool appraisal.
"I've never been that passionate before," she said. "You must have had something to do with it."
"Perhaps," he said, "I'm like a musician who comes upon a fine instrument that no one has ever played right and because I do, I produce music with deeper meaning and significance from it."
"Well ... how poetic," Alfreda said, wondering if he were laughing at her behind that impassive stare.
"No, I'm just saying you've never known a man before who could fuck you the way you ought to be fucked."
And here I thought he was just a rather stupid but beautiful boy who was willing to sell his overdeveloped body to bored women for a few dollars, Alfreda thought. Now he comes on like a sex genius ... a master love machine. Well, maybe he's right.
"Of course, we haven't fucked yet," she said, "but you've given me an experience nothing ever matched. I don't think it can be repeated."
"It won't be repeated, it will be enlarged upon," he said, shifting her position on the couch and arranging her more to his satisfaction.
For some reason she didn't understand, Alfreda wasn't ready yet. She wanted just to lie there for a while and savor the fullness of what had already happened before they progressed to something else. So she tried to distract him.
"Didn't you say you were hungry? Why don't I fix us something to eat?"
"Not now," he said, moving up between her outstretched thighs.
Alfreda looked at her watch. "But what about Miss Kittridge? Isn't she expecting you back? Won't she be jealous?"
"Jealous? Why would she be jealous? Besides, she's quite busy. She's entertaining a gentleman ... two gentlemen, to be exact, and they'll keep her occupied all afternoon."
"I don't understand."
"We'll talk about it later," he said and pressed down on her.
Alfreda stared up at the lean young face, so composed and expressionless, and felt the massive male genitals pulsing against her smooth skin, the pointed gland puckering the furry folds of her wet cunt, seeking the lubricated entry. What was she getting into? She had thought she was merely giving way to a nagging sexual impulse and hired a young man to scratch her erotic itch. She hadn't expected to be so expertly handled and thoroughly aroused. It troubled her to know she could be so. deeply stirred, and it troubled her even more to see how strongly aroused Eric's body could be and how capably he administered to her needs without the faintest flicker of emotion showing on his face or in his voice.
But her doubts and nameless fears slowly faded into the background as other things began happening. She moaned a little as the weight of him flattened her breasts and her thighs were pushed grossly open and the big round head of his cock dabbled in the crevice of her quivering cunt. With him lying on top of her, dominating her with his rampant maleness, she had the oddest feeling of being possessed and utterly owned by this youth she had thought she was hiring for a few hours.
"Eric, what is it?" she asked in alarm. "I don't understand what...."
"You will," he said and thrust his swollen knob farther into the slippery fissure, overcoming the slight resistance and stretching her as the big organ burst resolutely in.
"Can ... can I hold so much?" She hadn't meant to put the sudden doubt into words.
"You will," he said again.
She writhed in sweet frenzy as the huge weapon sank slowly and steadily into her. He made no more sudden thrusts, no jerking or battering, just kept pressing inch after inch of thick cock into the painfully distended channel. He sank his shaft as carefully and deliberately as though he were drilling a test hole for a well, one that had to be gauged with great care and close tolerances.
This was the moment she'd been thinking about for over a week, dreaming about ever since the first time she'd seen Eric posing beside the hotel pool and wondered how it would feel to have him penetrate her. He was about halfway into her now and the tightness of the fit was causing the nerve endings inside the elastic sheath to send electric sparks of pleasure crackling all through her body.
Eric slipped his hands under her, cupping a pertly rounded buttock in each hand, and she realized that he was making a platform for her to roll her bottom around on.
The tremendous pole bored deeper. Alfreda felt as though a giant redwood had started to grow in her. If the youth insisted on sinking in to the roots, she was sure she'd split in half like some rock the tree had grown through.
She wanted that beautiful cock, all of its long, fat hardness, and yet she didn't want it. She was afraid of it and yet she wanted to take it so deep that she could feel it pounding against the very gates of her soul.
Eric grunted a little and thrust as he pulled her to him. Alfreda gasped and saw stars for a moment but nothing ripped as she half expected it to, and now she could feel the solid male flesh against every microscopic nerve ending, her vagina fitted around it like a second foreskin that was stretched almost to the breaking point.
But that still wasn't all of the gigantic shaft.
"Please ... it's too much," she protested. "Let me get my breath ... hold off a minute, can't you?" She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he ignored both words and hands, sinking his fingers into the fleshy globes of her buttocks and pulling her up to receive him.
She cried out as he thrust strongly and struck bottom. "No, no, I can't stand it! It's too much! It's more than I can hold!"
But she could stand it and she did. Just the sensation of being so utterly filled started her juices to flowing copiously, oiling the pole of man flesh that had been driven into her like a stake into the heart of a vampire.
And now he was starting to move. My God, why didn't he just stay where he was until she got used to it! Then as she felt him pull back, she wanted to cry out and beg him not to leave her, to stay where he was forever, warming and arousing her.
The pillar of flesh was slipping out, dragging along the sensitive tube, and Alfreda felt it rub and pull every inch of the way. She sobbed once as it almost drew free of the grasping outer lips and then groaned deliriously as the meaty pole started back in ... oh God, it was coming back in like a thunderbolt!
Her body arched and bucked to receive the massive mace, and it slammed to the bottom of her palpitating womanhood and sent fiery rivers of lust pumping through her veins.
Eric sank hugely into her with every thrust, so deep his hard balls slapped bruisingly against the folds below the mouth of her vagina. He kept ramming solidly, the force of each fleshy impact pinning Alfreda to the couch and dragging her upward on every retreating stroke. She felt as though she no longer had a private existence of her own, that she was nothing but part of the giant cock inside her, part of the surging man flesh that pounded into her so relentlessly.
Each tremendous thrust embedded the charging penis to its thick roots, flogging the deepest limits of her clutching, ravenous sheath. The elastic lips stretched and recovered, rolling back from the swollen knob only to close fiercely about the gliding ramrod again until it was gobbled up and entirely sheathed once more.
"Oh, it's good ... good ... good!" she babbled. "Even better than I dreamed it would be."
He shifted position slightly, felt down between their straining bodies and spread the upper reaches of her labia so that the hard little button of her clit could rub nakedly against the length of his solid shaft as it plunged in and out of the hot cunt below.
Alfreda's senses reeled. The room was fading, the universe was drifting away. Even Eric was gone. There was nothing in creation but her cunt and the urgency of the ponderous prick stroking into her. Her whole being was throbbing in tune with her cunt and she was deaf to the sucking, squishing noises their bodies made as her lubricating juices overflowed and mixed with the sweat they were both drenched in.
"You're a good fuck, Mrs. Marlowe," Eric's voice came to her from somewhere beyond the flaming walls of lust that fenced her in. She knew he must be saying words but they had no meaning at the moment. "The way you throw yourself into sex would really turn a man on."
Her buttocks thumped up and down in the palms of his hands, her plump mound grinding against the thick root that speared her, barely noticing how their sticky thighs clung and the strange plopping sounds wet skin made as it touched, pressed tight and then separated.
The head of his cock felt as though it was trying to bore right through her, and her overheated quim welcomed the battering invasion and invited it to do its worst. Her internal walls clung and squeezed, throbbing against his equally throbbing flesh. Alfreda felt herself rising on a tower of lust, shooting upward on the rocket of his cock into a paradise of carnal joy that her wildest fantasies had never contained or imagined existed. She sensed the gathering explosion, the bunching of muscles, the rippling convulsions and knew that sheer bliss was about to overtake her. Her private universe was about to shatter into a million glorious splinters that would bounce off all the walls in a dazzle of pure light.
The knowledge only made her wilder, and her body was like a slippery eel as Eric tried to keep her in place while her cunt pulsed and spasmed in prolonged orgasm.
"Just a little more ... you can do it again," he whispered in her ear and kept thundering into her tingling slit.
The violence of his unceasing attack added to the fury of her climax bounced them off the couch onto the floor. For a moment they lay still in surprise and then they were at it again, the hard floor under the deep carpeting giving better support to Alfreda's rolling bottom.
Contracting muscles ridged her belly and gave her vagina a convulsive grip with the power not unlike that of a choking fist. She laced her fingers at the back of Eric's neck and arched upward, letting him pound her breathless with the fury of his fucking. She was dragged up and slammed down, squashed and flattened, flopped about and battered like a rag doll. The thudding of his cock against the bottom of her cunt was causing her to jerk like a puppet on a string.
Whimpers and incoherent words tumbled from her lips. She had lost all touch with sanity, all communication with normal behavior. She was no longer a human being, had ceased to be Alfreda Marlowe and become nothing but a sex machine, a cylinder into which the piston of his rampant cock was untiringly being driven.
Orgasm again swept through Alfreda's straining body, and she screamed as the dam broke and she was drowned in the unbearable ecstasy of orgasm on top of orgasm. Long shuddering waves of crystal pure lust hit her, and a series of acute emissions washed around the prick that still impaled her. Every lunge of Eric's provoked another spasm, and the hot, stabbing thrills threw her into a state verging on madness. She was faintly aware when Eric grunted and filled her with a flood of jism that backed up and overflowed the crater of her cunt, running out onto her belly and down her thighs. Then a rich warm darkness closed over her, a darkness in which she floated on black velvet. Cool, perfumed breezes drifted over her.
"Mrs. Marlowe ... Mrs. Marlowe!" Eric's voice broke the spell, and the cool breeze changed to a cold wind which Alfreda regretfully allowed to drag her upward out of the cozy velvet world into which total satiation had tossed her. Upward and into the fading light of dusk creeping through her living room.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Marlowe?" Eric asked. He was standing over her fanning her with her beach towel.
She shook her head to clear it. She was all shaky inside and the lining of her cunt still throbbed from the most vigorous shagging she'd ever had.
"Y-yes, I think I'm okay," she said. "But I never passed out like that before. I really winged it, didn't I?"
"You were a marvelous sex partner," Eric said in his oddly stilted way.
"Thanks," she said, grinning self-consciously. "You're something else yourself, you know."
She tried to get to her feet but sat down abruptly when she discovered her legs had turned to rubber-very flexible and soft rubber.
"You must lead a very active sex life," Eric said, apparently fascinated with the subject of her sensuality. "A woman as beautiful as you are and with a body so perfect for sex must have many men."
"Well, I'm not exactly the town round-heels, you know," she said, managing to get to her feet by hanging onto the arm of a chair.
"I didn't say you were, but a woman with so lovely a body and such a tremendous ability to perform sexually would be desired by almost any man who knew her."
For a guy who didn't talk much, Eric was turning into quite a chatterbox. Alfreda didn't pretend to understand what made him tick. From a young man who came on like Mr. Stick, he had turned in a master lover as soon as the talk stage was over and the physical one began and now he wanted to hold a post mortem on her responsiveness.
She began walking unsteadily toward the kitchen. "You said you were hungry earlier, and I'm feeling a bit weak myself, so why don't I fix us each a nice rare steak?"
"Anything at all will be fine, Mrs. Marlowe. Don't go to any trouble on my account."
"Alfreda," she corrected. "Look, you just fucked me into insensibility, and although sexual intercourse may not constitute a formal introduction in some circles, it ought to at least establish the participants on a first name basis, don't you think?"
"Yes, of course ... Alfreda. It's just that I don't want to be pushy."
"You're saying the same thing you said before, that you like to keep your place ... whatever that means."
"It means that I don't want to be like some of the others I see hanging around rich people. My occupation has brought me into contact with high class, aristocratic society folks, those with a great deal of background and education, but I've noticed there are always one or two young men or women from less cultured backgrounds who are pretending to belong. They're really no better than me and will never fit in no matter how well they study the manners and customs, learn the command of the language and try to follow the whole pattern of good breeding. I don't want to be like them-pushy and aggressive-and so I decided the only way to avoid it was to remember to stay in my place."
"Good Lord, Eric," she said, "you talk as though we live in a stratified society, like in Europe or somewhere. Don't you realize that most well-to-do, even rich, people today are liberal and dedicated to equality. They don't look down on you because you were born and raised poor any more than they would if you were born black."
"Oh, I know how broad-minded the elite classes are, Mrs. Marlowe, but I also know there are differences between us that nothing will ever bridge."
"Well, if what we just did doesn't bridge them, nothing ever will," she said, "but I think it did. We certainly were equals there on the floor."
"No, that's different, and I just want you to know that in all other areas, I have a great deal of respect for you and
"Eric, it doesn't fit," she said, opening the refrigerator door and taking out two steaks. "A guy with your looks and the sheer gut ability to turn a woman on the way you do shouldn't think he has to practice humility too."
"Oh, it isn't humility," Eric said. "It's just that I know we're different-come from a different order of mankind, you might say-and I guess I prefer it that way."
"Doesn't that kind of attitude tend to dehumanize those you call elites?"
"Yes, I guess it does, but I've never thought of them as being exactly human anyway."
Alfreda whirled and stared at him. "What a strange thing to say ... a rather cruel thing to say."
"Maybe, but you see I was raised in Beverly Hills where I saw a lot of them as a boy. Did you know there are poor people in Beverly Hills, Mrs. Marlowe?"
"No, I didn't. I guess I just assumed it was a community composed of only the...."
"The rich and the famous. Yes, that's the usual belief. But despite the fact that Beverly Hills has one of the highest per capita incomes in the country, there are a few poor people there and my family was among them. My mother worked at a hotel as a hatcheck girl while I was going to school, and she had to do quite a lot of things to keep a roof over our heads. There was me and my sister Susan and...."
"Hey, how do you want your steak?" Alfreda asked, hoping to get him off on another track. She really wasn't interested in his past.
"Well done, please," he said.
"Hmmmm, you constantly amaze me," she said. "I would have sworn that you were the bloody meat-type."
"No, I try not to be any more animalistic than necessary to get by in the world," he said.
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you," she said and turned to stare at him.
He was sitting on a kitchen stool, looking very much like a young Apollo with his arms folded across his chest and the light behind him making a glowing halo of his golden curls. As Alfreda's eyes moved over the smoothly-muscled thighs, the flat belly and deep chest, she was startled to feel a renewed trembling of desire spring to life inside her, and when she saw the superbly vibrant cock rising and standing erect, the feeling burst into a flame of lust that she was afraid might prove unextinguishable.
"You don't look like you need any food at all," she said huskily.
He looked down at his erection. "Yes, I'm getting a hard on again. Watching a beautiful nude woman walk around, buttocks swinging and breasts bouncing would tend to have that effect."
"Why, Eric, how nice. I didn't know you indulged in compliments."
He looked so confused that she realized what he had said wasn't intended as a compliment but as a simple statement of fact.
She walked over and placed a hand on the burgeoning prick. "Maybe we'd better do something about this. Would you like to go in the bedroom while the steaks are cooking?"
"No!" he said sharply. "There's no need for that. We'll take care of it right here."
"Here?" She was surprised at his tone and that he was making the decision. Up until now he had gone along with her every suggestion. "I don't see how."
"Go put the meat on, then come back here and I'll show you."
So now the callboy is giving orders, she thought as she turned to obey. Well, I suppose he has to maintain his masculine image of authority some way.
Placing the steaks on the broiler pan, she shoved it into place, setting the timer for rare. She'd just leave his in after she took hers out.
When she turned to go back to him, he reminded her of a bad boy who'd been sent to sit in the corner, a very bad boy who had horrified his teacher by the size of his unexpected and disrespectful erection.
"Well, show me," she said, fatigue and shakiness forgotten in the insatiable hunger for this golden boy.
"Come closer," he commanded and placed his feet on the floor, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "Now put your hands on my shoulders, straddle my legs and move up on me until you're over my cock."
Too intrigued by what he intended to show resentment at his sudden assumption of command when she was the one paying the bill, Alfreda did as she was told. When she was poised over his upper thighs, Eric brought his legs up under her buttocks, placed his feet back on the rung of the stool and held her there facing him just a few inches from the towering pole she craved.
"All right, now raise up and lower yourself down on it," he said. "Let it penetrate you at your own speed."
Staring down at the huge swaying organ, Alfreda's mouth went slack with lustful anticipation. Eager for the new thrill, she lifted herself until she was hovering over the awesome lance, then used one hand to guide and steady it as she aimed the bulbous head into her pulsing slit. She felt the bulging glans touch the outer fringes of her hair-adorned pubes and then she was gasping with pleasure at the first shocking thrill of contact between man and woman flesh.
"Ohhhhh, what a feeling!" she breathed, rolling her pelvis so her cunt revolved on the tip of the virile cock and closing her eyes to concentrate on the heavenly sensation.
"That's a girl ... that's a good little cock-lover," Eric said, his voice so hard that she opened her eyes to stare at him. But whatever had caused the jeering note was gone instantly and his face was as calm as ever as he urged, "go on. Don't stop now."
Alfreda's eyes drifted closed again, and the red-tufted triangle between her thighs resumed its gentle rotating. "Ah, that's nice. I can feel it rubbing and stretching the mouth of my cunt. It's so big and strong."
"It feels good, doesn't it? It's so big and hard and your tight little cunny has never had anything quite like it."
"No, never," she agreed.
"All right, now use it any way you want," he said. "Roll on it, slam down hard on it ... anything at all. Don't be afraid of hurting me ... just use it to please yourself."
She did. She rolled and rocked on it, letting it sink deeper and deeper, riding it like a happy child on a pogo stick. She let herself slip farther down, feeling the fist-like knob spreading and filling her deliciously, stuffing her full just as it had the first time. Only this time there was no pain and no fear at all, this time it was all unadulterated pleasure, sweet, cunt-filling pleasure.
When she came to rest against Eric's loins, his monstrous prick was pressing against her cervix and she could feel his heavy balls against the edges of her buttocks. Raising upward, she shivered at the feel of it slipping out, almost escaping through the tight portals before she started another descent and felt it come surging back in like some mighty tide beating at the shore.
"You're good, Alfreda ... very good. You know how to enjoy yourself. You're a real woman." She heard his voice and wondered why he was disturbing her concentration. What right had this stranger to come between her and her enjoyment of the magnificent male organ that belonged to her totally, that she never intended to relinquish again?
The thrill of having that huge stake in her, of knowing that if she wanted to she could come crashing down so hard it would tear right through the end of her channel, gave her a tingling sense of danger that added just the perverse touch her imagination needed to present her with a picture of herself dangling unconscious and bleeding on the point of his mighty weapon because she had decided to immolate herself on the cock of her god.
"More ... want more ... more...." Her head lolled to the side and her mouth hung loose and drooling. She had again gone into a state of semi-madness in which the intense sexual stimulation she was receiving was all that mattered. Everything else in her life had ceased to have meaning of any kind.
She rode up and down the engorged phallus, twisting and turning so that its hardness massaged all the nerve endings in her vaginal walls as well as bringing it into contact with the tip of her clitoris. When she had sunk all the way to the roots of his dong, she would lift herself high and come sliding back down at roller-coaster speed, catching herself at the last second to keep her bloody fantasy from coming true.
Eric steadied her to keep her from losing her balance but otherwise let her control and set the pace for the fucking. Alfreda leaned forward so that her whole clit was pressed against the electrifying rod and discovered an extra dimension of carnal bliss when the spongy globes of her breasts bobbed against his face and he licked out with his tongue and drew streaks of fire across the rigid nipples.
THE END was getting close ... very, very close. In just a few minutes she would be shuddering her way through another of those monumental orgasms. She increased the tempo of her screwing until she was wriggling and bouncing like a belly dancer gone berserk, her jutting tits swaying and slapping against Eric's face and her cunt gripping the tower of lust like an ever tightening vise.
She started coming before she realized the climax was really on her. As he felt it begin, Eric jabbed upward into the swirling, clutching vagina and held her in place while the orgasmic convulsions nearly tore her apart.
"Oh, God ... wonderful ... wonderful," Alfreda moaned, falling forward against him. "Love you ... Eric ... love you!"
When the fury of her orgasm was almost over, Eric suddenly spurted hotly into her. As though he had been holding back, waiting for her, he sprayed her inner fires with such force that instead of dousing the flames he caused them to flare up anew and sent her into another violent completion.
Long minutes later, Alfreda raised her head from his shoulder and looked up into the handsome young face. "I meant that. Oh Eric, I think I really meant that."
"Meant what?" he asked.
"That I love you."
"Don't say that!" he said sharply. "You don't mean it and you know it!"
"Maybe I do mean it. How do you know I don't?"
"Because love is impossible between people like us," he said. "You're a rich, spoiled woman with time on your hands, and you decided on a whim to indulge yourself sexually for a few hours with a stranger. That's not love."
"I resent your attitude," she said and squirmed backward, separating cock from cunt, and slid off his lap. "I am not one of the idle rich looking for trouble to get into. I'm active in charity work, social work and political causes. I have plenty to occupy my mind and keep me busy."
"Those are just games to appease a liberal conscience," he said with a shrug. "You're no different basically than any of the rest."
She glared at him angrily. "And I assume that makes you better than I am. What are you, one of the hard-working poor?"
"I have been. I didn't get these muscles lying around swimming pools, you know."
"No, I don't know," she said, crossing to the stove to check the steaks as the timer sounded. "I don't know at all. To the best of my knowledge, you're a callboy, and I'll have to pay for this afternoon's entertainment. Am I wrong?"
"You will have to give me money," he said coolly. "I thought that was understood."
"It was," she said and strode into the living room to pick up her purse. Not wanting to be naked in front of him any longer, she went to the bedroom and put on a long, loosely fitting lounging robe before returning to the kitchen. She set the purse down and poured herself a drink, then turned to face him. .
"All right, what you did was done for pay ... now let's establish a price. What do I owe you?"
"You can give me what you want," he said, sniffing at the smell of steak. "Whatever you think I was worth."
That mollified her a little and she smiled. "If I gave you what you were worth, I'm afraid the Marlowe bank account might be cleaned out."
No answering glint of amusement showed on his face. "Of course, I'll consider the steak part of the price."
Alfreda opened her purse and took out a roll of bills. She didn't usually carry much cash, but she had cashed a large check that morning just in case of an unexpected emergency. "Here," she said, "there's almost two hundred dollars. Is that enough?"
He nodded and took the roll without counting it, went into the living room, stuffed it into the pocket of his swim trunks, put them on and returned to the kitchen. "I'd like something to eat now," he said.
Alfreda made a salad, sliced a loaf of sourdough bread, put the steaks on plates and set places at the breakfast table. They sat down and ate in silence, Eric chewing with a quiet dedication that precluded conversation. Only when he was finished and drinking a cup of coffee did Alfreda return to the subject of their disagreement.
"You still think I couldn't be in love with you?"
"I'm positive," he said, sopping up juice from the meat on a piece of bread. "We come from totally different classes."
"I've never heard anyone so hipped on the subject of class," Alfreda said, watching as he popped the dripping bread into his mouth and smacked his lips appreciatively. "I don't believe society is all that stratified, and even if it is, what has that to do with love?"
"If you're poor in Beverly Hills, you learn pretty fast about class and what overstepping the boundaries can mean. While the kids I came in contact with were sneering at my clothes and the way I talked, my mother was receiving calls to the rooms or bungalows of young playboys, graying producers and over-the-hill movie stars. The services she performed got her nice fresh ten dollar bills to supplement her meager salary."
So his mother was a whore. No wonder he's so bitter.
Alfreda put out a hand and laid it on Eric's. "Look, maybe I'm just romanticizing when I say I'm in love with you, but honestly I've never been so carried away as I was when we made love this afternoon. It's ... well, it's something important. I just know it is."
"Yes," he said, "you like the way I fuck."
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" She squeezed his hand and tried to draw it to her lips but he resisted. "Don't you have any emotions? Haven't you ever loved anyone?"
"Yes. I loved my mother very much and I loved my sister too, but I learned how little that meant when it came right down to the nitty gritty. All nonsense like that was beaten out of me in Beverly Hills and later in San Francisco."
Pity for him stirred in Alfreda. "And you think I couldn't love you because of the sort of life you lead ... because you're a callboy?"
He looked at her in surprise. "I'm not a callboy. Whatever gave you that idea?"
Her mouth fell open. "But you said ... you said Candace Kittridge gave you money and paid your bills. So naturally I thought...."
"You thought that I was the whore and she was...?" For the first time since she'd known him, Eric laughed as though amused. "Oh, that's good! That's funny!"
"Then you're not...?"
"No. Miss Kittridge is the whore. I'm her pimp, or as we in the game say, I'm the player and she's the ho."
"I don't believe you. She's a cultured, well educated woman."
"Yes," Eric said. "I find they make the best kind."
The room seemed to be whirling about Alfreda. She had been willing to accept Eric as a callboy, an unfortunate forced by circumstances to take up a less than honorable profession, but a pimp! Good God! Pimps were the lowest extreme. A youth who through necessity made his living by indulging the sexual whims of the rich in order to survive could appeal to the liberal sentiments of a woman like Alfreda Marlowe . ... But Eric Johnson wasn't the exploited, he was the exploiter!
"But Candace Kittridge is a rich girl ... very rich. Why would she do it? What would possess her to get into something as rotten as this? She doesn't need the money."
"No, she does it to get money to give me," he said matter-of-factly.
"Why? In God's name, why?"
"Because I ask her to, of course."
"You mean you're blackmailing her."
"No. Why would I do that?" he said. "A player doesn't have to blackmail his hos. Besides, how could you blackmail anyone in this day and age? Who would care if I told people that Candace Kittridge liked to fuck Eric Johnson? Movie stars say things like that about themselves every night on the Dick Cavett show."
"But I don't understand. Why would a girl who has everything ... I mean, if she wants to give you money, she has thousands and thousands of dollars she'd never miss."
"Oh, I wouldn't take money like that," Eric said. "My girls have to earn their bread. The money they give me has to come from the gitdown ... from turning tricks."
Alfreda shook her head in confusion. This creature was as alien to her as if he had stepped out of a spaceship from another galaxy. She didn't even understand the language.
"What difference does it make where the money comes from? Money is money whether it comes from her parents or from selling herself to other men."
"You don't know the game," Eric said. "We players have rules and we make our hos obey them."
"You'll have to translate," she said, gulping the rest of her drink and getting up to pour herself another. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"My mother was a call girl," Eric said. "A not very successful, not very high-priced call girl, and she died when she was thirty-five of acute alcoholism. That was eight years ago when I was fifteen. My sister Susan had already gone to live in San Francisco so I went up there to be with her. I was just a kid. I didn't know what to expect, but it didn't take me long to find out she was a ho-that's black Southern English for whore. At first she had a black pimp who treated her okay but then he got into trouble and she was passed on to another pimp who was a sadist. I think he would have killed her if I hadn't helped her get rid of him. By that time I had learned the 'game'. I had a 'front'-fancy clothes, a car, diamonds, a big roll of bills. I had watched and learned how the 'players' control their 'hos' by sexual discipline, how they grant and hold out favors to the prostitute to get her to begin each night's 'stroll' for the 'git-down' with the 'chump' who pays for her service. I learned how to pick out a new ho, to 'turn out' a girl I had 'pulled'. Yes, before I was seventeen I had learned the whole 'game' and could play it well enough so that I could be Susan's pimp."
Alfreda had difficulty swallowing. She stared into Eric's eyes and shivered. Instead of the deep blue she had taken them to be, they now looked like badly rinsed glassware.
"You...." She choked and began again, "You became your own sister's pimp?"
"Should I have left her in the hands of a stranger who mistreated her and would have beat her to death? No way!"
Alfreda didn't want to ask the next question because the implications were too horrible for her to even contemplate. "You said the player keeps his girls in line with sexual discipline-did you do that with your sister?"
"Sex is a ho's business," he said with a shrug. "It doesn't matter to them who it's with."
Alfreda felt sick, physically sick to her stomach. No wonder he possessed the expertise she had marveled at. He had learned to sexually dominate women.
"Is Susan still one of your hos?" she asked past the lump in her throat.
He shook his head. "No. I could see that what we were making was chump's money, and I wanted bigger things. Walking the streets-taking the stroll-wasn't the way, and Susan didn't fit in with the higher version of the game, so we talked it over and picked out a player she dug and I made a pimp's arrest."
"A pimp's arrest?"
"Yeah. You see, the player holds the ho's bond. He's bailed her out when she's been busted by the rollers, and the bond is kind of like a certificate of ownership, and when he wants to pass her on to another player-for a proper compensation, of course-he goes to court and gets his money back. Then the other player puts his money down and the ho is his."
Alfreda's opinion of the youth sank lower. This last admission marked him as a moral leper without any redeeming qualities.
"And after you got rid of Susan, you moved on to the big time ... to Candace Kittridge?"
"To Candace and others," he said. "I have three hos in my stable right now and I intend to add a couple more."
"Are they all girls like Candace...? I mean, real upper crust?"
"Oh, yes. You see, the secret I discovered is that upper class, well-educated, refined, sophisticated women bring in far more money, and they also respond even more positively to the kind of treatment that turns a woman into a good whore."
"I don't believe you," Alfreda said. "Just because you happened to latch onto three well-to-do delinquents doesn't mean that all women
"The upper class woman is much easier to turn on to the life than the lower," he said, overriding her protest with the air of one who speaks the ultimate truth. "The ordinary woman who becomes a whore does so because of economic reasons, but the upper class woman does so because of something basically rotten in her makeup, because she longs for the debasement and degradation of that sort of life, because she knows subconsciously that she deserves what she gets from the chumps and the player."
"That's nonsense!" Alfreda said angrily. "Pure, unadulterated nonsense!"
He shrugged, unruffled. "Of course, I prefer this type of ho to any other because it's fitting revenge. My mother sold her body to the hangers on of the movie industry, my sister sold hers to the man in the street-both of them poor, working class women exploited by the system. Most whores are poor women selling themselves to the rich. Now I'm reversing that. My hos are all upper class girls who give the money they make selling their bodies to a working stiff. One is a social worker, another the daughter of a millionaire, the third the wife of a famous Hollywood producer-Candace, Prudence and Gabriella-they're my hos. The exploiters are being exploited."
He's crazy, Alfreda decided. He has to be. After all, a young boy who found out that both his mother and sister were prostitutes would have undergone a terrible psychic shock, so it's no wonder he's a little insane.
"And these women who work for you, don't they have any rights at all?"
"Oh, yes, they have the right to expect that I'll bail them out if they get busted, which in the case of the ladies in my string is highly un-likely, and they have the right to expect me not to chippy on them ... that is, not fuck another woman without payment."
"But you fucked me."
Eric smiled and it was as though a curtain of ice had crossed his placid face briefly. "Yes, I did, and you gave me money for it, didn't you?"
"Yes, but you just said you wouldn't take money a woman hadn't earned with her body. That was my husband's money, you know."
"I know. But the first time it doesn't matter where the money comes from," he said, his cold blue eyes boring into hers. "That's called 'choosing money', that's what the player gets from the new ho after he's pulled her and 'taken her application.' I took your application, Mrs. Marlowe, and now I'm ready to 'turn you out'."
CHAPTER THREE
I think I'm going to scream, Alfreda thought as she stared back at the big blonde youth. He thinks that I, Alfreda Marlowe, wife of one of San Francisco's most famous trial lawyers ... Alfreda Marlowe nee Van Husing, daughter of Samuel Van Husing, architect, and Maryanne Moore of the Tiburon Moores ... I who graduated cum laude from Stanford ... am going to become a whore for him! This boy is bananas! Maybe he's more to be pitied than blamed, but he's insane and I want nothing more to do with him!
She got to her feet. "I think you'd better leave, Mr. Johnson, or whatever your name is. You've been paid for your services, now get out."
Another arctic smile crossed his face. "Didn't you enjoy what I did, Mrs. Marlowe?"
"That's beside the point," Alfreda said. "I want you to leave. I hope you understand that this is a categorical refusal of your ... your offer, if that's what you call it."
"That's all right. I knew you'd refuse. They all refuse at first."
"And now, I suppose, you intend to blackmail me?"
He shook his head. "No need to. You'll come to me of your own free will and offer to be turned out. You'll do it as soon as you discover you can't do without the kind of sex I introduced you to this afternoon."
Alfreda's temper flared. "Get out! You are the most conceited, most contemptible creature it has ever been my misfortune to meet! You have been turned down ... turned down flat! Now get out of my house!"
"Sure, he said calmly, getting to his feet, "but first there's one more little thing, one more bit of loving for you to remember me by."
She screamed as he reached out and ripped the silk robe off her with one swipe of his big hand. She screamed again when he grabbed her by a leg and an arm and slung her over his shoulders and strode out of the kitchen with her dangling like a pig being taken to market. He located a bedroom, kicked open the door and tossed her none too gently onto the bed.
"Don't you dare come near me!" she screeched, breasts rising and falling rapidly with fear and a sick kind of anticipation as she watched him strip off his shorts. "This will be rape, and you know what they do to rapists!"
"Rape? Don't put me on, Mrs. Marlowe. There's no need for me to rape a woman I've already fucked three or four times."
She tried to roll to the far side of the bed but he leaped and landed half on top of her, grabbing her hair and twisting her head so that she was looking directly up into his face. "Now you are going to find out how many interesting ways there are to be fucked. One more rich lady is going to learn what fun it is to be a ho."
"Please, leave me alone," she pleaded. "I'll give you more money if that's what you want."
"I don't want your money," he said.
"I'll scream," she said as he forced her thighs apart with his knees and pinned them down with his powerful legs.
"Go ahead and scream," he said, "but you went to a lot of trouble to point out to me on the drive up here how far from everything it is ... how remote and how private."
She closed her mouth, knowing that what he said was only too true.
He laughed, and the sound was more like a curse or a snarl. "Here, I'll give you something to scream about." He lifted a big hand and smashed it open-palmed across her face, following the blow with a backhand that exploded in her face like a skyful of bursting stars.
"Please ... don't ... leave me alone," she pleaded, tasting the salt of blood on her lip. "Don't hit me ... I'm not used to being hit."
"This is really a day of discovery for you, isn't it?" he sneered, and hit her again. "Now open up those legs! I'm going to fuck you, bitch, like you've been wanting to be fucked all your life."
She thrashed about under him, getting her hands free and trying to scratch his face, but this time a blow landed on the side of her head and she nearly blacked out. Lying there helpless, shocked and dazed, she felt his strong body crushing hers to the mattress.
"I said open up, bitch! I want to show you what a good little ho you really are!"
His fingers pried roughly at the tender flesh of her cunt, and that grating laugh sounded again. "Ha! You want it! You put up a big pretense of fighting but what you really want is cock!"
Alfreda tried desperately to roll out from under him but all it got her was another blow over her left eye. Her head reeled. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. The easy, money-cushioned existence she had lived all her life hadn't prepared her for this. Men in her class just didn't beat their women. The pain from the blows was nothing compared to the psychic trauma being hit by a man was producing in her.
With one eye half-closed and blood on her lip, she stared up at him with the same kind of helpless fascination with which the rabbit regards the snake.
"Please ... don't ... don't hurt me any more," she whimpered.
"Quit blubbering or I'll really lay one on you," Eric said, pushing her legs wide with his flanks. "So far all you've had are love taps."
She tried to stifle her sobs but they came unbidden, and with them came a flurry of blows, hard, hurting blows that left her battered and silent, hovering once again on the edge of consciousness.
And on the heels of the battering about her face came the battering of her cunt. Before he had been gentle and kind, easing into her without pain, but now he used his cock like a punishing weapon. The flaring, sensitive lips of her pussy were flattened and pulled cruelly by the heavy pole of man flesh.
Eric rammed into her and she screamed at the brutality of the attack. He hunched forward and drove at her again, and a burning, tearing sensation ripped through her as the uncaring cock smashed deep, carrying part of the outside flesh in with it. She whimpered and sobbed but Eric obviously was unmoved by her pain. Time after time he drove his prick savagely in to the limit, purposely adding to her suffering and humiliation.
But the worst of all this horror was the fact that her body was responding to the violent fucking. The clawing need deep in her cunt rapidly grew into a raging monster of lust she had no hope of controlling. The smarting and aching of her face faded into insignificance before the evil pleasure his brutal assault was creating. She cried out in protest against the terrible knowledge, but the cries turned to moans at the pathological joy of being used so basely.
"You love it! You're a natural born ho! You love being beaten into submission and made to fuck!" Eric's words were contemptuous as his long, thick spike drove into her furiously, slamming against her cervix and almost forcing it up inside her womb.
"Tell me how much you love it, ho!" he snarled, belting her again.
The vicious fucking and unprovoked cuffing sent alternating waves of pain, shame and unbearable lust crashing through her. It was the blows as much as the pounding in her burning cunt that triggered the soul-shattering orgasm that unhinged her ... that started her to screaming hysterically and flopping like a gaffed fish caught on the great hook of his cock.
Her head rocked from side to side, batting against the coverlet while her hands beat at it and the screams subsided into great wracking sobs. Eric didn't say a word, didn't even seem astonished by the wildness of her release. He didn't stop either. He kept slamming at her, harder and harder, until the bed creaked in protest and loud slurping sounds resulted from his repeated screwing into the flooding channel of her cunt.
He lifted the limp body with his big hands around the waist, letting head and arms loll as though broken while he pumped into the clutching tube and stirred up fresh throbbings of lust in the all but unconscious woman.
Alfreda had regressed into a thing, a mindless appendage to a cunt. It was her destiny to be nothing but an attachment to the mighty pole of pleasure that rose like a majestic tree from the golden moss of Eric's pubes.
She was propelled across the bed by the bruising thrusts, slammed against the headboard and trapped there while the unmerciful humping went on and on. All sense of self had disappeared, swallowed up by the fury of the man's domination. She had no idea of how long it went on before the frothing sea of passion overcame her again. She knew only that the obscene howling was coming from her own throat and that this time Eric was joining her in gut-rending completion. She felt the hot spurt of his sperm-load spraying her spasming depths as she blasted off into flame-tinged darkness.
She awoke to the feel of a cold, wet towel slapping against her face and a jeering voice calling her name.
"All right, Alfreda, wake up! Come on, you spoiled, degenerate bitch! Wake up, I got something for you!"
She opened her puffy, swollen eyes part way. She ached as she had never ached before. Her face stung and hurt all over, and her cunt burned and throbbed almost unbearably.
"What ... what do you want?" she mumbled . and winced as the cut on her lip pulled as she shaped the words.
Eric was kneeling astride her, his reddened prick as monstrously erect as before. "I want you to suck me off," he said. "Give me a real, first class, whore-type blow job."
Alfreda's eyes came wide open and her stomach churned with nausea. She knew women who bragged about doing this but had never had any desire to do it herself, not even for Mark. It wasn't that she considered it immoral or abnormal, it was just that she disliked the thought of taking a man's penis in her mouth, and to have to lick it or suck on it offended her sensibilities.
"No," she said. "No!"
"Don't say no to me or I'll kill you," Eric said. "Your face is a mess now but it'll heal and be good as new in a day or two. If I really work you over, you'll never be able to look in a mirror again without screaming."
The threat set off tremors of terror inside Alfreda, and the terror was matched by the fear of what would happen if he insisted on jamming that big cock into her mouth. She'd choke to death. No one could take that much solid meat in her mouth and not choke.
Eric moved up on her, his legs gripping her rib cage. He bunched her breasts together and squeezed them between his thighs so they made a cushion for his heavy testicles.
"Let's get with it, ho! Suck cock and suck it good and maybe I'll give you a big fat reward ... like letting you swallow a couple of gallons of come."
Revulsion swept through Alfreda, making her stomach churn. She was sure she was going to vomit as the sticky tower of hot man flesh moved relentlessly toward her face. She could smell the musky aroma rising from his balls and see the slimy residue coating the bobbing monster. There was another odor too, a lighter, spicier scent that she knew must be her own juice. She was going to be sick ... very, very sick. She might even die.
"Here you go, cock-lover," he said, butting the drooling tip against her tightly closed lips. "Open up and eat your lollipop."
She tried to turn her head aside but he tangled steel-like fingers in her red hair and jerked her head back where he wanted it.
"Don't pull any tricks on me, ho! You're going to suck cock if I have to break your jaw and jam it so far down your throat that it comes out your ass!"
Alfreda sucked in her breath in fear as she felt the menacing weight of the shaft beat at her face. The raw heat of it radiated in all directions, and as she recoiled from it, she was revolted to discover that mixed with her fear and disgust at the prospect of taking it in her mouth was another growing sensation-sexual excitement.
"Blow, ho, blow!" Eric repeated over and over as he batted at her face with the bludgeon of his maleness.
The fleshy rod hit surprisingly hard, stinging Alfreda's cheeks, and doing something else she disliked even more. It started a watering in her mouth, created an urge-a vile, disgraceful urge-to have all that steaming man meat crammed between her lips.
Eric tightened his grip on her hair and tilted her head back. "Try it, you'll like it!"
Never ... never! I won't do it! He can't make me even if my dirty mouth does want to betray me!
But she really didn't have any choice. The hand in her hair held her head firmly in place and the fingers of the other one squeezed on either side of her jaw, forcing it open and breaking the barrier of her teeth.
Alfreda sobbed in horror as the massive organ was shoved into her mouth, the hot slippery flesh filling the reluctant receptacle, scraping against the roof of her mouth, pushing her tongue back until she thought it was going to be crammed down her throat.
Her mind was befogged. The revulsion that filled her at this crude penetration was struggling with a mushrooming need to accept and caress the gross stalk, to close her bruised lips around it and suck.
"I was right about you. You're a cock-lover from the word go." Eric's tone was derisive as he fucked the cock in and out of her mouth aggressively, ramming it to the back of her throat, butting it against her soft palate. "Now do what you want to do ... suck it! Suck me dry!"
She couldn't make a sound. She couldn't move. All she could do was lie there with her cheeks puffed out and her eyes glazed.
"You want it all the way down your throat? You want me to choke you to death with it?"
She tried to shake her head no but he pretended not to notice and the rigid mace sank deeper. Hard, cruel flesh filled her like a stopper, moving with glacial slowness to cut off her air.
"You'd better start sucking," he said, "start sucking before it's too late!"
Sheer raw terror held Alfreda in its grip. In just a matter of seconds he would be so deep in her throat that she wouldn't be able to work her muscles to suck.
"Better start, whore, while you still can," he warned, drawing back a little and then ramming in to shove her tongue out of the way and slam past the tiny dangling bit of membrane at the back of her mouth and stuff her throat with that thick gristly cock. His balls pressed hard against her chin, and her nose was buried in wiry blonde pubic hair that scratched at her upper lip.
She had to suck. There was nothing else to do. She managed to work her tongue around the mighty pole and began to lick at it. Her mouth and throat contracted and started a strong sucking motion, and Eric expelled his breath in a harsh explosive sound.
"That's it ... that's the way! I knew you knew how! Cocksucking .comes natural to you rich broads! The pattern in engraved on your dirty, rotten souls!"
She didn't understand his irrational hatred for wealthy people. She for one had never ground her heel in the faces of the poor. In fact, she had always been more than willing to do all she could to help them. Social work and political causes had taken up a great deal of her time and energy, and now she was being called vile names and treated like a capitalist exploiter by this crazy whore-master.
But at the moment, she didn't have time to waste on Eric's peculiar hangups. She had to concentrate on pleasing him if she wanted to come out of this alive. Compressing her soft lips around the mammoth prick, she moved them against its bloated mass, hoping the feel of her squishy, pulpy tongue would calm and soothe the invading beast. She worked the squirmy wet length of saliva-dripping tongue all over the hot, throbbing flesh, snaking it along the enveined surface like a fast moving eel. Keeping the hole of her throat relaxed and undulating, she found she could accommodate the huge cock much better than she had expected.
What she didn't expect and didn't want began to happen too. The strong odor of male and female juices and the pulsing heat of Eric's insatiable penis within the distended cavern of her mouth excited her tremendously and there was no way she could keep it from affecting her. The perverse thrill of being fucked in the mouth was overwhelming, causing her salivating glands to produce profusely, and she heard herself making liquidy, gurgly, swallowing sounds deep down in her throat and chest. She was ashamed of the obscene noises but at the same time found them strangely and excitingly erotic.
Putting just enough tension into her lips so they formed a substitute sheath, she held her head still for a few minutes and let him screw in and out of its warm wetness while wild carnal sensations kited along her nerves to the farthest reaches of her body. Her whole pelvic area was a swirling cauldron of incomparable sensual perception. A gnawing anguish mixed with a glowing sense of acute pleasure clawed at her vitals and she knew that the final result would be yet another tempestuous orgasm.
Eric was grunting with pleasure, pulling out and driving back into her with a force that bounced her head on the mattress.
"How about that hot-mouth? That's as good as a cunt any day," he said, balls thudding against her pursed lips as though he would force them too into her mouth along with the gigantic prick.
But it didn't matter to Alfreda. He could put his balls in her mouth if he wanted to. She'd suck them too. Her mouth hungered for his flesh and she sucked and nibbled at it as though it were the choicest of delicacies.
The liquid slurping sounds grew louder and Eric's breathing heavier. He never lost control completely or gave way entirely to passion but there were certain bodily reactions that he had to permit and respond to. He could threaten and coerce her with his brutal maleness but when she complied with his orders and served him not only efficiently but with lascivious enthusiasm, his body insisted on behaving like any normal man's. He might have developed his domination of women into a fine art but in practicing it, he couldn't keep from getting more and more worked up and lunging faster and faster as the lewd act approached its foregone conclusion. The pale pink flesh of her inner lips came into view, glistening wetly, every time he dragged outwards, and her white throat noticeably expanded and swelled every time he shoved in to the hilt. The sight seemed to inflame him, and Alfreda sucked harder, making her mouth a suction cup to draw his life force into her.
He lurched and groaned loudly, and Alfreda felt the increased urgency of his ponderous strokes and knew he was about to come. Any notion she had of pulling away was foiled by his hands gripping her head tightly while a river of hot jism shot into her mouth. For just an instant, she thought she was going to gag on the viscous fluid that pooled at the back of her throat but then the incredible eroticism of what she was taking part in hit her and suddenly she was gulping at the spurting flood. A great shudder ran down the length of her body and to her surprise and lustful jubilation she knew she was coming just from the weird, twisted pleasure of having him ejaculate in her mouth.
Eric collapsed and lay on top of her when it was over, but he recovered quickly and sat up, withdrawing his dripping cock from between her lips.
"Hey, you are some hot bitch!" ho said. "You got your jollies just from sucking me off, didn't you? I never saw that happen before. You really are a whore."
Alfreda shut her eyes, shaken and debased by what had happened. She loathed this callous youth but she loathed herself even more for the way she had responded and groveled while he degraded and shamed her.
"Will you go now?" she asked and discovered that in addition to all her other bruises she now had a sore throat.
"Yes, I think it's about time to leave. I'll hitchhike back to the hotel. Now get up and walk me to the door like a proper hostess."
Feeling too weak and depressed to bother, Alfreda ignored him.
His foot lashed out twice and she found herself sitting on the floor.
"You jump when I tell you to do something!" he said, kicking her again as she tried to crawl away. "Now on your feet! Walk to the door with me and tell me how long it will be before you come begging to be turned out."
Alfreda scrambled to her feet and stood swaying, her eyes wide with fear. "You ... you're crazy! You're never going to see me again! Never!"
He looked at her, eyes like blue ice, as he picked up his trunks and got into them. "I wouldn't count on that if I were you."
"All I have to do is pick up that phone and call the police and you'll be in jail where you belong!"
He laughed. "I won't even bother to yank the thing out of the wall," he said. "I know you think you'll call the cops the minute I'm gone but you won't. What you'll really do is cry yourself to sleep, telling yourself you're a respectable married woman, a lady, and you have no intention of becoming a whore. And tomorrow morning, you'll be just as certain, especially since you'll feel like you've been dragged through a littered alley on your face, but pretty soon you'll start remembering how you felt when I slapped you around, how you felt when I fucked you and how you came with my cock in your mouth. Then you'll start getting wet in the crotch just thinking about it and before very long you won't be able to think about anything else. Then you'll come to me."
"No!" she cried. "No! No! No!"
"Yes. I could throw a robe around you, tie you up and drive you back to the hotel with me and put you to work right now if I wanted to. You'd cry and protest but you'd go. I'm not going to make it that easy for you. You're a stuck-up, fancy-assed, college-graduate rich bitch, and I want to rub your nose in the fact that you'll willingly sell that high class body of yours to get mine. So I'm going to leave you here to think about it, to suffer until you can't stand it any longer. Then you'll take your fucking pride in your hands and come running to beg me to fuck you, to beat you and make you suck my cock."
"I've never heard anything so stupid and vile in my life," Alfreda said with all the dignity she could muster as she followed him down the hall and into the living room.
"Okay, wait and see," he said.
"You wait and see! I'll have you arrested for rape and criminal assault. My body is my evidence. No one would doubt me for a minute when they see how you've brutalized me."-
"Yeah, sure," he said, "and now you listen to this-when you come to Candace's suite, I want you dressed in a skin-tight black dress, no bra, black net stockings, black lace crotchless panties and the highest heels you can buy. And when you get there looking like the ho you're going to become, I'm going to beat the shit out of you and you'll love it. Then I'm going to turn you out. With Candace and the other two helping, I'll put you through a session of sexual use and abuse that will totally dehumanize you and make you fit for the life. I want you to know what's going to happen when you get there so that you'll know just how rotten and degenerate you are when you give in and come to me."
He was gone then, leaving her staring at the door in shock and horror. Shaking with weakness, she staggered toward the telephone. She'd call the police. They'd pick him up before he got back to the hotel. What a fool he was to think he could get away with a thing like this! What a fool!
CHAPTER FOUR
She'd show Mister Eric Johnson! He'd lose some of his arrogance when he ended up in jail charged with rape. She was a firm believer in seeing that the laws against rape were enforced and lately she'd been hearing so many stories about girls being raped and then being afraid or ashamed of going to the police. Well, she wasn't afraid, and with the influential friends she had, she'd see that Eric Johnson got what he had coming to him.
She started toward the phone but suddenly had a second thought. She was naked. She'd better go put a housecoat on before she made the call. There was no telling how quickly the police might get here.
Seething inside at the insults and degradation to which she had been put, Alfreda hurried into the bedroom, pausing before the mirror to stare at her puffy mouth and the beginning of a beautiful shiner over one eye. Gingerly she ran her tongue over her teeth and found one a little loose and another one slightly chipped.
"My God, I've been beaten! Alfreda Marlowe has been beaten by a man, by a pimp!"
She couldn't believe the events of the past few hours had actually taken place even when she looked at the condition of her face and smelled the reek of male and female jism that still filled the room.
"No wonder he thought I'd agree to become a whore," she muttered as she stared at the rumpled, sweaty bed, "I acted like one."
Her tongue moved along her lips as she relived the whorish thing she had done. I took him in my mouth ... I permitted him to use my mouth like a ... oh, hell, face it! I sucked his cock! There was still a salty tang on her lips, the traitorous lips that had sucked and sucked and sucked until that river of come had jetted into her mouth. That taste on her lips was Eric's come! It had to be!
Damn, damn, damn, what's the matter with me? I must be going crazy! I better go on and call the police.
Again she stopped in front of the mirror and looked at her high-breasted, slim-waisted body. Several bruises where she'd been punched or kicked were starting to show. At least there wouldn't be any lack of evidence. Just wait until the police saw the welts he'd raised on her. Oh Lord, would she have to show the bruises to them?
She shuddered at the thought of smirking detectives viewing her brutalized body. She had always been rather contemptuous of police and now she was going to have to throw herself on their mercy. Suppose they didn't believe her? Suppose they sneered and made suggestive remarks like they had to that college girl who had been raped while hitchhiking, the one who had lectured on woman's responsibility in self-defense at the last NOW meeting she had attended.
But that was nonsense, she told herself. She was a respectable married woman, her husband a well-known lawyer. If she told the police she'd been raped, they would believe her, and a doctor would be the only one who'd look at her bruises.
Then she remembered something else. The doctor would want to take a smear or something of the contents of her vagina to ascertain if there was semen present. So she had better not bathe until she had seen the doctor. For some reason that thought made her shiver.
She stood there in front of the mirror, staring at her nakedness, attention fixed on the fluff of red hair that covered her pubes. It was matted and sticky, and so were her thighs, from the repeated soaking it had been subjected to by Eric's numerous orgasms. She couldn't stay like that. It was disgusting to be so saturated with that man's jism. Even to prove she had been raped, she couldn't stay this way. It would be like carrying around part of him inside her for days and....
Who said anything about not washing for days? She was going to call the police right now and it would only be an hour or so before she would be seeing the doctor. And after he examined her, he would shake his wise gray head and say, "Yes, indeed, Mrs. Marlowe, you have been raped, the evidence of it fills your poor abused, inflamed vagina."
Because it was inflamed, the lips were all swollen from the force of his poundings, and it was possible the doctor could find rips and lacerations if he looked close enough and used one of those lighted probes or ... uhgh, what a revolting thought! Why couldn't they just take a woman's word for it? It was just like that college girl had said-they put a woman through a worse ordeal than she'd already been through because they were all rapists themselves at heart.
And what if they said she hadn't been raped?
That she'd picked up that pimp of her own free will, had fucked him of her own free will, had sucked his cock of her own free will and had come from the perverted pleasure of it? No, they wouldn't say that ... not when they saw her bruises and everything.
She reached for a negligee, the primest one she could find, and slipped it on. She would call the police right now, right this minute, and stop these ridiculous fantasies from running through her mind. Once she had made the call, she'd feel better. She would know she had done her best, not only for herself but for her fellow women, all of her sisters who could find themselves in situations very much like hers.
She had almost reached the phone when she began to wonder what the police would do to Eric. They were so brutal and repressive. A boy like Eric wouldn't stand a chance. Suppose they used the third degree on him? For all his size and strength and outward toughness, there was something sensitive about Eric, something maybe just a little weak ... or perhaps she meant brittle. Whatever, the thought of his handsome face being pounded into a pulp upset her, and suppose they beat him over the kidneys as she'd heard they did, or, heaven forbid, kicked him in the balls?
The phone was in her hand and she was about to push the buttons when she thought about how terrible the prisons were-breeding places for homosexuality and schools for crime. She put the phone back on the hook and sat staring at it for five minutes before she turned away. I know that after the way he punched me around, he doesn't deserve the least bit of sympathy, but I can't do it ... I can't turn him in.
Subconsciously she knew that her concern for other women, her pretended fear of sadistic police and horror at prison conditions were only cover-ups for her real reason for not making that telephone call, but she realized it would be best not to probe too deeply for her true motives. She knew she wouldn't like the answers she might find in any such self-analysis.
What I'd better do is take a shower and go to bed. Maybe I'll feel differently in the morning. She started toward the bathroom but stopped suddenly, her hand going to her mouth. My God, he said I wouldn't be able to call the police! Does that mean...?
She shook her head until strands of hair whipped about her face. No, no, no! Just because I have a social conscience and don't want to see a young man who's been driven into crime by society jailed and brutalized doesn't mean I liked the way he treated me! And it certainly doesn't mean I'm going to show up at that Kittridge woman's suite and let him turn me on or out or whatever it was he said!
His exact words came back to her. "Then you'll take your fucking pride in your hands and come running to beg me to fuck you, to beat you and make you suck my cock!"
"No!" she almost screamed as she ran into the bathroom. "No way! I'm going to wash his smell off me before I go crazy!"
She turned the shower on and stood staring down at herself while she waited for the water to get hot. Her nostrils dilated and she trembled as she sniffed the musky aroma that drifted up from the carroty patch of hair at the base of her belly. Her legs bent outward, spreading the mouth of her vagina, and the reek of sex filled the bathroom.
"Oh God, what's wrong with me?" she moaned and stepped quickly into the shower, reaching for the soap. "I'll wash it away ... I'll scrub myself until I'm clean and then I'll get dressed and go back to the city and Mark."
The hot water stung and the soap burned her bruised flesh but she felt calmer and more like herself when she finished. She had just finished patting herself dry when the telephone rang.
Fear clutched at her heart at its strident summons. Suppose it was Eric. Suppose he was calling to reinforce his demand and show his power over her. Well, she just wouldn't talk to him. She'd let the damn thing ring itself off the hook. She'd show him what she thought of him, how wrong he was about her!
But even as the words went through her mind, she was running to the phone, naked and with breasts jiggling wildly.
"Hello." Why did her voice sound so eager? As though a lover were calling?
"Hello, darling," a man's voice said, and for one ridiculous moment she didn't recognize it, so much had happened since the last time she had heard it. Then she reacted too quickly to keep the disappointment from being noticeable. "Oh, it's you."
"Who did you think it would be?" her husband asked, sounding hurt and a little angry.
"I'm sorry, darling," Alfreda said hastily. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. It's just that I was in the shower and I was afraid it was Meg Bradford calling to gossip for a half hour or so."
"I'm sorry I got you out of the shower," Mark said. "Would you rather I called back?"
"No, of course not. That is, not unless it will embarrass you to talk to a naked woman in her bedroom."
"Embarrassed?" Mark laughed. "I can't think of any way I'd rather catch you. Maybe I'll come right down."
He talks a great fight, the thought came unbidden to Alfreda.
"Yes, why don't you do that," she said, trying to fight off the vivid comparison between her husband's lovemaking and Eric's that flashed through her mind like a speeded up film.
"There's nothing I'd like better, darling, but you know what my case load is like right now."
Alfreda was conscious of a feeling of relief so strong that it startled her. She hadn't been aware that she was so bored with Mark.
"So I thought maybe you'd like to come back to the city tomorrow. I get awfully lonely here without you."
Alfreda looked down at her body. More bruises were starting to show up, including some beauties on her thighs where Eric had gripped her with fingers of steel and used his hard-muscled legs to force her wider open for his use.
How could she explain those? She could laugh off the shiner by saying she had run into a door or something but those marks on her thighs couldn't be mistaken for anything but what they were. She couldn't possibly let Mark see her until the bruises faded and she recovered from the savage attack. "Well ... I really would like to stay a few days longer," she said. "The air is so fresh and clean and the sound of the sea is so soothing. I'm just beginning to get relaxed and feel like a human being again."
"Yes, dear, I understand. I know how you love Big Sur. I was just being selfish." Mark's voice was disappointed but he was a person who tried to make the best of things as they were and he wouldn't argue.
It made her feel like a heel, and sometimes she wished he wouldn't be so damned understanding.
"Do you have anything planned for tonight?" Mark asked. "Are you seeing the Belmonts or the Ferrises or any of the gang?"
"No, I've kind of been avoiding all of them," Alfreda said, suppressing a hysterical giggle at the thought of appearing in front of their friends with a mouse under one eye, a chipped tooth and a cut lip. "In fact, I'm going to do an unheard of thing-I'm going to bed before eleven and get a good night's sleep so I can ride in the morning."
"Mark, it's getting kind of cold standing here in the buff," she said, knowing he was just going on talking because he was reluctant to hang up. "Do you mind if we kind of cut this short?"
"Oh, darling, I'm sorry. I do hope you don't catch cold. I'm awfully sorry. Goodnight, dear."
"Goodnight," she said and hung up but something inside her was shouting Don't be sorry! Oh God, don't always be so sorry!
Passing the mirror, she stopped to stare at herself again. Not only were there black and blue spots on the inside of her thighs but the flesh on the curved mound of her womanhood was darker than usual and the puffed up labia were off color too.
"Good Lord, a shiner on the pussy!" she said and this time let the giggle escape. "What does one do for a cunt mouse? Put a raw steak on it?"
What she was going to do was take a nice big sleeping pill and sleep around the clock, she decided. There would be no horseback riding in the morning either. Her bottom felt sore as it was.
Turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder, she saw clear fingerprints on the pink and white skin of her buttocks.
We don't need any Sherlock Homes in this case. The bum left evidence all over my body.
The sleeping pill knocked her out quickly but didn't produce the dreamless rest she was hoping for. She tossed and turned on the fresh sheets, rolling and sweating and dreaming. The dreams were horrible or fascinating, depending on the point of view, but they all concerned sex and all involved Eric plus other unknown men he was forcing her to service.
She saw herself lying on a bed, arms and legs flung wide, while Eric stood over her naked, his grotesquely massive genitals hanging down to almost touch her white belly. She saw him grinning evilly as he pushed his big toe between the lips of her cunt and started shoving it roughly in and out. She saw herself writhing in pleasure at the unorthodox fucking and begging for more. Then she was flipped over onto her hands and knees, and Eric was mounting her from behind like a dog would a bitch. She felt the thick meat of his cock ram between her tender thighs, butt against the narrow strip of flesh between anus and cunt and force open the tight entrance to her pussy. She whimpered in her sleep as the hard knob shoved beyond the labia and drove up the slippery channel to beat against her cervix. Eric's muscular thighs hammered at her buttocks, and her own scream of pleasure awakened her from the lustful dream.
Frightened and ashamed of the intensity of passion that shook her, Alfreda sat up in bed, holding the sheet around her and rocking back and forth in her misery. When she had calmed a little, she looked at the clock and saw it was only a quarter past two. She had to get some sleep. She'd be a nervous wreck by dawn if this kept up. Making her way shakily to the bathroom, she downed another sleeping pill, went back to bed and forced herself to lie without thinking until drowsiness once more overwhelmed her.
The dreams began again almost at once. She was standing on a dais, stripped down to bra, pantihose and platform-soled, high-heeled clogs. A spotlight was focused on her, and she could hear whispered comments from an audience she couldn't see. The faceless watchers were talking about her legs and breasts and speculating as to whether her pubic hair would prove to be the same color as that on her head.
A man's voice ordered her to remove the bra, and knowing it was Eric, she dared not resist the command. Raising her hands, she unhooked the garment but turned away from the onlookers as she let it drop.
"Show them the tits, baby!" the voice ordered harshly. "Show the people the tits!"
Slowly Alfreda's hands came up under her high breasts and she moved toward the front of the little stage, lifting the creamy globes out toward the unseen audience. She rubbed her thumbs across the pink nipples until they swelled and turned into throbbing peaks, and there was applause from the faceless watchers as well as chants of, "More! More! We want more!"
"Show them more, Freddy-girl!" Eric's voice said. "Show the chumps all of you!"
Alfreda stepped out of the exaggerated stripper's shoes and kicked them out into the audience. Then her fingers slid under the waistband of the pantihose and began easing the nylon sheath down over her belly and hips to the cheers and whistles of the crowd.
"Take it off, take it off," someone singsonged as the roll of nylon exposed her navel and then the first stray tendrils of reddish pubic hair.
"Take it all off, Freddy." No one had ever in her life called her Freddy, but somehow it seemed to fit now. And somehow it wasn't only that commanding voice that kept her rolling the pantihose lower and lower. It was a deep excitement rising from the farthest reaches of her womanhood, it was the quickening flow of vaginal secretions that made her want to strip herself totally for this mob of leering men.
She could hear the half sigh, half grunt of collective lust that went up, and it sent an answering thrill of lust through her body.
They want me ... every man out there wants my body. They want to plunge their aching cocks into my simmering cunt because I'm the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.
The roll of nylon was down past the forested pubic mound now and she quickly stripped the hose off her legs and tossed the balled up garment aside. Then she straightened and stood there with what seemed like thousands of eyes on her, savoring the thrill of their concerted lust. I'm a woman ... for the first time in my life I'm all woman. Every man who sees me wants me. My body is a magnet for all their lust, and their cocks are swollen with the need to plunge into my cunt.
She was dancing sensually, suggestively, now, hands above her head and breasts jiggling as she rolled her buttocks and moved across the stage to display herself fully to all eyes.
"Come and get it, boys! It's all yours! There's plenty of this stuff for everybody!"
The crowd roared its approval, and Alfreda spread her thighs wide and bent backward, exposing the rose-on-rose glory of her cunt. The roar became constant as she reached with both hands and pulled the ruffled labia apart so they could stare into the liquaceous depths of her innermost being.
"Bids are open, gentlemen. What am I offered for this rich, beautiful, pampered young woman? What will you pay for the use of her perfumed and pliable body?" Eric's voice sounded hollow and far away.
"A hundred and fifty dollars," someone said and was hooted down.
"Five hundred dollars for one hour with her," another man shouted.
"A thousand for the night!" called a third.
So now I'm a whore, Alfreda thought in her dream. Well, at least I'm a high class one!
"Two thousand dollars'."
"Three!"
Alfreda had backed up against a table that had somehow appeared on the dais, and lifting her buttocks onto the edge of it, she spread her thighs farther apart for the benefit of the bidders.
"Five thousand dollars!" A voice yelled from close at hand, and a huge bearded man in a top hat, cutaway coat and no pants leaped up onto the stage with his large, engorged genitals bouncing and swaying.
"Five thousand dollars for one fuck!" the top-hatted man said, forcing a handful of money up Alfreda's open cunt and moving between her thighs to follow it with his long, thick prick.
Alfreda was panting with unrestrained lust as the bearded man penetrated her and she saw a dozen others lining up behind him with their rigid cocks in their hands, waiting to fuck her when he was through.
She woke up gasping and squirming and with a wetness between her thighs that shocked and dismayed her.
"I must be going crazy," she whispered as she sat up and stared at the clock. "I've never had dreams like that before or had this problem of being constantly squishy either."
She got up and went into the bathroom to wash the offending dampness away. Pulling on a robe, she went into the living room, mixed herself a stiff drink and sat down to read. There wasn't any point in taking another sleeping pill if she was going to have dreams like that. She'd rather not sleep at all.
The book was one she'd been meaning to find time to read for weeks and ordinarily would have held her enthralled, but now she couldn't finish one page without her mind drifting off onto the subject that obsessed her.
She thought about how she had felt when she had been pinned under Eric's hard young body. She thought about how it had been with his face between her thighs and his eager, educated tongue bringing her to orgasm. She thought about how he had showed her how to use him for her own pleasure in the kitchen. And most of all, she thought about how helpless she had been when he forced the massive cylinder of his cock into her mouth. She remembered the revulsion and how it had changed to pleasure and then to mindless lust as she sucked him off.
Damn it, I've got to forget about it! Forget the whole episode, put it behind me!
Gulping the last of her drink, she went to pour herself another. She glanced at her watch and noted that it would be light in another hour.
Wow, the sun isn't even up yet and I'm on my second drink. Talk about problem drinkers!
She grinned wryly, but there wasn't anything funny about the condition she was in. Pacing up and down because she couldn't bear to sit still, she finally opened the sliding glass door and went out on the terrace, hoping the pre-dawn chill would cool the unwelcome heat that coursed through her at even the faintest thought of yesterday's activities.
This is terrible! What's happening to me? I'm behaving like some kind of nymphomaniac or something. I can feel the vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing as though they were holding a man's penis. It's such a strange wanting sensation, a craving that can never be satisfied. Oh God, what kind of wanton am I becoming?
As the first streaks of dawn brightened the eastern sky, she threw off the robe and dove into the pool naked. The shock of the cold water eased her need but made her teeth chatter until she had swum several lengths using her fastest overhand stroke and best racing style.
When she had warmed up, she turned on her back and floated but the sight of her own nakedness excited her again. She tried breast stroke and the flow of water along her bare skin drove her wild. Side stroke was even worse. Climbing out of the pool, she snatched up the robe and dried herself with it as she ran sobbing back inside the house. She threw herself on the bed and cried, pounding at the mattress with her fists and wailing out her frustration and despair to the silent, empty house.
As her sobs eased off into long shuddering sighs, she turned on her back and tried to think. Maybe there was another way out of this dilemma. Eric wasn't the only man in the world. If sex was what she needed, why didn't she just go pick up another young man as she had Eric? It wasn't all that hard to do, especially for a woman like her. She could pick up a different youth every night for a week, have a whole string of one-night stands and give herself without commitment to whatever male took her fancy.
Maybe she'd just try it ... maybe she'd just walk into a bar, look over the available studs, make her choice and let nature take its course.
Her hand came up over her belly as she thought about it, fingers kneading the soft flesh and trailing through the silky hair at its base.
Maybe they wouldn't be as good as Eric but it would be better than becoming a whore to get him. And if it offended her fastidious sensibilities to become promiscuous ... well, that was too bad, but something had to give when a woman suddenly discovered she had desperate sexual needs that had to be assuaged.
Her fingers slid through the feathery pubic hair and between the slippery labia, stroking across the pearl-like clitoris and making her shiver with lust. Buttocks rolling with want, she raised her knees and fanned her thighs open and closed in invitation to a non-existent man. She hadn't intended to touch herself so intimately but she couldn't keep from slipping two fingers inside the aching channel of her cunt. It was as though she had no control over what her hand did, as though it was another person's fingers that were determined to invade her.
She thought of how the hugeness of Eric had filled her ... stretched her. She thought of the hard thrusting of his cock against the very bottom of her passageway. She thought of how his tight balls had slammed against her buttocks as he thundered in and out of her.
Looking down the length of her body, she could see herself in the full length mirror on the door of the closet. Her face was flushed and her eyes wild as she stared at the wide spread thighs, the gaping red maw of cunt and the long white fingers screwing rhythmically in and out of it.
Fuck me, lover, fuck me! she screamed inside her head. Ram that cock into me harder! Shove it up my cunt and out my ass if you want to! Do anything at all you want ... any way you want! Put it in my mouth and I'll blow you until you yell for help! I'll do anything you want if you'll just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!
She raised her hips, bucking upward at the churning fingers, but the climax she finally provoked was weak and unsatisfactory. When it was over, she lay crying with disgust and anger, fighting the sure knowledge that she was going to do what she had sworn she would never do.
Out of sheer exhaustion, she fell asleep for a few hours, and when she woke around noon, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing and the clawing torment was still with her.
There was only one thing to do. She knew she wouldn't have any peace until she did.
Sometime during the night, she had remembered a shop she had seen in Santa Cruz that specialized in outrageous underclothing and the type of dress Eric had specified she wear. It would embarrass her terribly to go buy the articles she needed and she'd die of shame to go to the hotel dressed that way, but she knew somehow that if she didn't do as he had ordered, his wrath would be terrible. If she was going to do this despicable thing, she might as well go all the way, she reasoned as she picked up the telephone directory and checked the address of the shop.
CHAPTER FIVE
The parking attendant at the hotel nearly lost his eyeballs when Alfreda pulled up beside him. He stared in at the tall, superbly curved redhead whose miniskirted black dress fit tighter than a coat of fresh shellac, molding itself to the full thrusting breasts, brazenly displaying the peaking nipples and hugging the faint roundness of belly.
"I expect I'll be here for the rest of the day," Alfreda said, handing the boy the keys to the Lincoln and sliding across the seat in an abrupt movement that pulled the short skirt up the last few inches to reveal the tops of her thighs and the jewel studded black supporters that held the black net stockings in place.
"Uh ... yes, ma'am ... yes, ma'am," the boy gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as the bikini panties came into view with their hint of autumn foliage peeking through.
Alfreda looked at the youth with open speculation. He probably had a hard-on from just ogling her. Suppose that instead of going up to Eric's suite, she just spread her legs to let him see the pink-lipped fissure that was her pussy, invite him back to the house with her and spend the next few hours teaching him all the things he wanted to know about sex but was afraid to try.
No, that wouldn't do. There was just no way a boy as obviously inexperienced as this one was could give her what she craved. He wasn't a bad-looking kid in spite of freckles and slightly protruding front teeth, but she knew he would be incapable of providing her with the super-fucking she needed.
"Is there something else?" she asked when the boy continued to stare at the black net stockings and the creamy white flesh above them.
"Uh ... no, Ma'am ... except that ... uh ... the keys to your car."
"You've got them right there in your hand," she smiled, and got out of the car, deliberately leaning close to him so he could smell the musky perfume she had used so lavishly on her inner thighs.
As she stood up, her forearm and hand brushed against his crotch. The boy gulped and turned, red, and Alfreda felt a very definite pulsing of his young cock as her fingers passed over it.
"Oh Gawd!" he moaned and looked as though his knees were about to give way under him.
He came! The little bastard creamed his jeans just from looking at me and that one accidental touch!
She swung on past him with a provocative smile over her shoulder, and the boy stood there looking dazed, not knowing whether to run for the employee men's room or try to brave out the spreading dampness on the front of his pants.
With her extra high heels click, click, clicking on the pavement and her big handbag swinging jauntily, Alfreda tripped past the doorman whose mouth fell open and let the whistle he'd been about to blow drop on its string and bounce against his chest unnoticed.
She stepped into the lobby and as she walked across it, every man in the place seemed to forget what he was doing. Men with women suddenly lost interest in their companions, those talking to other men stopped their conversation in mid-word and stared. A bellboy dropped a tray with three glasses on it and didn't even bother looking down as the drinks spilled on the expensive white carpeting. The clerk at the desk just gripped the edge and gaped as she approached.
"Miss Candace Kittridge's suite number, please," Alfreda said.
"Ah ... yes ... I...." The clerk couldn't take his eyes off the breasts that were still bouncing from the momentum of her walk.
"Miss Kittridge," Alfreda repeated. "Mrs. Marlowe to see Miss Kittridge."
"She ... she has the penthouse apartment." The words seemed to be sticking to the top of the man's mouth as Alfreda leaned forward and he saw the rosy aureoles that surrounded each nipple. "Miss ... Kittridge said ... you were to go right up ... whenever you got here."
"Thank you," Alfreda said, and turned with a deliberate twitch of her bottom to prance across the lobby again. She passed two dignified gentlemen in gray suits who were just reaching to shake hands. As Alfreda went by, they both turned sidewise, hands still extended but not touching, and followed her lithe figure with covetous eyes.
The lift that went to the penthouse was automatic, and as the floors ticked off, Alfreda felt her bravado slipping as well as her facade of arrogant brazenness. She had gotten this far by shutting her mind to everything but her overpowering compulsion to be with Eric again. The overdone makeup, the outrageous clothes and intentionally flaunted sexiness had carried her through the public part of her ordeal, but how was she going to withstand the private torture she knew Eric would inflict? The needs of her body had brought her here, she could only hope it was strong enough and adaptable enough to get her safely home again. Fire had to be fought with fire but she didn't want to be destroyed in the resultant holocaust.
Then the elevator doors were opening and she was stepping out into a deeply carpeted hallway. Before she had time to panic and flee back into the elevator, the door of the penthouse apartment opened and a tall, slender blonde stood looking at her, a faint mocking smile on her lips.
"Alfreda?" The clipped New England accent made the name sound vital and interesting. "So glad you could come."
Alfreda swallowed nervously as she looked at the classically beautiful features. "Is ... is Eric Johnson here?"
"Of course," Candace said. "Come in, my dear. He's waiting in the bedroom for you."
Alfreda felt her face flame and the last of her self-confidence vanished. She felt all hands and feet and decidedly overblown beside this slim aristocratic beauty.
"Don't be embarrassed, Alfreda. We're all in the same fix, we girls who can't resist Eric. He knew you'd be here. He always seems to know what we're thinking and what we'll do. You'll just have to get used to that. Come, I'll take you to him."
Alfreda followed the girl into the luxurious living room and couldn't help noticing the seductive sway of trim buttocks under tight knit pants that accentuated the cleavage between them rather than hid it. Candace Kittridge was dressed differently but just as strikingly sensual as she was. The pants just barely covered the hips in back and dipped to a low V in front, leaving the flat belly and its dimple of a navel exposed and calling attention to the swell of the pubic mound below. The high, girlish breasts appeared and disappeared as the abbreviated bolero top swayed with her shoulder movements.
"Here he is," Candace said, pushing open a door and gesturing for Alfreda to precede her into the room. Alfreda paused on the threshold and stared around.
Velvety red carpet covered the floor and three shallow steps leading up to a huge circular bed made up with black satin sheets. A couple of chairs and various sized pillows scattered on the floor were the only other furnishings. The walls and ceilings were lined with mirrors, all of them reflecting the bed and the naked young man stretched out on it.
Alfreda sucked in her breath at sight of Eric's magnificent young body and excitement jolted through her so sharply that her knees almost gave way when he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and his enormous erection pointed right at her.
"So you're finally here," Eric said. "I expected you hours ago. You have a little more will power than I thought."
The words were like cold water thrown in her face, and Alfreda stiffened and tried to tear her eyes from the thick brush of blonde hair curling around the towering prick and cradling the twin cannonballs at its base.
"Yes, I came but that doesn't mean I intend to ... to do what you said," she told him.
"Don't talk shit!" Eric snapped. "I know why you're here and you know why you're here! You're just like Candace and the others! You're rich and pampered and rotten clear through! You're here because you want to wallow in depravity and degradation!"
"I won't be talked to like that!" Alfreda bristled. "I can turn right around and...." She let the rest of the sentence fade into silence, knowing the threat was meaningless. She could no more walk out than she had stayed away.
"Yes?" Eric said. "You can turn right around and do what?"
"Nothing," she muttered helplessly. "I was just being silly. I'll do whatever you tell me to."
"That's better," he said. "Now that we understand each other, we can get started. "Candace, strip her down to panties and stockings."
"Well, my horoscope didn't predict this," the socialite said dryly and moved to stand to the side and slightly behind the redhead.
Alfreda shied away, looking from Candace to Eric uneasily. "I didn't expect there'd be a third person present when ... I mean, when we...."
"Get used to it," Eric said. "In this business there are always other people around."
Alfreda gulped and jumped a little as she felt Candace's cool fingers unfasten the catch at the back of her dress and draw the zipper down.
"Nice straight back," Candace commented as she pushed the loosened bodice down off Alfreda's shoulders and arms and let it drop to the floor.
Alfreda stepped out of the pooled material, not looking at either of the other two as they inspected her bare breasts, black crotchless bikini panties, black net stockings, flashy supporters and spike-heeled slippers. She was cringing inside at the double scrutiny but embarrassment was so mixed with excitement that her head spun trying to sort them out.
Eric nodded approval. "Yes, I knew that was your style. Now you look like the whore you were always intended to be."
Resentment flashed through Alfreda but she didn't dare give voice to it.
"Bring her over here, Candace," Eric ordered. "I promised her a beating first and then a complete course in sex-in that order. The beating comes first."
"Must you?" Candace asked, taking Alfreda's hand to lead her to the bed. "She's very beautiful, Eric and it seems a shame to...."
"Don't you remember what happened to you when I decided to turn you out?" Eric cut in.
"Yes," Candace said. "You opened my purse and took the choosing money, then you hit me in the face with your doubled up fist and knocked me down. You kicked me all the way across the room until I was pinned against the wall, and just pushed my legs open, yanked my dress up over my face and raped me."
"And you loved every minute of it, didn't you?" Eric sneered.
"I loved every minute of it," Candace said submissively. "I even loved it when you got tired of fucking me and dragged me to my feet, stripped me and started using that strap of yours on my bare belly and breasts."
"And you've been a better person ever since, haven't you?"
"Whatever you do to me, Eric, you made me a better person," the girl said.
"Then why do you want to deny Alfreda the same opportunity at self-improvement?"
"I guess I don't," Candace said, and without warning, pitched Alfreda face down onto the bed. "This is for your own good, my dear. You have to be broken before you can be a proper ho. The breaking hurts but that can't be helped. Just try to relax and accept Eric's will. Remember, it will be well worth it in the end."
Alfreda found herself being held down with her face in a pillow while Candace used a pair of nylon stockings to tie her to rings attached to the framework of the bed. "This won't be nearly as bad as you expect," the girl whispered as she worked. The beating is more symbolic than real. He has to prove to himself that you'll let him do anything he wants to you before he can work properly with you."
"Tie her feet too!" Eric said. "And stuff a gag in her mouth. We don't want her screams disturbing the other hotel guests."
Candace's weight shifted as she turned to face Alfreda's feet. She fastened one foot and then the other, crawled back up the spreadeagled form and looked around for something to use as a gag.
"You get undressed too," Eric ordered. "I got plans for both of you. Use your panties to gag her. She's got to learn what a woman tastes like sooner or later and it might as well be sooner. I'm sure yours are dripping with cunt juice already so she'll get a good mouthful."
"How vulgar," Candace murmured but she did as she was told, stripping off the bolero and hip-hugging pants and sliding pink briefs down past her thick blonde muff and pouty girlish slit. "I've had these on all day, my dear, and they are a bit soggy, but you heard what the man said."
Straddling the small of Alfreda's back, Candace reached around the redhead's neck, lifted her chin off the pillow and began stuffing the panties into her mouth.
Alfreda recoiled, trying to move her head to keep the scrap of nylon and lace from finding its target, but Candace had the advantage and kept cramming until even the wet crotch was inside. As a scarf was tied around her mouth to keep the gag in place, Alfreda thought she was going to choke from disgust at having another woman's intimate sweat and sexual secretions touching her tongue and lips.
"Okay, now pull her pants down, Candy, and get out of the way so we can get on with the first lesson."
Candace giggled nervously, slid backwards until she could get hold of the waistband of Alfreda's peek-a-boo bikinis. Tugging the delicate garment down as far as it would go, she left it bunched on the upper thighs.
"All right, Eric, there she is ... jaybird naked and ready for her lord and lover to work his magic," Candace said and tumbled away from Alfreda to take up a position a few feet away.
Looking back over her shoulder fearfully, Alfreda could see Eric approaching the bed, savagely beautiful in his nakedness and in such a state of arousal that she almost forgot what she had to go through before she could enjoy it.
"This isn't punishment, Freddy," Eric said, using the nickname she had never been called by just as he had in her dream. "This is training. Training is being properly submissive ... in being one of Eric Johnson's hos, the best-trained and most totally submissive girls in California."
Alfreda shivered at the idea of being totally submissive to a man. Having to fulfill every desire and obey every demand of any male was an abhorrent concept in her mod, Women's lib-influenced world. Except for Eric, she had never been with a man when she hadn't been in control, permitting what she chose and refusing what she didn't want. The knowledge that this man intended to make her perform how and when he dictated was shattering and, much as she hated to admit it, exciting.
"We begin now, Freddy," Eric said, and she heard the whistle of the leather strap just before she felt the numbing sting of it across her bare buttocks.
Her scream was stiffled by the pungent panties in her mouth but the low moan that did escape brought a murmur of sympathy from Candace who lay nearby stroking the golden pelt that adorned her pink cunt.
Eric lifted his arm and the strap cracked loudly as it made contact, sending flashes of agony kiting all through Alfreda's nervous system.
"It doesn't hurt so much if you think about something else," Candace offered as tears of pain spilled down Alfred's cheeks, but her eyes were bright with excitement as she avidly watched each detail of the beating.
Blow after blow landed on Alfreda's trembling buttocks, reddening them and then slowly moving down the backs of her thighs and up her back to her shoulders. Time after time Eric lifted his powerful arm and delivered carefully calculated blows, inflicting as much pain as possible without breaking the skin or permanently damaging the valuable properly that was Alfreda's lovely firm-fleshed body.
Alfreda twisted her head and stared back at him in mingled pain and excitement as he lifted his arm again, and as her eyes dropped to his genitals, the blow landed but it was as though it were happening to someone else, as though some stranger's bottom was being blistered. All her attention was riveted on Eric's cock and the way it jumped each time a blow went home.
"Aaaauuugh!" Eric grunted as one final blow slashed down, and she watched, hypnotized, as bubbly jets of semen spurted from his throbbing cock.
He dropped the strap and collapsed across her to lie for a few minutes breathing heavily and saying nothing.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Candace said, patting Alfreda's cheek. "You'll sting when you sit down for a couple of days but by the time you're ready for your first chump, you'll have forgotten all about this."
Alfreda found that no consolation at all and lay sobbing quietly, partly from the burning pain up and down her back and partly from fear of what was yet to come.
Eric's breathing quieted after a brief rest and his muscular body began moving on top of hers. His hands came to her head, untied the scarf and removed the damp panties from her mouth. "I don't think you'll scream at what comes next," he said.
Alfreda quivered in anticipation as she felt the hard pole of his cock pressing against her sore bottom and felt his hands slide under her and move up over her belly and midriff to find her breasts.
Kneeling between her thighs, he tried to force them upward. "Untie her!" he snapped at Candace, and the girl scrambled quickly from ring to ring, loosening the makeshift bonds that held Alfreda in place.
When she was free, Eric heaved at her again. "Lift your butt, whore! Up on your knees! You're gonna get fucked like the bitch you are!"
Without question or protest, Alfreda pushed up onto her elbows and knees, separating her thighs widely for his penetration. Gripping her breasts as though they were handles, he held her in position as his cock shoved between her thighs and pushed through the silken wetness of pubic hair to find the pulsing entrance to her cunt.
Candace was crouched beside them, watching every move. "One seldom has such a close up view," she said, wide blue eyes intent on Eric's cock as it disappeared into the lushly forested, plump-lipped cunt. "It really is quite interesting to see how a woman can accommodate and adjust to such a big thick pole. You should see how he's spreading you, my dear, and how your flesh is clinging to that hard cock."
Alfreda didn't need anybody to tell her what was happening. She could feel the heavy-headed wand shoving relentlessly between her slippery cunt lips and she nearly screamed for joy at having it there again.
"Fuck, bitch!" Eric commanded. "Shake that ass! Let's see how good you are in this position!"
Alfreda gasped as the plunging shaft screwed higher and higher up her tight sheath. The sensation was fantastically erotic. The angle of his approach was enabling him to touch and agitate places she didn't think had ever been touched before. Her bottom started to wriggle and roll, her buttocks reared back against Eric's hard belly and she tried for more and more penetration to extend the thrilling friction.
Eric's steely fingers were sunk deep into Alfreda's resilient breasts but she barely felt the pain because of the overwhelming pleasure he was creating in her cunt. The huge shaft was massaging every nerve ending, surging in and out of her palpitating passageway with such vigor and verve that her head whirled and her body turned into one solid throb of lust.
The fucking had started at a moderate tempo but now it was building up to a frantic crescendo. Alfreda could feel and hear the thud of Eric's belly against her buttocks, sharp and staccato like a machine gun, and the pistoning beat of the awesome penis deep inside her cunt was driving her mad.
Eric was grunting with pleasure as he pounded in and out of Alfreda, and she was panting and moaning, out of her head with the intensity of her excitement but wanting it to last forever. Her buttocks were lifted higher by each of his thundering plunges, her knees raised from the bed as she hung onto the giant cock that had wonderfully and incredibly become part of her.
Higher and higher she bounced until she was almost standing on her hands, her head lolling from side to side and her coppery hair swirling like a cloud about her face. Her breath rasped in and out of her open mouth and saliva trickled from one corner.
Eric groaned and held her still for one gut-wrenching moment while the hot gush of his orgasm splashed into her quivering depths, then slammed against her once ... twice ... three times, and she screeched and came with such violent spasms that her vaginal muscles squeezed and milked the last few spurts from him. He grunted in surprise but stayed with her until the last convulsive shudder rippled through her, leaving her limp and breathless.
"That was a marvelous performance," Candace said as Eric rolled off Alfreda and lay staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling evenly and his face impassive. "You should arrange exhibitions with her, Eric. Just watching made me quite envious."
Alfreda lifted her head and looked from Eric to Candace. It was a strange feeling to be lying between a naked girl and a naked man and know that the girl had watched while the man thoroughly fucked her. It was an experience she had never expected to have and it filled her with foreboding about what might yet be in store for her. What would Eric demand of her next?
She didn't have long to wait to find out. He reached for her suddenly and pitched her off the bed, booting her in the rump as she fell.
"Go wash yourself, ho! You stink with sweat and jism! My girls have to keep clean!"
Alfreda picked herself up, shaking with shame and anger that a man should treat her this way, especially in front of the cool and elegant Candace, but as a flood of semen and vaginal secretions started running down her legs, she fled to the bathroom to wash as ordered.
When she returned, Candace was no longer cool and what she was doing could hardly be described as elegant. Her blonde head was bent over Eric's middle, her pink lips worshipping the relatively soft column of his cock. Somehow the sight of the heiress's tongue flicking along the firming shaft was both shocking and exciting to Alfreda. Educated in the best schools, wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of most people, and so beautiful she could have any man she wanted, Candace Kittridge was kneeling with her blonde hair trailing across her pimp's thighs and belly and her aristocratic mouth eagerly seeking his cock. The fact that a girl like this could become so helplessly enthralled by Eric somehow made it more acceptable to Alfreda that she could be caught in the same trap.
"Beautiful ... so beautiful," Candace was saying huskily as her pointed red tongue licked up one side of the stiffening cock, over the bulging reddish glans and back down the other enveined surface to the hair-covered pods at the organ's base.
"Get your ass over here!" Eric ordered as he saw Alfreda standing staring at them. "I'm not through with you yet."
Wondering if she was about to be brutalized again, Alfreda nevertheless walked quickly up the low steps to the bed and knelt beside Eric. Her eyes widened as Candace drew more and more of the enormous phallus into her mouth and started sucking.
"That's right, watch!" Eric said. "You did pretty good at it but that's just natural talent. Watch Candace and learn the proper technique."
It seemed to Alfreda that something as unsubtle as cock-sucking didn't call for refinements or technique. If a woman was willing to degrade herself by taking a man's cock in her mouth, he ought to be grateful instead of quibbling about the way it was done.
But Candace did appear to have her own way of doing it, and there was no doubt that Eric Was enjoying it. The blonde had gently cupped the tight, wrinkled scrotum that held the ripe man-fruit and was cradling the hard balls in the palms of her hands while her mouth worked eagerly and diligently.
To Alfreda's amazement, Candace drew the entire length of the huge shaft into her mouth and apparently on into her upper throat because there just didn't seem to be any other way so much male flesh could be contained in such a small oral cavity. Bending closer to look closer, the redhead could see muscles in the slender white neck flexing and tightening.
"The deep throat technique," Eric remarked. "It is very effective since she is massaging the whole length of my prick with her tongue at the same time she is throat-sucking on it."
Alfreda shivered with an excitement she didn't understand as she watched the other girl serving the throbbing male flesh.
"Closer ... get closer so you can see better," Eric said. "Chumps pay well for a girl who can do it right."
Taking hold of her arm, he pulled her across his body, then lifted her by the hips and stretched her out along the length of his body with her face only an inch or so from Candace's puckered lips. In doing so, he positioned her thighs on either side of his face.
Alfreda found herself lying with her full breasts crushed against Eric's flat belly, her nose in the first outcroppings of pubic hair and the engulfed tower of man flesh almost touching her face through the shimmering veil of Candace's blonde hair.
The musk of sexual arousal rose from the rank growth surrounding the thick stalk and was as wildly stimulating as the sight of those rosy lips stretched taut around the rampant male organ. But something else was also happening, something much more personal and stirring. Eric's head Was moving between her thighs, and the tips of his fingers were dabbling in her moistening crack, parting the silky hair and pulling her against his mouth.
She could feel his hot lips burning kisses against the slippery lips of her cunt, and she quivered with ecstasy as his tongue trailed lazily along the slick open slit, licking at it greedily and with sure knowledge of how to please.
Alfreda could hear the slurping, gulping sounds coming from Candace as she sucked avidly on Eric's rigid maleness. She could hear the more muffled sound of Eric lapping at her pussy, and overriding both sounds was the pounding of her own heart. The spicy miasma of male and female lust enveloped her, and that added to the sounds and the feel of Eric's tongue stroking in her pussy sent Alfreda zooming off into an orbit of sensual delight beyond which there seemed to be no earth, no stars and no tomorrow. There was nothing but the delicious now and the fleecy clouds of pleasure that she floated on.
Long sweeps of the expert tongue were setting the sensitive labia on fire, slithering around and over the hard button of her clitoris and dipping into the juicy depths of the vagina to send jolts of flaming want all through her.
At the same time, Eric was arching his back and lifting toward Candace's avid mouth. He took Alfreda with him as his buttocks cleared the bed with the force of his thrust. The blonde yelped a little in surprise as the extended cock rocked her head back and lodged deeper in her throat.
The unexpected strength of the lunge threw Candace back on her heels and spread her legs wide as she struggled for balance with the giant organ still stuck in her throat. Her face turned red and her cheeks puffed out so far that Alfreda was sure she was either going to choke to death or have to spit out the fleshy wedge. But Candace did neither. The high girlish breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing but she regained her balance in the squatting, open-thighed position and began to suck again.
There was an explosive laugh from between Alfreda's thighs and then the all-knowing, all-giving mouth went back to work on her cunt again.
As the mounting pleasure threatened to overcome her, Alfreda heard another whimper from Candy and Eric surged upward one more time. A feeling she couldn't name swept through her as she watched the man come in Candace's mouth and saw the girl gulp and swallow the great spurts of ropey semen. Then the edge of Eric's teeth scraped the tip of her clitoris as he opened his mouth wide and sucked in the whole of her simmering cunt, and Alfreda was swept mindlessly into another shattering climax.
CHAPTER SIX
The three of them lay without moving for perhaps half an hour Alfreda sprawled on top of Eric and Candy collapsed beside them. Finally Eric stirred, his hands moving to Alfreda's hips to lift her.
"Wait," she murmured drowsily, "let me rest a while longer."
"Rest is for the leisure classes," Eric said. "You're not one of the idle rich any more. You're a working girl. Sex is work for a ho and you'd better get used to it."
He swung her around astride him and she saw with surprise that he was hard and erect again. She would have thought it would take a man at least twenty-four hours to recover from the thorough sucking off he'd had but that obviously wasn't true where Eric was concerned.
"Get that ass up in the air, Freddy, and bring your cunt down on that!"
Alfreda looked at the tall swollen pylon of man-flesh and felt the revival of carnal excitement deep in the pit of her belly. Supporting herself on her hands, she lifted her body up over the towering cock and slowly impaled herself on its throbbing hotness.
"Ohhhhh, so much," she gloated as she sank down on the stiff thickness of torrid manhood. "Can I have it all?"
"You got it!" Eric barked and pulled her the rest of the way down so abruptly that a loud squishing sound resulted.
He was all the way in her then, stretching her mightily and pounding against the cervix at her innermost recesses. Every inch of his cock was touching her convoluted folds, the elastic sheath fitting around him like a velvet glove. But it still wasn't enough. Alfreda wanted the skewering ramrod to possess her even more fully.
Sitting up so that he would penetrate a tiny bit more, she lifted her hands and drew her legs up so that most of her weight was supported solely by the iron-hard staff of a cock.
Eric laughed mirthlessly as he watched her, then his eyes shifted to the other girl. "Candy, come here to me. Squat over my face and I'll get you both off at the same time."
Candace complied eagerly, crawling up along the youth's body until she was even with his head. With one leg on either side of his face, she settled over the waiting mouth. Alfreda saw the blonde-tressed pussy touch the pimp's lips and his tongue stab up into it before the pert white bottom shut off her view.
But seeing was unimportant at the moment, it was what she was feeling that mattered. Perched atop the massive cock, she could shift this way and that and let the sense of fullness soothe her constant need. She began to think she was nothing but an attachment to the forever hard prick. Her cunt was a socket that had been engineered with microscopic preciseness to fit on Eric's shaft with oiled perfection. With eyes closed and mouth wide open, she rocked back and forth on her master's mighty organ, flexing her thighs and sighing in pleasure at the delightful friction between hard flesh and soft.
Candy was making happy gurgling noises as she rotated her blonde muff over Eric's mouth while he licked it with calculated effect. Alfreda opened her eyes and seeing the revolving buttocks in front of her was inspired to increase her own twisting and turning.
Two days before she would have been horrified at the mere suggestion that it might be exciting to fuck a man who was also ardently serving another woman, but it was true. Seeing another female in the throes of passion and knowing she was being licked and sucked just as she had been a short time before added an extra dimension to her pleasurable grinding and rolling.
"More ... lick me more! Oh, Eric, darling, you're the best!" Candy's brisk New England accent was blurred and softened by the lustful yearnings she couldn't control.
Alfreda was lifted suddenly ceilingward as Eric bucked up at her and then descending just as swiftly to the base of the rampaging prick she rode. Busy as he was with the pair of them, Eric wasn't going to let them forget who was calling the tune.
Candy gasped as the stabbing tongue accomplished its purpose and reduced her to a trembling, sobbing heap by the devastating, force of her orgasm. Alfreda felt the jerking twitch of the big cock that filled her and she too was propelled headlong into completion as the hot guyser erupted and drenched her farthest reaches with steaming jism.
When sanity returned, Alfreda found she was still sitting there, rocking gently and enjoying the feel of the gradual loosening of the vaginal muscles around Eric's cock. The warm, cozy sense of satiation wasn't permitted to last long. Eric pushed Candy away, sat up and dumped Alfreda unceremoniously on her butt.
"All right, let's get with it! Candy, it's time for supper. Go fix something quick so we can get back to Alfreda's lessons."
Candace slid off the big bed and pattered away to do as she was told.
Alfreda curled her legs under her and sat staring at Eric. The more she saw of this young man, the greater an enigma he seemed. The only thing she was completely sure of was that his body was a superb sex machine, trained to do things to a woman she hadn't known were possible. There was also a ruthless streak in him that seemed to appeal to a need in her, a need to be dominated even to the point of abuse.
"What are you sitting there mulling over?" Eric demanded. "I hate women who think."
"I wasn't really thinking. I was just wondering about you."
"What about me?" His tone was surly. "What right have you got to wonder about me?"
"Well ... I know your experience as a boy must have marked you ... must have given you a bitter attitude toward life. I mean, your mother being a lady of the evening, so to speak...."
"A whore. My mother was a whore. Just like you're gonna be. Don't try to cover up the facts with your fancy education crap. That's all they teach in college-to cover things up, to make up pretty phrases to hide reality."
"I wasn't trying to hide reality. I just didn't want to offend or insult you by calling your mother a whore."
"If I thought you'd insulted me, I'd bust you one in the mouth."
Alfreda shifted position slightly and then asked almost timidly, "Do you enjoy busting women in the mouth?"
"Your type of woman, yes," he said. "You spoiled, pampered parasites who live off the sweat of working people give me a pain in the ass. When I get my hands on one of you, I like making you squirm."
"You mean you have a social conscience?"
"No, I just got a beef," he said.
"Well, we all know we live in a exploitive society and that only a reversal of our priorities will...."
"Yeah, we all know we live in an exploitive society," he mocked her. "And you and your sort are the exploiters! You've got so much because others have so little!"
"But I do everything I can to help the poor and the blacks and to help further women's rights," Alfreda protested.
Eric snorted in derision. "The nice thing about you people is your hypocrisy. You preach equality, revolution and ecology but you go right on raking in the bread, grinding people's faces in the dirt with your life style and driving two or more gasoline-gulping cars and flying off to expensive resorts all over the world. You make me sick!"
"Really, Eric, I'm quite sincere."
His lip curled. "You'd actually do something to help the blacks, for instance?"
"Yes, yes. Of course I would."
"Good! I've got two black friends ... real friends. Dudes who helped me when no one else would. I'll let you do something for them."
"Fine, I'll be glad to," Alfreda said, somewhat uncertainly. "I haven't known you long and our relationship is a bit irregular but I've grown very fond of you."
"You're fond of this!" he said, reaching to tangle a hand in her hair and pull her face down to his crotch. "That's all a ho is capable of being fond of!"
"I don't understand why you insist on humiliating me," she said as he rolled the thick hot pole across her cheeks and nose. "I'm not really the kind of woman you seem to think."
"I know what you are, whore!" he said, batting his cock against her mouth, pushing it at her lips and whacking at her chin. "There's your lover, baby! That's the only thing you got to worry about from now on-my cock and the cocks of all the chumps I tell you to fuck!"
"You're still trying to humiliate me," she said. Why?"
"Humiliate you, hell! I'm going to break you! Up to now I've just been teaching you a few things but from now on, I'm gonna drag you through the mud, take all of your ideas and beliefs about yourself apart and put them back together again! I'll degrade you and make you love degradation! I'll make you do things you'd have killed yourself rather than do a few days ago!"
Candace came back into-the room just then, carrying a tray of food. The society girl with her aristocratic bearing and cool detachment looked totally out of place in the role of nude waitress but neither she nor Eric seemed to find it strange.
"Champagne, smoked salmon, caviar and cold roast pheasant was the best I could do," she said, setting the tray down where they could all reach it.
"Yuk!" Eric said but he spread caviar lavishly on some crackers and began popping them into his mouth. "No wonder you rich tramps have shit for brains what with all the crap you eat. Steak and potatoes are too plain for you but at least they're real food."
"Oh, come on, Eric, don't be so aggressively lower class all the time," Candace said. "Considering what the other girls and I have been raking in, you must have a bank account that would please a miser."
"And what about you?" he said, upending a bottle of champagne and gulping down almost half of it.
"You know I don't do this for money," Candace said, nibbling daintily on a small piece of pheasant. "I don't need to."
"That's right, you don't need to," Eric sneered. "You've never really needed to do anything, have you?"
"Except love you," Candace said and sprawled forward on the bed to kiss his feet.
Alfreda sat with a bite of smoked salmon halfway to her mouth and stared at the suddenly emotional girl pressing passionate kisses on the feet of her pimp. What was there about Eric Johnson that did that to a woman? Wfiat made girls like Candace Kittridge worship him to the point of absurdity?
"That's enough of that," Eric said gruffly. "We can do without all that nonsense."
Candace looked up at him, eyes filling with tears. "Don't you feel anything for me . , . for any of us?"
Eric regarded her thoughtfully while he chewed on breast of pheasant. "Sure, you're good investments," he said. "I'm glad I know how to pick the type of gals who attract wealthy chumps."
Candace sat up and reached for her champagne. "That's really sweet," she said bitterly. "I should have known better than to ask."
Eric's lips curved in one of his rare cold grins. "But I do care about you girls, Candy love. I'll prove it to you right now."
"How?"
"By giving you a break, dear. I'm gonna let you put on a little show for me. Won't that be nice?"
Candy looked at Alfreda and then back at Eric. "You mean...?"
"Yes. I want you to make it with Freddy while I watch."
"What?" Alfreda gasped, almost choking on a swallow of champagne. "You're out of your mind! Are you actually suggesting that I would ... would...."
"Take part in a lesbian go round," Eric said. "Sure, why not? You dig having your cunt eaten, and what difference does it make whether a man or a woman does it?"
"It makes a lot of difference," Alfreda sputtered. "I'm not a lesbian! I couldn't possibly do a thing like that!"
"Candy isn't a lesbian either," Eric said, "but she's made it with a lot of women, haven't you, Candy?"
The blonde shrugged and looked at Alfreda. "It's just a matter of business, Freddy."
"But that's perverted ... dirty," Alfreda said and shook her head. "No, I just couldn't."
"Don't be a silly little prude," Eric said. "If you're going to make it in this business, you have to be willing to do anything and everything the person paying you wants."
"But it's men who go to prostitutes," Alfreda protested. "Women don't do that."
"Who says they don't?" Eric asked. "Some of our best customers are women. One is a well known folk singer and another is a woman politician whose name you'd recognize instantly."
Candace nodded. "It's true, Freddy, and even gals who aren't really gay dig a change of pace once in a while. Then there are the husbands who are steady customers and bring their wives along because it turns them on to see their wives balling another woman."
Alfreda felt her stomach churn at the thought.
"I don't think you'd find it all that terrible," Candace said and moved closer to Alfreda at a signal from Eric.
"Ugh! The very idea disgusts me," Alfreda said.
"You might even like it," Candace said, placing a hand on the redhead's thigh. "I've had a lot of experience and they tell me I'm pretty good at it."
"Keep away from me!" Alfreda said, brushing the slender hand off her leg. "I'm no queer!"
Eric sighed and sat up. "You still haven't learned, have you, Freddy? You're still trying to think for yourself."
"Not yours ... not any of my girls," Eric said, grabbing her by the arm and hauling her to him. "From now on I do your thinking for you. You understand?"
"Please, you're hurting me."
"Not enough apparently," he said, raising his other hand.
Alfreda saw the blow coming but couldn't duck. The blow rocked her head back and made her see stars. The second blow was like a red ball of fire. She felt the impact of each one of his fingers, and her face was still stinging when the third slap landed.
"Now, you're going to do what I tell you to! If I tell you to fuck a man, you'll do it! If I say to let a chick eat your cunt, you'll do that! And if I tell you to suck a guy off while his wife is lezzing you, you'll do it!"
Her head was spinning from the blows and her eyes wide with fright but she shook her head no.
"You'll do it, won't you? ... Won't you? ... Won't you!" Each question was emphasized by his big open hand slamming against her face. "If you say no just once more, I'm going to pick you up and toss you out of here on your ass! I got no time for prissy cunts who won't do what I tell them to!"
All Alfreda's defiance melted and disappeared at the threat. She could take the slapping around but if he tossed her out, she couldn't stand it. Her compulsion to stay near Eric was so strong that she realized she'd do anything rather than leave him.
"All right," she sobbed. "I'll do it. I'll do anything you want."
"Good girl," Candace said. "You won't be sorry, Freddy. I'll make you feel real good."
Eric tossed Alfreda onto her back on the bed, and as though in a dream, she felt the other girl roll over on top of her. The slim body pressed down on hers, the high small breasts sank into her bigger ones, and for the first time in her life she felt another woman's mouth close over hers.
Alfreda lay stiffly, lips and teeth set firmly against the assault of Candy's experienced tongue. A displeased growl from Eric changed that. Forcing herself to relax, she made up her mind to cooperate with the other girl in this obscene charade but not to respond in any real way.
Candace's breath was warm and not unpleasant as her mobile lips moved restlessly over Alfreda's. The darting red tongue was like an eager little animal, seeking and twisting and turning. Alfreda felt it contact hers, slither and twirl around it and then dart away to explore the roof of her mouth. She wanted to turn her head aside and escape its lustful attention but she didn't dare. She couldn't even object when her own tongue was sucked between the blonde's lips and trapped deep in her hot mouth.
Rather than excitement, she felt annoyance as Candace kneed her legs apart and molded their bodies more intimately together. But the touching and kissing and feeling seemed to be affecting the other girl. Alfreda could feel the nipples swell and pucker against her own, feel the heat in the slender thighs rubbing on hers and in the flat belly which-was beginning to press urgently against her.
But the most disturbing thing of all was the thick brush of pale gold hair under which the pearl pink cunt lay hidden. Candy was rotating it with gradually increasing pressure onto the reddish matt that covered Alfreda's pubes, mashing the silky ringlets so that gold mingled with red and the pouty lips were forced apart so that her smaller slit could glide inside the lusher one.
"Loosen up, baby, Eric's watching," Candy whispered as she nibbled on Alfreda's earlobe. "Pretend if you have to, but make a show of enjoying this if you want to stay. Give a little ... put your arms around me ... spread your legs ... do something! I can't help you if you don't."
Reluctantly, Alfreda put her hands on the other girl's shoulders and slid them down along her sides until they were resting on the outward flare of hip.
The blonde sighed and let her lips trail down Alfreda's neck and across her shoulders. Her breath was coming quickly, whether from real or feigned passion, Alfreda couldn't tell, and the moist lips burned over the upper curve of her breasts, then flowed like lava into the snowy valley between them. In spite of herself, Alfreda wriggled and instantly the eager mouth came upward and settled on a nipple. Sucking and stabbing at the sensitive rosette with her tongue, Candy soon had the nipple peaked and firm. Dismayed that her body should so betray her, Alfreda moaned in protest as the other nipple responded even more quickly.
"Sexy, sexy Freddy," Candy murmured, holding one breast in both hands and sucking deeply on the rubbery nipple. "I just love big tits, and yours are like sweet ripe cherries. I could suck on them all day."
Alfreda's head was whirling. She didn't want this but was powerless to stop it. She didn't know if the blonde was playacting for Eric's benefit or if she meant what she said, but it didn't really matter. The effect of what she was doing was the same and it was useless to continue thinking either one of them could come through such a session unscathed.
Not knowing exactly what she intended, Alfreda tightened her grip on the blonde's waist at the same time she raised her head and bent her knees outward. What she got was two distinct shocks. The first came when Candy reached down between their bodies, opened both sets of labia wide and fully joined the slippery cunts. Her hardened clit moved over and around Alfreda's, up and down the nectared vulva and poked at the swampy entrance of the vagina. To the startled Alfreda, it felt much bigger than it actually was, but the worst part of all was that it sent jolts of pleasurable excitement rippling through her just as a man's cock did.
The room swam around her as she realized what that meant, and the second shock came as she caught sight of the tableau on the bed reflected in the many mirrors. That was Alfreda Marlowe lying there with legs spread holding another woman locked to her in carnal embrace! She could see Eric sitting cross-legged watching them with single-minded concentration, cold blue eyes expressionless and unblinking. She could see as well as feel the sucking mouth on her breast, hear the quickened breathing and feel the juiciness of cunt against simmering cunt. She could see it but she couldn't believe it. Alfreda Marlowe was straight, a married woman, a socially-conscious and socially-prominent citizen, and she didn't indulge in acts of lesbianism, much less enjoy them.
"You like it, don't you, Freddy?" Candy asked, pert bottom moving forward and back to increase the friction and heighten the stimulating effect between their overheated genitals. "You like being cunt-fucked in spite of all your protests."
Alfreda didn't answer. Her head fell back on the bed, rolling in silent refusal of this latest affront to her convictions. She wanted to deny that such actions could arouse her, to reject the words and all they implied, but the physical evidence was too conclusive and too strong on the other side. The facts didn't square with her image of herself, but the facts couldn't be ignored so she might as well get used to this new facet of her sexual nature.
Her body had already come to that conclusion. Her thighs had fanned out wider and her buttocks started to roll. Without consciously willing it, she turned her face and kissed the side of Candy's jaw.
"That's more like it," the blonde whispered huskily. "Give it all to me, doll. I'll rub my cunt into yours until you're so hot you can't stand it. I knew you'd like this, you luscious, fuck-loving bitch."
Alfreda gasped and stroked her hands up and down the straight length of Candy's back, then cupped around the churning white buttocks to pull the girl closer.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby!" Candy moaned, and her sharp little teeth tormented Alfreda's swollen nipples as her hot wet cunt ground into the redhead's swampy glade.
Alfreda's fingers were pressing deep into the firm round mounds of straining flesh. "Please ... please, do it harder ... push your cunt harder into mine!"
That was exactly what Candy was trying to do. She somehow managed to spread the full-lipped pussy wider open and flattened her own lush grove right down the middle of it.
"Ahhhh, that's good," Alfreda said as the blonde's clitoris came into direct contact with her own. "It feels as though my whole pussy is concentrated in that one little spot and yours is stuck fast to it."
"It is, darling. It's just one big pussy now ... one big, hot, wet, happy cunt fucking its way to paradise," Candy murmured.
Both cunts were aflow with love juice, and the pungent odor of female excitement was all around them, making Alfreda feel as though she were drowning in an effuvia of lust.
She arched her back and clasped the other girl to her with legs as well as arms, striving for maximum contact with the pointed little clit that was driving her crazy.
A few more seconds of that was all it took. Alfreda felt a sudden tension of her muscles and then a warm sense of relaxation as she came, sweetly and gently with none of the violence of sex with a man.
"That was nice," she sighed as she rocked the other girl still cradled in her arms.
Candy's orgasm followed almost at once. The blonde squealed and bucked hard against Alfreda and then lay still while the mouth of her cunt made spasmodic sucking motions against the redhead's sopping pussy.
"Oh Lord, I felt that all the way to my toes," Candy said, kissing Alfreda's shoulder. "Did you dig it?"
"Y-yes," Alfreda said uncertainly.
Candy's head came up and she looked at the redhead questioningly. "What's the matter? Wasn't it enough?"
Alfreda was embarrassed to discuss it. It was troubling and confusing enough to have taken part in lesbian lovemaking without making an issue out of her failure to achfeve a soul-shattering orgasm as she did with Eric.
"No, I can tell you didn't make it big," Candy said and then giggled. "Don't be bashful with me, darling. We've been about as intimate as two people can get and in a couple of minutes we're going to be more so."
Alfreda tried to push her away. "No. No more. It was an interesting experiment but we won't repeat it."
"I don't intend to ... not right now anyway," Candy told her. "Cunt-fucking is fun but it's really just a game. The real love thing between chicks is cunt-eating, and now I'm going to show you how it's done."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Candy began the promised demonstration at once. Sliding quickly down Alfreda's firm-fleshed thighs, she knelt between them, letting her blonde hair trail across the redhead's belly as she bent close to the enfoliaged mound and prepared to assault it.
"No ... don't," Alfreda protested.
"Shut up and lie still!" Eric ordered. "Or do I have to belt you again?"
Alfreda bit her lip and lay still. She should have known that Eric would insist if she showed any squeamishness at all.
"Don't worry, darling," Candy said, touching her lips to the satiny inside of the redhead's thigh and butterfly kissing her way up to the delectable mound at their apex. "You're going to love this."
Alfreda squirmed in spite of her resolve not to. "But I'm all wet and sticky there."
"The wetter the better," Candy said and licked at the curling red hair. "Who ever said it wasn't fun to get hair in your teeth?"
Candy's tongue began moving over the mound of love, not yet making direct contact with the gelatinous folds of the actual pussy but stimulating the sensitive flesh around it.
Eric had moved closer so that he could look down between Alfreda's thighs and see the blonde's tongue caressing the redhead's enslaved slit. His face was placid but there was a burning in his eyes that gave away the fact that watching two women make love excited him and that this demonstration wasn't just for the purpose of acquainting Alfreda with the sort of service she would be expected to provide for female customers.
Candace tongued the red hair away from the plump rose-colored labia and paused to admire the partially open petals and the deepening shades of scarlet of the lubricous furrow beyond. "Isn't that lovely? If I wasn't such a cock-lover, I'd say the human cunt was the most beautiful thing in the world."
Alfreda was beginning to think Candace was hung up on practically any form of sex there was. Staring down between her own peaked breasts, she was amazed at the look of delight on the other girl's face as she plunged it into the forest of damp red hair. She couldn't help wondering what she would do under the same circumstances. It didn't seem to bother Candy at all to use her lips and tongue on another woman's sex organs. Nor did she seem to take into consideration that part of the sticky residue on Alfreda's pubes was her own cunt juice.
Then she felt Candy's lips against the lips of her pussy, moving over them as though kissing the mouth of a lover. The gentle caress caused a tremor of lust to shake Alfreda despite her built-in blocks against such actions. An excitement she thought of as sick began to stir inside her. A warm, tingling sensation emanated from the nerve endings in her cunt, spreading from her inner recesses to heat up her whole being.
I won't...! won't give in to this! I was trapped into that other thing but this is too much! I'm not a lesbian ... or any other kind of pervert! I'm a normal, decent woman who....
The thoughts were barely conceived before Alfreda began to realize they were nonsense. She couldn't resist what was going on between her thighs any more than she could have stopped the sun from rising. There was a force of nature taking control of her body and emotions and it was irresistible.
Candy's tongue was darting in and out, up and down, flitting like a firefly over the naked vault. Alfreda could feel the pulpy prong slide as far as it could reach into her oiled sheath, twisting and vibrating against the sleek, responsive cunt walls. It was unbelievable the sensations that delicate penetration was creating. Fire ran through her bloodstream as though every tiny vein were directly in contact with the tip of that tongue.
Alfreda moaned and reached for the worshipful head between her thighs. She tangled her fingers in the golden fall of silky hair and pressed the girl closer, raising her thighs and letting them brush the smooth skin of Candy's cheeks.
The society girl accepted both gestures as encouragement and stabbed her talented tongue unbelievably far into the redhead's cunt, lapping at the vaginal juices and setting fires to burning in the tender tissue she was feeding on.
"I can't stand it ... I can't stand it," Alfreda gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"
Candy had shoved her hands under Alfreda's buttocks, and the long nails almost pierced the skin as she sank the fingers into the firm flesh, but Alfreda was so maddened by lust that she didn't care if they left ten permanent scars to mark her as the willing target for this girl's lovely, loving tongue.
Filled with the fires of the sun, that eager mouth ate and ate and ate. Alfreda felt as though her very soul were about to be drawn out by that sucking mouth. The avid lips and tongue had lured her soul down into her throbbing vagina and now intended to absorb it utterly. Yes, that was what was going to happen. She could feel it being drawn up and out by the sucking lips, the licking tongue ... the central core of her being was being stolen by....
Alfreda screamed and her buttocks rose up off the mattress, thighs clamped tightly around the other girl's head while shivering jolts of pleasure struck and struck again.
"You two are really something!" Eric's jeering voice cut through her haze of sensual joy. "You certainly are fine little ladies! Fine spoiled rich bitches is more like it! Ladies don't make exhibitions of themselves with their cunt-fucking and cunt-sucking games!"
Alfreda opened her eyes and stared up at him, unable to comprehend his sudden change of mood. "But you told me to do it ... you made me do it! It wasn't my idea."
"Yes, I told you to do it but I didn't tell you to enjoy it all that much," Eric said. "I don't want you to turn into a couple of bull dykes mooning around over each other's pussies all the time."
Alfreda didn't think she'd ever understand him. His pathological hatred for the rich and educated seemed to drive him from one extreme to another. First he punched her around because she didn't want to engage in lesbian love and then he snarled at her because she'd done it.
"Anyway, you'd better get some sleep," he said. "Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you. That's when you'll find out where it's really at. Candy, put her in the back bedroom and give her a sleeping pill that will knock her out until tomorrow afternoon. The dudes will be here then for the turning out."
Candy nodded, helped Alfreda from the bed and led her out of the room. Halfway down the hall, Alfreda yawned and realized she was very tired. She had been through a lot today, emotionally and physically, and was more than ready to rest.
Candace gave her a toothbrush, washcloth and towels and showed her the bathroom off the small bedroom. She pointed out a bureau that held nightgowns and pajamas, gave her the sleeping pill Eric had ordered and was about to leave when Alfred stopped her.
"What does being turned out mean, Candy?"
The blonde gave her a sympathetic smile. "The final testing to see if you're ready for the chumps. It's rough but you'll live through it. Eric calls in a couple of experts for that."
"Experts?"
"Experienced pimps," Candace explained. "You'll meet J. D. and Big Daddy tomorrow. They'll give you quite a workout, so grab a quick shower and get all the sleep you can."
Alfreda tried to think what the ordeal ahead of her might be like after Candace had left, but she was so weary her brain refused to work. She was just barely able to stay awake long enough to brush her teeth and wash up. Her eyes closed the minute her head hit the pillow and there were no dreams, erotic or otherwise, to disturb her sleep this night.
The next thing she was aware of was Eric shaking her awake. "Time to get up, lazybones. Here's a cup of coffee to get you going and breakfast is on the nightstand. Eat it all, you're going to need it. I'll be back in half an hour to get you. Candy laid out your clothes."
Alfreda sat up on the edge of the bed to sip at the coffee, grateful for its warmth and eye-opening aroma. She had a faint headache but aspirin, juice and coffee would take care of that. Grimacing at the sight of cereal, toast and eggs on the tray, she decided to ignore Eric's orders for once. She didn't have to do everything he told her. Some small spark of spunk and independence still glowed inside her and she'd have to keep it alive with unimportant defiances since she couldn't seem to manage big ones.
When Eric came back, she was dressed in the erotic underthings, skin-tight dress and spike-heeled, ankle-strap sandals Candace had set out for her. Eric nodded approval of the outfit and took her back down the hall to a den-like room with a bar and low couches and chairs upholstered in fake white fur.
"I want you to be real nice to these dudes," Eric said just before they went inside. "They're my two best friends, the black dudes who got me started in the high game. They've turned out more hos in this state then any players I know. By the time they get through with you, you'll be the best little ho a chump ever forked over his money for."
There was a queasy feeling in the pit of Alfreda's stomach now. Eric left no doubt that he meant she was to let herself be used sexually by two men, and black men at that. Alfreda was a very liberal person and had no objection to sex between the races, but to be told so bluntly that she was to fuck two stranger blacks without even the hint of a relationship with them was a little unnerving.
"Eric, I don't think that I...." She didn't know how to phrase what she wanted to say.
"Come on, Freddy, this is your chance to show what a great suburban liberal you are," Eric jeered. "Here's the chance I promised you to help a couple of poor ghetto boys."
"But ... I...."
"You're a bigot! All your fancy talk about tolerance and racial equality is as phony as your claim to being a chaste, respectable wife!"
"No, that has nothing to do with it. It's just that ... well, I'd at least like to know a person before I fuck him."
"Then get in there, ho, and I'll introduce you!" Eric said, putting his hand against her back and shoving.
Propelled so abruptly into the room, Alfreda stumbled and ran into a short, powerfully built man with a cafe au lait complexion. The man put a hand out and steadied her while his sparkling black eyes ran over her appraisingly.
"So this is the new chick, Eric," he said, lifting Alfreda's hand to his lips and kissing it finger by finger as he drew her farther into the room. "Come on in, honey. What's your name?"
"Alfreda," she said, "but Eric calls me Freddy."
"Freddy? Okay, that's what we'll call you. It don't matter what the name is. A chick as good-looking as you ought to be just called Beautiful."
There was the same air of odd formality about him that Alfreda had noticed about Eric and she guessed this was where he had learned it. And instead of the flashy clothes she had expected, he wore a plain black shirt jacket and straight black pants. There were no rings on his fingers and no watch on his wrist. He was shorter than Alfreda by an inch or so but handsome, with bright expressive eyes and a strong masculine body. The difference in height might have made her uncomfortable on the dance floor but she supposed it didn't make all that much difference in what they were about to do.
"Hey, Big Daddy, come on over here and see what our hunky brother has found. Looks like a treasure ... a real money-maker."
"Hey, man, a redhead! How about that?" a deeper, coarser voice said, and another man came from behind the bar and moved toward them. Big Daddy was taller than J. D. and of a much darker complexion. His shoulders were very broad and tapered down into a flat belly and powerful thighs. Dressed much more flamboyantly than his friend, he wore a red shirt with white lace cuffs and collar, and white bell-bottomed pants with red stripes down the sides. While J. D. looked like a vest pocket Hercules, Big Daddy reminded Alfreda of a sleek panther. A strongly sensual, attractive man, she thought, until she took a closer look at his face. His features were regular enough but there was something in his eyes, something lurking behind the look of open lust with which he was regarding her, a cold ruthlessness that she found disturbing.
"Yeah, Eric, you done all right. This gal looks like a real swinger," Big Daddy said, moving closer to loom over Alfreda.
Alfreda smiled at him nervously. "I'm glad to meet you, Big Daddy."
"Mister Big Daddy to you, hunky ho!" the man said, reaching to place a strong hand at the back of Alfreda's head and draw her mouth up to his. The kiss was no gentle caress. The mouth was hard and demanding, the tongue plunging arrogantly beyond the barrier of her teeth and tangling hotly with hers. In spite of herself, Alfreda found that she was answering the relentless pressure of the domineering mouth, reacting to the sexual magnetism of the man.
"Aw, man, you got a hot one here," Big Daddy rumbled, releasing her. "This gal got a fire inside. Turning her out is gonna turn me on."
"How about a drink, pretty lady?" J. D. asked, placing a glass in Alfreda's hand and tickling his fingers across her palm as he did so.
More nervous than before, Alfreda took several quick swallows, not caring what was in the drink. Fiery liquor burned down her throat and hit her stomach so hard she realized it must have been straight bourbon. Someone obviously had assumed she might need some Dutch courage and had supplied it fast.
Still off balance from the savage kiss and the effect of the drink, Alfreda watched J. D.'s fingers tiptoe up her arm and flutter onto her breast while he led her toward a couch. Where did it go from here, she wondered. Did they just sit down and make polite chatter for a while? That seemed kind of silly. Everyone knew what she was there for so why be hypocritical about it? Maybe she ought to gulp the rest of her drink, strip off her clothes and tell them to have at it. But there were two of them and only one of her. How were they going to decide who went first? Did they intend to draw straws or would it be lady's choice?
"Sit here between us," J. D. invited, patting the cushion. "And you, Eric, just stay on the other side of the room and watch. Dig?"
"Dig," Eric said, grinning and winking. "Freddy is all for you dudes. I'll just keep the drinks and whatever else you want coming."
Big Daddy sat down on the other side of Alfreda, pressing his muscular thigh against hers, and she quickly downed the rest of her drink. Maybe the best way to get through this was to get and stay slightly smashed.
"I am specially fond of redheads," J. D. confided, laying a hand on her right thigh. "I hope that's not just a wig you're wearing."
"Let's see if she's a real redhead," Big Daddy said, and his big hand glided under Alfreda's short skirt.
"Uh ... would anyone care to dance?" Alfreda asked, getting quickly to her feet as she suddenly lost her nerve.
"You dance," Big Daddy ordered. "You dance and we'll watch. Pretend you're a topless dancer in a bar."
Alfreda shoved her empty glass at Eric, questioning him with her eyes. Was she supposed to entertain these guys as well as fuck them? At his curt nod, she shrugged resignedly. What did it matter? If she danced for them, did a little strip tease, it might delay the inevitable until she could anesthesize herself with a couple more drinks.
"I'm not really a dancer," she said, backing away from the couch and the two pairs of black, sultry eyes that both frightened and excited her. "I won't be very good at it."
"Nonsense," J. D. Said. "Any woman can dance when she wants to tempt a man."
Eric hurried over to hand her another strong drink and swat her stingingly on the fanny. "J. D.'s right, Freddy. Dance!"
She raised the glass to her lips and drank half of it in one swallow, welcoming the warmth that spread outward from her stomach, making her feel giddy and slightly light-headed. A feathery tingle of sensual anticipation started in her loins, making her want to display herself, to show these two black men the fullness of her hips, the smooth roundness of her thighs and the lushly plumaged mound that sheltered her cunt.
"Dance, ho!" Big Daddy rumbled as the record Eric had selected began to fill the room with an insinuating rhythm.
Setting the glass down on an end table, Alfreda revolved dreamily a couple of times, letting her hands drift slowly upward to touch her hair. The movement raised her breasts high and brought a low whistle of appreciation from J. D. and a flick of red tongue along Big Daddy's lower lip. She let her hips sway lazily while she located and removed the pins that held her hair upswept, then shook her head to make the shining mane swirl and cascade around her face and shoulders.
Watching the changing expressions on the men's faces, she started to undulate and sway, slowly at first and then faster as the strange compulsion to bare her body and flaunt it before all three men became stronger and the music wilder. Eric might be here only as an observer but she was doing this for him as much as the other two. She wanted him to witness her wantonness, her total abandonment to carnality. She wanted him to see and understand just what she was doing for him.
Her hips were churning and hair swinging as she kicked off her shoes and moved a few steps toward the two black players, stomping her feet to the voluptuous beat of the music and sending her brief skirt flying upward to reveal the creamy tops of her thighs, the froth of black lace circling her middle and the dimple of her navel.
J. D. smiled widely and applauded, but Big Daddy just watched from under hooded lids.
She danced closer to them, aware that the increasing heat of her body was reenforcing the perfume she had applied to the undercurves of her breasts and the inner surfaces of her thighs. The woman-perfume aura must be reaching them, she thought, as she backed away again, shimmying her hips and thrusting her pelvis forward in lustful invitation.
Big Daddy licked his lips and showed his teeth in a mirthless smile while his friend leaned forward and stared as though hypnotized.
The music as well as the watching men was intoxicating Alfreda and stirring her lust. She brought her hands up to caress her swelling breasts through the lacy fabric of the dress, touching the nipples and feeling them throb and strain to get free.
She reached for the zipper, drawing it slowly down and letting the dress fall from her shoulders as it came loose. Her breasts ached to be bare, to swing and bobble before lust-glazed male eyes, to stand up straight and proud with the nipples hard and yearning. The dress dropped to the floor and she stood there letting them look their fill at the sexy half-bra, sequined garter belt and skimpy lace panties-all black and contrasting sharply with her milky white skin. She picked up her glass and drained it although she didn't really need the liquor any more. She was already drunk on the music, her own movements and the eyes of the men as they stared at and lusted for her body.
Big Daddy lay his head back on the couch, eyes half-closed and glittering. His legs were wide apart and the front of his pants bulged hugely with the swell of his engorged genitals. The knowledge that she had produced that erection, had aroused his jaded appetite by just dancing around a little bit, was exhilarating in the extreme. A similar bulge in the crotch of J. D.'s pants made her sway tipsily with a delicious sense of power laced with danger.
Rolling her buttocks and thrusting her pelvis forward, she reached for the hook of the bra, released it and shrugged the straps down her arms and off. The big globes bounced free, and J. D. sucked in his breath in awe.
Big Daddy bared his white teeth in a grimace of lust as she came close to him and leaned down so the lush spheres jiggled and leaped before his eyes, the nipples brushing his dark face.
There was heavy breathing from behind her and she knew Eric had so far forgotten his self-proclaimed task of bartending to come nearer and watch. She whirled to face him and found him sitting on the floor, arms clasped around his raised knees and his usually impassive face reflecting a courious mixture of emotions. Excitement, certainly, and lust, but also something else. Regret at seeing what had been all his being offered so brazenly to other men? She hoped so! She hoped it ate at him like acid every time she opened her thighs and offered the perfumed trap that was her cunt to these two black strangers.
Smiling tauntingly at him and rotating her buttocks for the benefit of the two players behind her, she hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of the panties and lowered them slowly down past the first spirals of carroty pubic hair. When he leaned forward and put out a hand, she laughed and turned back to the other two men.
"Come to me, Freddy," J. D. said, and she swayed between his knees and let her breasts slap against his cocoa-colored face. The firm, round orbs struck gently on each cheek, nipples rubbing lightly across his eyes, nose and slightly open mouth.
J. D. reached for her as she lowered the black lace briefs again and let the reddish tuft come fully into view. The fragile garment drifted down about her ankles and she stepped out of it and kicked it aside.
"Some hot bitch," Big Daddy grunted, watching her caress the inside of J. D.'s thighs with the outside of hers, then take one of the youth's hands and place it teasingly on the curly mat at the base of her belly.
Big Daddy growled and Alfreda swung reluctantly away from J. D. and slid between the taller man's outstretched legs.
"You a groovy-lookin' chick," Big Daddy said, reaching to touch the fluffy hair with a long black finger. "Cunt hair just like silk."
"You like it?" Alfreda asked throatily. "Does it excite you?"
"Yeah, hunky mama, it sho do," he drawled and pulled her closer, holding her with his strong thighs while he fingered the garter belt and dark stockings that emphasized her nudity and made a frame for the pink-lipped cunt at their center.
Leaning forward, she bounced her breasts along his face and neck and slid a hand between his thighs, fingers seeking and exploring the enormous bulge that stretched his pants to the bursting point. She fondled the long, thick cock through the pants, rubbing her palm over the pulsing head to test the strength of its response. Then she backed away and returned to J. D.
The shorter man gathered her in eagerly, nuzzling his face into the valley between her breasts and clutching the satiny, pliant sides to smother himself in soft titty flesh. Alfreda sucked in her breath as he sucked in a nipple, then reached to feel the swell of his genitals. He was almost as well hung as Big Daddy. Whatever else happened to her in the next few hours, she was going to be fucked by two vigorous and well-endowed men, she thought, and shivered in anticipation.
J. D. pulled her down onto his lap, and she didn't even try to resist. Her body burned with the need to be taken and she didn't care which of them fucked her first. She wanted them both and she was sure they both wanted her.
Her bare buttocks were against J. D.'s virile cock, his fingers stroking between her legs and his mouth sucking at her erect nipples.
"Don't forget I'm here too," Big Daddy growled, and Alfreda threw herself backward so that she was sprawled across both laps. Her head came to rest against his hard belly and she could feel the massive rod of his prick pressing into her cheek just as J. D.'s bone-like erection pressed into her thighs.
"All right, who's going to be first?" she asked shamelessly.
Neither man bothered to answer. Big Daddy's hands and mouth had taken possession of her breasts, squeezing and rolling the resilient mounds and sucking hurtingly on the tender tips until he had the nipples stretched into inch-long spikes that throbbed unbearably. J. D.'s lips were burning a path across her belly, brushing the tops of her thighs and sniffing at the juicy split he was agitating with his fingers.
Alfreda moaned under the double assault and reached for Big Daddy's zipper. Drawing it down she released the heavy dong, breathing in its strong male scent while she trembled at the heat and strength of it so close to her face. When she closed her hand around it, it jerked and twitched with a strong pulsing life of its own. It occurred to her then that it would be doubly exciting to have a leaping cock in each hand. Her free hand darted to J. D.'s fly and let out his distended member. Curling her fingers around it, she squeezed and felt its answering throb.
"I want you both," she panted as she rolled the cockheads against her palms. She knew that Eric was watching and it gave her a bitter kind of pleasure to wonder what he was thinking and feeling as he viewed the wantonness of her actions.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Big Daddy said.
"Are you going to be first?" Alfreda asked breathlessly.
"Right on. The dude with the biggest cock always gets to warm up the cunt first."
"No, let me go first," J. D. said. "I need to more than you do. Look, I am bleeding white." He pointed to the cock in Alfreda's hand and she saw a big drop of clear lubricant oozing out of the tiny mouth in the tip of it.
She groaned and scissored her thighs against the tormenting want. "Hurry, please hurry," she' begged.
Big Daddy gathered her up, one arm under her back and the other under her knees, and rose to his feet.
"No, no, do it here!" she said, sliding a closed hand up and down his shaft. "I can't wait!" That was the truth but it wasn't all of it. She also wanted to make sure Eric saw the men take her.
"Git out the way, man," Big Daddy said to J. D. and dumped Alfreda back onto the couch and began to remove his clothes. Kicking off his expensive boots, he skinned out of the red shirt, baring his broad chest with its crisply curling mat of black hair. The pants went next and then he was coming at her his enormous cock fully erect. With a whimper of fear that was lost in her overriding excitement Alfreda opened her knees and let them fall apart to expose the tempting pink crevice awash with fragrant love juice.
"Hey, maybe I better go check on the other girls," Eric said as Big Daddy knelt between Alfreda's thighs and aimed his powerful black lance at the molten center of her cunt.
Big Daddy merely grunted, preoccupied with easing his huge glans into Alfreda's gaping slit.
"Stick around and watch. I want you to see how much you've taught me," Alfreda said and lifted her legs to circle the big black's waist.
Big Daddy put his hands behind her knees and hoisted her higher as the purplish-black glans slid home and was followed rapidly by the rest of his shaft. With another grunt, the man sank his turgid weapon to the hilt in her hot, wet sheath.
"Ah, that's good," she cooed for Eric's benefit when the solid cockhead banged against the end of her channel.
"Mama, you are tight! Awful tight for a ho!"
Alfreda giggled a little hysterically. "It runs in the family. All the women in my family have tight cunts."
Big Daddy glowered at her, obviously not caring for either the giggle or the facetiousness.
"Never mind," she said. "Just fuck me ... hard ... hard ... hard!"
She squeezed him with her vaginal muscles as he drew almost out of her, and he groaned and drove back in with a force that jarred her from head to toe and sent lancing rays of lust shooting to every part of her body.
"You like that, hunky ho? You dig Big Daddy's fuckin'?"
"Yes ... oh yes," she gasped and almost bit her tongue as he gave another mighty hump that slammed his rigid pole against her cervix with a jolting thud. She began to thrust back at the skewering man meat. She was going wild. The whole situation-being fucked by a big-cocked black man while another watched and waited his turn-appealed to the perverse streak in her. She wanted Eric to see her like this, wanted him to know other men lusted for her.
Again and again Big Daddy rammed deep into her, screwing his cock in clear up to the balls, his wiry pubic hair crushing against her soft mound and his thighs scraping bruisingly along hers.
His hands were under her buttocks, hard fingers sunk deep in the tender globes he used to line her up for each of his thunderous plunges. He was using his cock like a battering ram to drive her to the heights of sexual madness.
"More ... more ... more!" she whimpered, grinding and hunching back at him.
"I give you more ... more than you can stand," the big black panted and rammed into her harder. She could feel the outer flesh being dragged in and out of her swampy pit, and it seemed as though the solid roots of him were trying to push inside her too.
"My God, will you look at that!" she heard Eric say, but the words had no meaning, it was as though he was in another world, far away.
She was rolling frantically under the savage onslaught of Big Daddy, out of her head with lust while the giant ramrod tried to drive right through her. That was what she wanted and she tried to help, arching her back and rearing up to meet the pumping shaft.
"Ha! Some hot woman!" Big Daddy said, grinding his cockhead against the end of her tunnel and the thick base against her clit to drive her even wilder.
Alfreda clutched at the heavy body, getting her arms around it and hunching her charged loins up at him violently. Her legs rubbed along his flanks and then shot into the air in her frenzy. One stocking had been ripped loose from the garter belt and was halfway down her leg and the belt itself was riding up around her rib cage but it didn't matter. All she cared about was that her desperately needful cunt was filled to capacity by that churning, driving pillar of male flesh.
Her breasts were crushed flat under the hairy chest, and the man's hard abdomen riding along her body made the elastic and lace of the garter belt and supporters feel like sandpaper on her delicate skin, but the only thing that interested her was the mighty pole splitting her like a ripe apple.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she babbled.
"Look a' that! You ever see such a cock-hungry bitch? She's an animal, a real animal!" The meaning of Big Daddy's words couldn't penetrate the fog of lust that enveloped Alfreda but later she would remember the contempt in his voice as well as the hypocritical disgust he expressed.
There wasn't time for such considerations at the moment. The big black was increasing the tempo, driving his shaft like a well-oiled piston up the tight cylinder of her cunt. Her bottom was moving constantly as she reared upward to meet his plunges, her ass bouncing on the soft fur of the couch in a steady rhythm.
"Ah, she is beautiful in the throes of lust," J. D. was saying. "A woman glorying in the ultimate function of her womanhood."
"A bitch in heat," Eric rasped. "A round-heeled, cock-loving slut!"
That cut through Alfreda's haze and made her seethe inwardly, but her mind was overcome by her body. Thought was washed away by the steady precision of being fucked by an expert. She felt the mounting nearness of her orgasm and let go even more than before. Her body seemed boneless as it flopped crazily under Big Daddy, giving itself up to total possession, total penetration, losing its identity and becoming only a cunt to be owned and used.
"I'm ... going ... to ... come!" she shrieked in a rising crescendo and raked her fingernails down the black giant's ridged back as her head strained back into the cushions of the divan. "Now ... now ... now.'!"
"Aagguunnnuhh!" the drawn-out, gutful sound was torn from Big Daddy's lips as he shot his load of semen spewing into the redhead's spasming channel.
"More ... more ... give me more!" she sobbed, clinging to the big man with arms around his waist and legs locked around his hips in an hysterical effort to drain the last drop of jism from his jerking cock.
Big Daddy looked at the two watching men and grimaced. "She feels like a suction cup. This ho's a real sex machine."
"Please, please," she whispered, "just keep on going!"
"Let go!" he ordered. "I am through with you for now."
"No, no!" she protested and clung tighter as she felt the softening cock begin to slip out of her still throbbing cunt.
"I said, let go!" Big Daddy snarled and back-handed her across the mouth. "These hos, they have no sense. Their brains is all in their cunts."
Alfreda's head rang but she didn't let go. Being hit only added to her arousal. She was discovering that being slapped around was part of the pleasure of being used by arrogant, dominating men. She recognized that it was a sick kind of pleasure but it wasn't one she cared to deny herself. So she just clung to the big body and kept hunching at it, trying to fuck herself on the semi-soft shaft.
The big black hand cracked against her cheek. "Let go, ho, let go!"
"Please, Freddy, let him go," J. D.'s voice pleaded. "I have been waiting for you all this time and I can give you what he will not."
"Yes, yes. I forgot," Alfreda said and hastily broke her grip on Big Daddy who got to his feet with a disgusted grunt.
J. D. took his friend's place above Alfreda, his sturdy body naked and gleaming in the light, his thick cock bobbing toward her. "Would you care to rest before continuing?" he asked politely.
"No, don't need rest ... need-good hard cock," she panted, fanning her knees outward and raising her buttocks so he could see the engorged love flesh with its dilating mouth and flushed folds.
"She's not even going to wash herself," she heard Eric say scornfully.
"Not that one," Big Daddy said. "She the type who like being sticky and smelly with come ... she'd swim in jism if she could."
Their voices held nothing but contempt for her, but Alfreda didn't care. Somehow that made it better.
And J. D. was as eager to begin as she was. It didn't matter to him that she was filled and running over with another man's fluids. His swollen cock pushed through the matted pubic hair and moved to enter the slippery, overheated cavern. She welcomed him with an upward thrust that caused the perfumed trap between her thighs to open and swallow his throbbing prick whole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
J. D. was gender, less dominatly male. When his good thick cock was firmly up inside her, his head was on a level with Alfreda's breasts, and he took advantage of this to suck on one nipple and then the other. She could feel the exciting suction all the way back to where the sensitive mound was attached to her chest. It drove her wild to have him nibble and chew at her that way while his cock fucked into her cunt with a hard regular rhythm.
Her desire had been only partially discharged by the violent copulation with Big Daddy and now it flared into a fresh conflagration. She grasped J. D.'s flanks and rolled ecstatically under his firm young body. Time after time the plunging rod was sucked deep into the whirlpool of her vagina, stretching the elastic slot and striking the flexible membrane at the end of the passage with thrilling effect.
"A queen of lust," J. D. murmured, "with breasts like mountains of ivory. They burn like fire in my mouth."
His leaping cock was doing the same thing in Alfreda's pussy. The hard knob of it was massaging the inner satin of her pearl pink furrow which lost no time in communicating messages of intense carnal pleasure to the rest of her body. J. D. was apparantly getting the same message from the way he was groaning each time her liquaceous canal engulfed and disgorged his lusty member.
"You are delicious, lovely one, delicious," he whispered, breath hot in her ear and then in her mouth as he stretched upward to kiss her.
Alfreda's thighs were already spread as wide as she could get them but she tried to open them even more. "More ... more ... harder ... harder!....
J. D.'s teeth sank into her shoulder as he bored in and out with short, quick strokes. She didn't feel the pain and could barely see him for the mist that was obscuring her vision. She was no longer rational, had become a hip-rolling, pelvis-grinding, vagina-contracting sex machine whose only concern was the size and strength of the cock reaming her cunt.
The rampaging male organ was making her juices flow more copiously, and the furry cushions under her were becoming matted with the overabundance dripping from the coital crater.
"Christ, I can smell her clear over here!" Eric said.
"Yeah, you got yourself a real bitch there, man," Big Daddy said.
Alfreda heard them and wondered if the remarks were made intentionally to further humiliate and dehumanize her until she fit Eric's pattern for the perfect whore. Perhaps, but with J. D. thrusting into her with long, deep strokes she didn't want to speculate any more. Her lower torso churned forward and back, encouraging the fleshy piston to pump with increasing speed.
"Fuck me, mama, fuck!" J. D. groaned, and her already flaming lust turned into a blazing torch. She squeezed his ribs with her knees and rocked him with all her might.
They rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with her on top. Bodies damp with sweat, they made loud slurping sounds every time they came together or drew apart. Ignoring the obscene noises, Alfreda hooked her legs under J. D.'s thighs and fucked him with all the strength she possessed.
A hoarse groan burst from the youth's lips, and she felt the head of his cock vibrate and then jerk against the mouth of her womb as he spilled his hot fluid into the subterranean reaches of her aching cunt. She howled as her own climax struck and sat straight up on the penetrating male, hands thrown up over her head and damp hair whipping about her face. Her breasts bounced and jiggled while she rolled her hips and milked J. D.'s fading erection for the last drop of spermy semen.
Through the strands of hair plastered to her face, Alfreda could see Eric and Big Daddy watching as she rode J. D. as though he were a bucking bronco. Eric's were wide and his lips were twisted into a sneer. Big Daddy was still naked, looking like pictures she had seen of giant Zulu warriors, but this time without a loin cloth and with a massive erection rising from the rank pubic growth like a column of ebony. The expression on his face was lust overlaid with contempt.
But when she continued to rock on J. D.'s middle, Big Daddy's lips tightened and rage flared in his eyes.
"Stop that!" he commanded.
Alfreda didn't pay any attention. She was bathed in the afterglow of orgasm and didn't want it to end.
"I told you to stop!" Big Daddy roared, grabbed her by the hair and toppled her off the other man.
"Why do you want to spoil it?" she said. "I just wanted to enjoy
"Enjoy?" he raged. "You are here for our pleasure, not yours! You are a whore and no one gives a shit whether you enjoy or don't enjoy!" .
He flung her from him and she skidded across the coffee table on her bare bottom. Landing on the floor again with a painful thump, she scrambled to her knees and yelled at him, "Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!"
He came around the table and grabbed her by the hair again. "Don't talk back to me, ho! I've broken better women than you! You're nothin' but a filthy bitch, wallowing in lust until you stink!"
"Take your hands off me!" Alfreda said, trying to shake off the savage grip on her hair. "You can't treat me like this! I'm leaving!"
He shook her like a cat shakes a mouse. "The hell you are! We came here to turn you out and that's what we're gonna do!"
Alfreda began to cry. "Eric, make him stop! This wasn't part of the bargain. Don't let him hurt me!"
Eric yawned and looked at the ceiling.
Big Daddy twisted his fingers tighter in her hair. "You see? Don't expect anyone here to side with you. Come on, Eric, help me throw this dirty bitch in the shower. She gotta learn to be clean on the outside before a decent man will touch her!"
He let go of her hair and took hold of her right arm and leg, and Eric moved to do the same on her left. She couldn't tell from his face what he was thinking but he obviously intended letting the big black treat her any way he liked.
"Take it easy, man," J. D. said, trailing after them. "This one is a lady. Don't be so rough."
"Hush yo' mouth," Big Daddy drawled in the exaggerated accent he only remembered to use occasionally. "She loves it! All hos need discipline! They don't understand anything else."
"Well ... maybe...." J.D. conceded, but the look he gave Alfreda was sympathetic.
Big Daddy and Eric manhandled her into the bathroom and dumped her on the hard tile floor. She scrambled to her knees and glared up at them. "I'll never forgive you for this," she said to Eric. "Never!"
"Yo' ho ain't trained right, brother," Big Daddy said. "She still thinks what she feels makes some difference to us. We show her, huh? We show her she nothin' but shit ... right, man?"
"Right on," Eric agreed.
Big Daddy scowled and stepped astride her, hands on his hips and the huge wand of his penis swaying lewdly. Staring up at the great black cock that towered upward from the kinky black brush, Alfreda felt a sudden rush of heat but tried to keep it from showing in her face.
"You haven't any right to treat me this way," Alfreda said. "Why do you do it?"
"'Cause I hate you. I hate all hunky hos," Big Daddy said. "My mama raised me to be a preacher and taught me to hate all hos ... specially hunky hos."
"But you're a...." She almost said pimp but swallowed the word just in time. "You're a player like Eric. How can you hate your business associates?"
"Ha! You call hos business associates? Hos is to stick a prick in! Hos give me money to suck my cock! You is nothin' ... less than nothin'!" His bare black foot shoved between her breasts and pummeled them. "You gonna crawl in that shower or get yo'self thrown?"
"I'll ... I'll crawl," she said as he removed the foot. Turning on her stomach, she raised herself on her hands and knees. She told herself that it was his upbringing and the frustrations of ghetto life that were to blame for his cruelty, that made him strike out at her whiteness, but her tolerance didn't prevent her from getting sexual pleasure out of his brutality.
"Get your ass in there!" he said and his big foot connected with her buttocks. "Clean yourself off so you can suck me off without getting me as dirty as you are!"
Alfreda landed on her face in the shower enclosure, shivering in fear and revulsion at the thought of taking that extraordinary length of black meat in her mouth, of blowing this brute until he filled her throat with his scalding, choking emission.
Then she was shivering for another very real and present reason. Ice cold water poured down on her as Big Daddy reached in and turned on the shower full force.
"Hey, that's cold!" she gasped. "Turn it off!"
He laughed and the harsh, humorless sound made her shiver harder.
"St-stop it! Th-that's s-s-so c-cold!" she said through chattering teeth. Why are you so mean? Aren't we all brothers and sisters?"
"You no sister of mine, bitch! You'd have to wipe the white off you face and the ho out of your soul 'fore you could be my sister," he said and gave the faucet knob another twist so that she was almost scalded by the sudden stream of hot water and steam.
Alfreda yelped again. "You're burning me! You'll boil me alive! Turn it off!" She tried to huddle in a corner and when the burning spray still hit her, crawled out of the enclosure only to have him put a foot in her face and shove her back in.
"Just like a hunky!" he spat. "Never satisfied! Don't like cold ... don't like hot!"
"Please, make it hot and cold ... warm water."
His laugh barked out again, but he adjusted the spray to a hard, stinging spray that was neither freezing nor scalding.
"Thank you," she said uncertainly.
He stepped inside the shower and loomed over her again. "First thing we gotta wash is yo' cunt. Bend over backwards and raise and open it up so the filth can be washed out!"
Shamed at the humiliation he was forcing on her but afraid to disobey, Alfreda took the acrobatic position he demanded. Silently grateful for the ballet and yoga exercises that kept her limber, she spread her knees and legs wide, straining every muscle in her body to hold her body so the water could strike her exposed pussy.
"That ain't good enough," he said and pushed at her knees with his foot until they were so far apart she thought she might split.
She groaned at the extra strain put on her leg muscles but held the pose as best she could, afraid that if she collapsed now, he'd think of something worse to do to her.
"Yeah, that gets it," he said, standing so he could look directly down into her cunt. "That's what you are-all cunt. What was that some fella said about a woman being an attachment to the vagina. That position show you just like you is!"
As far as she was concerned, Alfreda thought, he was right. The perfumed trap between her legs had made a slave of her, turned her into a thing to be used by any man who wanted a place to stick his cock.
"Look at you, you shameless slut! Dripping with the jism of two men and you don't even care! How come you ain't beggin' to get clean?"
He picked up a hose-like . attachment and screwed it onto the faucet, then turned the water control knob so the flow came out through the nozzle. Leaning over, he aimed the nozzle at her vulnerable pussy from only a few inches away. "There, that oughta take care of your dirty twat."
The water hit her sensitive flesh and she squealed and almost toppled over.
"Good! This'll blast the stink of depravity from your man-eating maw even if it can't do the same for your leprous soul!" Whatever else his early training had or had not done, it certainly had left Big Daddy with a taste for colorful vituperation.
He moved the nozzle closer and let it touch the pubby labia. The metal felt cold as ice against the inflamed tissue, and the water was shooting so forcefully up her vagina that she was afraid it might break through somewhere and flood into her abdominal cavity. Instinctively, she tried to close her thighs, and Big Daddy laughed as he held her knees in place with his, refusing to let them swing together.
He shoved the nose of the nozzle just inside the lips, and the warmth of the water spraying directly on the clitoris began to have a strange effect on Alfreda. The torrent gushing in and out of her was becoming undeniably stimulating. Even in her strained, unnatural position, her hips started to move in response to the constant excitation of her most sensitive area.
"Ha! She digs that!" Big Daddy said. "The slut gets all hot over a little stream of water. She'd probably come if a man pissed inside her!"
That idea seemed to intrigue him. "Yeah ... yeah, I bet she would." He withdrew the nozzle, put the hose aside and turned off the water, then positioned himself so he could aim his swollen cock directly at her open pussy.
"How about it, ho? You gonna come when I piss in yo' cunt?" His voice was a cruel purr.
Alfreda's middle class sensibilities were so outraged that she couldn't even protest. She raised her head and just stared at him, eyes wide with shock.
"Answer me, ho! You gonna come when I use that dirty cunt for a pisspot? That's about all it good for anyhow, ain't it?"
"I ... no ... don't!" she managed to gasp as he took the monstrous shaft in his hand and pointed it directly at the quivering woman flesh.
He laughed and let loose a steaming yellow stream of urine that filled the enclosure with its acrid smell as it splashed against her open thighs and drenched her cunt with its hot stink.
Alfreda swayed, sure she was going to faint, but also aware that the hot spray was affecting her sexually. Her stomach churned with disgust but her pussy was reacting with excitement.
"You dig that, don't you, bitch? You dig anything that lets you know how rotten your soul is!" Big Daddy rasped, spraying urine on her belly and flipping his cock to splatter the jutting breasts and send the diminishing stream into her eyes and mouth.
He roared with laughter as Alfreda spat and sputtered but was unable to prevent a few drops from going down her throat.
"Serves you right, bitch! That's better than soap to wash your mouth out with! But it didn't make you come, did it? It got you all hotted up but it didn't make you come."
Shameful as it was, Alfreda had to admit that even as she kept herself from vomitting, there was a raging inferno in her cunt, a fire that threatened to destroy her.
"What ... what's the matter with me?" she sobbed as her body writhed uncontrollably. "Why do I feel this way? Why do I want to be humiliated and why does it get me so...."
"Who cares?" the big black snorted, grabbing her roughly by the waist and tilting her forward until she was on her knees in front of him. "I'm gonna give you a break, ho! I'm gonna let you do what you been dying to do every since you first laid eyes on this."
Holding the bloated cock in one hand, he waved it in Alfreda's face. She wiped at her tears and blinked rapidly, focusing on the long, thick stalk with its bulbous purplish head and gnarled roots. Her nostrils twitched at the strong male scent but her tongue snaked along her lip in fearful anticipation.
"You do want it, don't you, bitch?"
She nodded, telling herself it was only right that a rich white woman should suck the cock of a black man who had suffered from the brutality of white society. There was a certain basic justice to it, she rationalized, but even while she was thinking it, she knew such reasoning had nothing to do with the wild compulsion she felt to take the magnificent ebony pylon in her mouth.
Her hands moved tentatively to his muscular thighs, touching them with worshipful fingers. She leaned against them, crushing her white breasts to the dark flesh so her sensitized skin could feel the wiry hair on the inside of his thighs scrape against it.
"Okay, ho, start slow! Do it right and don't be in too much of a fuckin' hurry!"
She licked out at the spongy hardness, but he stopped her with a shove that set her back on her heels.
"I said start slow! Work your way up to it! Begin by kissing my feet!"
Beyond caring, Alfreda leaned forward, wet hair hanging around her face and pressed her lips to the black instep. Circling the bony ankle with moist kisses, she moved her mouth down the length of the foot to the toes, which she dutifully kissed separately and licked between. Lifting the foot, she kissed the pink-tinged sole before moving on to the other.
"Hot damn but you're somethin' else!" Big Daddy said gleefully. "You do know how to throw yourself into it!"
Alfreda hadn't the will nor the inclination to answer. She was too busy moving her worshipful mouth up his legs, kissing the powerful muscles of his calves, trailing her tongue over the knobby knees and progressing steadily up the hairy thighs. As she kissed higher, she became aware all over again of the wild, pungent musk of his distended cock and pubic area.
By the time she got to the top of his thighs, Alfreda was whimpering with excitement. Her mouth moved into the area where his legs joined his torso and the massive sac that held his testicles were against her cheek. Touching her tongue to the tightly puckered balls, she sobbed and let her mouth fill with kinky black hair while she buried her nose at the source of the arousing man smell.
Turning her head slightly, she saw herself mirrored in the glass wall of the enclosure. The whiteness of her breasts was startling against the dusky thighs, and her white face was a shocking sight pressed into the black crotch, the heavy balls indenting her cheek and the monstrous black cock seeming to grow out of her forehead.
The reflection drove Alfreda into a frenzy. Her arms went around the man's legs, fingers stroking the hard buttocks but finding them unyielding when she would have used them to cling to. Salivating so freely she was almost drooling, she licked her way through the curly pubic hair to the base of the awesome tower.
Big Daddy grunted as her fingers closed around the swaying shaft and held it still so she could lick up one side and down the other as though it were a gigantic licorice stick.
"I'm going to eat it all up," she whispered childishly. "I'm going to suck it and lick it till I make it all gone."
"Yeah, you do that," Big Daddy said, standing with feet planted wide apart, hands on hips, as he watched her red tongue lave his pulsing tool. "I can see you is a natural born cocksucker."
Twirling her tongue tormentingly around and around the bulging ridge that marked the swell of the glans, Alfreda stabbed at the tiny slit in its center and then opened her mouth to suck it in.
But it wouldn't go in. Stretching her lips into the biggest O she could manage, the enormous bulb only bumped hurtingly into the opening but couldn't pass through it.
"Open up!" Big Daddy growled. "Pull 'em back and let me in or I'll make you wish you had! Don't mess with me, woman, or I'll kick the shit out of you!"
"I'm trying ... I want to...." Alfreda babbled, "but it just won't fit."
"Then I'll help it," Big Daddy said and reached down with both hands to stick thumbs and forefingers inside her lips and spread them more painfully wide. Then drawing back slightly, he slammed his cock deep into her mouth.
Alfreda was rocked back on her heels by the huge pillar of black flesh bulldozing into her mouth. She gagged but fought the choking sensation as the tangy meat scraped along her teeth, forcing her tongue up against her soft palate and bulging out her cheeks as though she had twin jaw-breakers in her mouth.
Big Daddy snickered at the sight. "How you like that, hunky ho? My, my, if only your hunky husband and hunky mother and father could see yo' now, wouldn't they be proud of you! You is a true credit to your race!"
Fighting the feeling of terror that the monstrous thing would block her windpipe, Alfreda looked at their reflection in the glass. The creamy whiteness of her body crouched at the feet of the big black, red hair falling like a curtain over her shoulders and her mouth crammed full of ebony cock was fantastically erotic to her. Seeing herself totally subjected to the male, completely degraded and dishonored, stimulated her so strongly that vaginal glands were activated in the cavern of her cunt and salivating glands turned her mouth into a slippery sheath that could easily accommodate the immense penis.
With her whole body throbbing with lust, she began to suck. Her mouth and throat worked together on the invading cock, making its owner snort with pleasure.
"That's it, you prick-loving whore! Gorge your lily-white throat on good black meat!"
There was no way Alfreda could comment on that. The only sounds she could make were slurps and gurgles, but she couldn't keep from thinking.
This is where I belong. I was born to suck cocks. It shames and humiliates me but it drives me wild with lust ... it arouses every female urge to be subjected that there is in me ... and I love it!
Big Daddy couldn't stand still. He was rocking her head from side to side by swiveling his hips and knocking it back and forth with thrusting movements.
Alfreda didn't care. He could have knocked her head clear off her shoulders and she would have kept on sucking. She was aflame with lust and fire than through her veins instead of blood. The smell of her own sex musk rose from her cunt and when she squeezed her thighs together, she could feel the wetness trickling between them.
Big Daddy had leaned forward over her, the columns of his legs pressing against her body as he shoved his thick member deeper into her mouth and jolted her head against the tile wall of the shower.
"Now get me off!" he ordered, breath rasping in and out of his open mouth. "I'm ready!"
The slurping, slavering sounds grew louder and saliva ran down Alfreda's chin, but she didn't have time to notice. Her mouth and throat were acting together to create one continuous sucking action. And as she sucked, he pulled partially out and rammed back in, thudding her head against the wall and batting it from side to side until she was dizzy from the constant motion as well as her intense passion.
With a howl like a beast in the jungle, Big Daddy bucked against her so hard she went over backwards, her neck bent at an angle, head trapped against the wall. Knees on her shoulders, he humped strongly again and came in her mouth in a flood she imagined would have followed the cracking of Boulder Dam.
She was twisted and pinned in such a position that she couldn't have avoided or rejected his semen if she had wanted to. But she didn't want to. She swallowed it as though it were crystal pure water and she were dying of thirst. The hot viscous fluid filled her mouth, flooded down her throat, oozed out the sides of her lips and dripped off her chin. She gulped and swallowed and licked and still it came, accompanied by her moans of delight at being inundated and almost drowned in male jism.
And then the other thing happened. She had been aware of the throbbing in her cunt all the time she was sucking but she hadn't thought she was anywhere near orgasm until the tangy juice shot into her mouth and the jerking man flesh set her off.
She felt the tightening of her vaginal muscles, the sudden warm dampness between her legs and then a long shudder shook her whole body.
Big Daddy stared down at her in surprise. "Hey, how about that! Look at that hot-assed cunt git herself off suckin' my cock! Never seen a woman come just from cock-suckin'. Didn't know it could be done!"
He began pulling away from her in spite of the fact that her tongue was still licking avidly at him, lapping at the residue of thick, creamy come and trying to arouse him again.
"Stop it, bitch! Give it a minute to rest," he said, slapping her away. "Don't be such a damn greedy whore."
"Please ... please," she whimpered, kissing his balls. "I want to do it again."
"Maybe later. Leave it alone for now. Don't push me, ho!"
"You gonna keep her all to yourself forever, man?" a voice asked and they both turned their heads to see J. D. standing naked at the door of the shower.
Big Daddy grinned at the shorter man. "Naw. We're brothers, ain't we? We both blood and we both pimps, and we gonna fuck this hunky ho until her cunt falls off. Come on in and we'll let old whitey give us both a bath."
CHAPTER NINE
J. D. didn't need a second invitation. He stepped into the enclosure, and Alfreda found herself crouched at the feet of two men instead of one.
"On your feet!" Big Daddy commanded and whacked her on the butt as she scrambled to obey. "Here's the soap. Now cover up that dirty white body with suds!"
She stood there between the two men and rubbed the scented soap all over herself, aware every second of the two naked male bodies touching hers, of their growing erections and hot breath.
"That's enough," Big Daddy said finally when she could no longer turn without bumping into a stiff cock. Strong black fingers closed on her soapy breasts and dug in until she wanted to scream before pulling her to him. "Begin!"
Her soapy body slid over his, breasts moving over his hairy chest, thighs rubbing up and down his legs and belly smearing suds on his hard, flat one. Bending her knees and putting her arms around his body, she rubbed herself up and down, using her ribs to massage his broader midriff while her legs slithered all over his lower torso and firmly planted legs. And all the time she could feel his knobby-headed prick bouncing and swaying against the insides of her thighs, the base of her belly and the bubble covered recess of her womanhood.
"Hey, man, this is groovy," J. D. said, pushing against her from behind, body curving to fit around hers, belly against buttocks and his shaft stroking into the crevice between them. His arms came up around her and his hands cupped her breasts, kneading gently and fingering the nipples into hard points.
Alfreda was immersed in male flesh. Two strong bodies were pressing in on her, one eager penis poking at her from the back and the other from the front. There was a roaring in her ears and her legs threatened to give way as the realization hit her that she was about to be fucked by two men at once. She should have been horrified, and in some small part of her being that still believed all she had been taught and accepted the taboos of society about such unorthodox joinings, she was. But her most predominant reaction was excitement and wonder and curiousity as to how it was to be accomplished.
J. D.'s hands left her breasts, sliding down her sides and across her belly to search through the soapy pubic hair until he located her clit. He stroked it into throbbing stiffness with a knowing finger, then used his other hand to caress her buttocks with a tantalizingly light touch before sliding between them to push against the puckery ring of her anus.
"No, not there!" Alfreda gasped. "That will hurt."
"Not if we get it all slippery and excited," J. D. husked and slid down her soap-slick back until he was kneeling behind her. Before she could object further, he had pressed his face between the flushed hillocks.
"You take too much care," Big Daddy complained. "Don't baby her. Hos like to be hurt."
Alfreda jumped as J. D.'s wet tongue licked at the inner slopes of her ass. Then his warm lips were touching her anus and a second later the tip of his tongue was probing at the tightness of the sphincter. There was no pain as he breached the tiny orifice, only a faint tingling, but as he began stroking in and out, a voluptuous sensation spread rapidly and soon she found herself pushing backward in-enjoyment of the perverse pleasure. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have a spit-wet tongue fucking up her ass while the man's breath tickled the outer surfaces.
Big Daddy was getting impatient. He ground his pelvis against the bony arch at the top of her pubes and butted his iron-hard prick at the soft labia.
"Wrap your legs around me, woman!" he ordered. "Stock yourself on your main man's prick!"
The reaming tongue and ramming cock were driving Alfreda crazy. She was ready for anything. Nothing seemed too outre or too painful if it also brought the wild ecstasy of the orgasms she craved.
She put her hands on Big Daddy's shoulders, spread her legs wide and captured the huge glans between the outer lips of her pussy. When she had it positioned properly, she lifted her legs around his waist and impaled herself on the rigid rod, moaning at the surge of passionate pleasure that resulted. At almost the same moment, she felt J. D.'s gentle tongue withdraw from her anus and then something harder and thicker pushed against the slightly relaxed aperture.
"Stab her hard, brother!" Big Daddy said. "Make ground meat of that pretty pink asshole!"
J. D. groaned and his stiff joint tried to enter her rear passageway. His arms came up around her again and his hands fondled her breasts while he applied pressure from the back.
Big Daddy was starting to move, his fingers gripping her thighs and the huge cock alternately ramming and pulling at. her tight canal. Rough as he was, it felt good, but there was pain from the orifice in back. Even lubricated and somewhat relaxed from the anilingus, it hurt as J. D. drove his shaft against the strong terminal muscle. Alfreda automatically hunched forward to get away from the invading cock and the movement forced Big Daddy deeper into her.
"Get it in, man, get it in!" the tall black rasped, bucking back at the redhead while his hands yanked her toward him and his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass. "This ho gotta learn to take cock in both ends!"
Hearing it put into words was both frightening and tremendously exciting, and Alfreda didn't know whether to struggle and put off the penetration for as long as possible or to wriggle back against J. D. and help him effect entrance.
The decision didn't really matter. The youth behind her gave another push and suddenly his lusty lance made good its assault and popped inside the spincter to forge up her rectal passage. She moaned and bit her lip at the cramping pain but that gradually passed as the passage adjusted to the invading tube and the sensation changed to one of thrilling fullness.
"Ohhh ... ohhhhhhh ... ohhhhhh!" she moaned when J. D. began slowly pumping in and out while his brother player smashed at her from the front. "Fuck me ... don't stop ... both fuck ... don't ever stop!"
She let go of Big Daddy's shoulders and dropped her legs from around his waist so that she hung suspended, supported only by the strong shafts piercing her and the pressure of the two black bodies.
Her identity disappeared and she became nothing but a hot-slitted female intent on satisfying the sexual needs of two big males who were fucking her so thoroughly. She was skewered from end to end and she loved it. Rolling on the two steely rods, she could feel them passing over each other, so close they would have touched had not each been sheathed in its own slippery scabbard. One was electrifying every inch of her super-excitable cunt and the other was teaching her about erogenous zones she hadn't known existed in a region she seldom thought of.
Big Daddy put an ungentle hand under her chin and tilted her head back onto J. D.'s shoulder so he could glare into her glazed eyes while he fucked. "You depraved hunky whore! It takes a low-down slut like you to dig a scene like this!"
Alfreda moaned, more interested in J. D.'s fingers caressing her breasts and his hard young flanks flattening her buttocks as he stabbed into her fiery rectum.
Both men were breathing heavily as they screwed into their separate tunnels, and her whole body was alive with voluptuous sensation although she could barely move because she was trapped so tightly between the two powerful males.
J. D. was kissing her neck and ears and upper back, palms and fingers exciting her breasts and slick dong stroking deep into her hitherto inviolate asshole.
Big Daddy seemed to get his kicks as much out of reviling her as out of the actual fucking, but she was long past caring. As long as his matchless cock was filling her, fucking her deep and hard, she didn't give a damn what he said.
"Harlot! Slut! Whore!" the big man snarled, shaving J. D.'s hands away and taking a nipple between thumb and forefinger to twist it viciously. "Stinking little bigot, you ain't fit to have black cock in you!"
Alfreda winced but the pain only added to the delirium of her passion. She was willing to accept it as part payment for the intense joy she was receiving.
The virginal tightness of her anal passageway was telling on J. D. She could feel his hot breath gusting between her shoulder blades, the swollen hardness of his balls slapping between her buttocks and the pulsing of his cock as he screwed up her ass. She knew his climax must be near and she soon would be feeling for the first time the spurting of semen in her intestinal canal.
Big Daddy was also approaching orgasm but not quite so rapidly, and she wanted them both to come at the same time. She brought her legs up around the driving hips and humped forward on him, pulling slightly away from J. D.
"No, no, come back!" the man protested, but she clung determinedly to Big Daddy, slamming down hard on his thick pole.
"See what an animal she is?" Big Daddy sneered. "She ain't got one streak of decency in her!"
Alfreda didn't have time to consider the irony of a pimp talking about someone else's sense of decency. She was too busy fucking with both ends and whimpering like a lost child.
"I'm afraid I've hurt her," J. D. said. Big Daddy snorted and bulled into her harder. She felt his pectoral muscles tighten under her heels and his balls contract against her cunt lips and knew her frontal attack had served its purpose. She slid back on J. D., writhing and undulating so he would penetrate deeper than he had before. This brought new lances of pain but it also brought supreme pleasure to J. D. and in just a few seconds he jettisoned his load of semen and let it splash hotly into her bowels. At almost the same second, the other black man's jerking cock erupted in her cunt.
The spreading sensations all came together in Alfreda's convulsing loins. The hard male flesh almost meeting inside her, the double torrent of scalding jism spurting into her from front and back, sent her into a frenzy of screeching, writhing movement. She felt as though she were about to burst with ecstasy, cunt and anus spasming around their occupants in an orgasm that outdid anything she had experienced thus far.
But before she had time to enjoy it properly or recover from its debilitating force, the two pimps pulled free of her. J. D. turned on the shower to revive himself, he said, and to wash his reeking prick. Big Daddy dragged Alfreda "out of the bathroom into a bedroom where he tossed her onto the bed and started pummeling her for no reason at all. She shrieked and tried to get away but he straddled her middle and slapped her until her head rang.
"Don't ever try to get away from me, hunky redhead! I'm boss and don't you forget it! You do as I say, hear?"
"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "Anything you say ... anything at all."
"All right then," he said and rolled off her and lay on his back. "Get on top and ride that...." he pointed to his still vitalized cock, "and suck old J. D. off while you do it." f
"Yes, yes," she said and scrambled hastily to do his bidding before he hit her again. J. D. came in from the bathroom, leaped onto the bed facing her and smilingly offered his cock.
The activities and the night went on and on. Time after time and way after way, it happened, and with each new orgasm Alfreda reached higher plains of pleasure, but the brutality and beating grew worse and finally even J. D. got carried away and joined in. A haze descended around Alfreda, and her brain was so numbed by the extraordinary number of climaxes she experienced and the uncalled for beatings she suffered through that she blacked out.
Some time later she vaguely remembered being waked up by Big Daddy leaning over her. He patted her on the cheek and smiled.
"Hey, chick, no hard feelings, huh? Sorry about the rough stuff but it's all part of the game. You got to learn the hard way and Big Daddy is an expert. But you were great. I really cracked my nuts. You're gonna make one hell of a ho! Take it easy, huh?"
After that, she didn't come to for several hours and when she did it was to find Eric standing beside the bed looking grim. She was confused for a moment and then memories came rushing in and she started to cry.
"What's that all about?" Eric asked. "You had yourself a hell of a good time and now you're bawling."
Alfreda ached in every bone and muscle. Her body felt as though it had been run through a meat grinder. Her cunt was burning and sore from multiple penetrations, her anus throbbed and smarted from the assaults on its sanctity, and her mouth tasted as though the whole Russian army had come in it. But that wasn't what bothered her. She was crying for one reason only-deep, soul-scarring shame. For once the perfumed trap wasn't in control and driving her, and she cringed when she thought of the way she had permitted herself to be used-no, not permitted, had begged to be used in the frenzy of her lust. She had been degraded and debased for hours on end, and she had reveled in it. No wonder Big Daddy and Eric had looked at her with such disgust and contempt.
"I don't get it," Eric said. "You did real good, Freddy. Big Daddy says you're one of the best he's ever seen, and that cat has really been around."
Alfreda sobbed harder. "They ... they kept using me ... even after I passed out, didn't they?" she sobbed as another memory stirred and presented her with a dream-like sequence in which she was atop J. D., fucking him furiously while Big Daddy rode her ass, his gigantic cock battering her squashy guts. Still later they had taken turns having her fellate them, the one not in her mouth at the moment masturbating himself between her breasts. Near the end of the orgy they had called in Eric so that all three could fuck her at once, each in a different opening. As a curtain call and grand finale, Candace had been summoned and all four had devised new ways to use and abuse Alfreda.
The memories made her shudder and the deep shame she felt she knew would haunt her the rest of her life. Eric couldn't understand. He thought she ought to be proud of herself because she had won the approval of Big Daddy and J. D.
"You've come along much faster than I expected," the blond player said. "You're doing so well that as soon as you're rested and healed, I'm going to put you right to work."
Alfreda sobbed harder and he pulled the covers up over her almost tenderly and sat beside her until she fell asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
One week later Alfreda stood at the cliff-top entrance to an elevator leading down to a secluded beach house and pressed the bell that would alert the first buyer of her body to her presence.
This was the moment she had sworn would never come. All through the days since her first time with Eric, she had been telling herself that when it finally came right down to the point where she had to go out and sell herself for him, she would turn back. Obsessed as she was with sex, she had been sure she would never become a whore. Even during the night of sexual insanity with Eric and Candace, she had kept telling herself that she didn't intend to go on from there. But then had come the two black players and her total subjugation and she had been forced to face the truth-she was going to sell her body just as Eric had predicted she would.
Having finally admitted it to herself, she had called Mark and told him she wouldn't be driving back to the city.
"I have to have more time to myself," she told him.
"But I don't understand. You've been down there for two weeks already." The worry in his voice filled her with pity for him but nothing else.
"I'm going away for a while, Mark."
"Alfreda, what are you talking about? Look, I'll leave the office right now and drive down there."
"It won't do any good," she said. "I'm not staying at the house anymore. I'm at a hotel."
"What hotel? Alfreda, please, I must talk to you."
"No, Mark. It won't do any good. I know what I'm doing and I don't want to see you."
"But what's wrong? I thought we had a good marriage. Is there another man?"
"No, there isn't any other man," she said, using the singular as he had, and knowing it was true. It wasn't just Eric she wanted now. Something that had lain dormant in her all these years had been aroused and created a new need in her. She could never be satisfied again with Mark's diffident lovemaking, not with the variety of experience she had lived through in the last week ... not with the craving for more that had taken possession of her and led her to explore ever new areas of lust. Why even the day after the battering that Big Daddy had administered to her body and psyche, she had willingly become involved in an episode with another female.
She had awakened and taken a hot bath in a vain effort to ease the aches and pains the two black players had left her with, then had slipped on a robe and stretched out on the bed again feeling sorry for herself. She had almost drifted off to sleep again when a strange girl had come into the room with a bottle of lotion in her hand.
She was dark-haired and stood not more than five feet high. Her nose was pert and upturned and her brown eyes sparkled.
Allo. You are Freddy, no?" she said in a husky, French-accented voice.
Alfreda sat up, wincing at the stiffness of her muscles but smiling back at the girl. "Yes, I am Freddy."
"I am Gabrielle. I am-how you say?-one of Eric's girls ... one of his hos."
Alfreda looked at the petite, lovely child and was again amazed at Eric's ability to recruit girls whom no one would ever picture as prostitutes. "Well, I guess that makes us stablemates," she had said.
"Qui, and I thought since you are sore and bruised from the turn-out, you might like a rubdown with some nice soothing lotion. It will make you feel like a woman again."
"Thank you, Gabrielle. That's very thoughtful of you, but you shouldn't go to all that trouble."
"It is not a trouble," the French girl said as her eyes swept over Alfreda's body with frank interest. "It will be a pleasure to warm and comfort such lovely flesh."
Without comment, Alfreda put the robe aside and stretched out on the bed face down. If something was going to happen, it would just have to happen. She had neither the will nor the inclination to fight it.
Gabrielle set down the bottle of lotion and began to take off her skirt and blouse. "It is best to wear as little as possible when giving a massage," she said with a conspiratorial giggle and tossed the garments across a chair.
Alfreda looked over her shoulder and saw that the girl was now wearing only a tiny band of white nylon covering the pubic area. The rest of her body was bare and the high, pointed breasts gleamed in the light. There didn't seem to be much doubt that she had something more in mind than a simple massage.
"Shall we begin?" Gabrielle asked, pouring fragrant creamy liquid into one palm.
"Yes, please," Alfreda murmured, and the girl knelt beside her and smoothed the cool balm down the length of her back.
"We will work the ache out of the nice shoulders," Gabrielle said and began a gentle kneading action at the base of the redhead's neck. Her hands were small and soft and made progress slowly outward toward each rounded shoulder. "Then we will relax the lovely straight back, and when we come to the delectable white mounds that were used so brutally, we will take special care."
"Mmmmmm," Alfreda murmured and closed her mind to all else as the soothing hands traveled in rhythmic circles to carry out their task. "That feels so good."
"I am glad," the girl said. "I want to make you feel wonderful all over."
And she did. The magic of her hands continued working, taking special care with the sore buttocks and spreading the healing balm with delicate touches into the rectal area before progressing on down the backs of thighs and calves. By the time she asked Alfreda to turn over and began the kneading, smoothing motions up across Alfreda's feet to her ankles, to her knees, over the thighs, Gabrielle had also succeeded in stirring into life a tingle of desire that the redhead didn't even try to fight. She just lay with half-closed eyes and watched as the girl fanned the tingle into full-blown arousal with her tender ministrations to belly and breasts, arms and shoulders.
It came as no surprise when Gabrielle approached the furry mound at the joining of Alfreda's legs and pressed loving fingertips into its soft flesh. Alfreda spread her thighs without being asked and the younger girl sucked in her breath as the labia parted and revealed the rosy cunt.
"Ah, look at it! The lips are all puffy and the darling clit is hiding in the womanly folds. The poor abused puss. I will make it feel better."
Lightly the oiled fingers touched and stroked, but it was obvious that their object was to excite as well as soothe. They found the elusive clit and coaxed it gently erect, slid up and down the slit with teasing insistence and investigated the easily aroused cove at its farthest end.
Gabrielle's elfin face was flushed and her breath coming quickly when she withdrew her fingers, set down the bottle of lotion and skinned out of her bikini briefs. Lying down beside Alfreda, she leaned over and sucked teasingly at one stiff nipple and then the other.
"It takes a woman to please a woman after she has been abused by men," she whispered. "Will you let me please you, Freddy?"
Alfreda nodded wordlessly, and with amazing quickness, the girl swiveled around and straddled her. Gabrielle's knees pressed close against Alfreda's sides, firm girlish breasts indenting the redhead's belly and dark hair falling forward to tickle along Alfreda's inner thighs. Soft hands spread the swollen labia and warm breath stirred the silky pubic hair.
Alfreda had closed her eyes but when the expected contact between lips and cunt didn't happen, she opened them and was surprised to find the French girl's pubes directly over her chin. That was enough to take her aback but even more startling was the fact that Gabrielle was entirely devoid of pubic hair. She had been carefully shaved so that the pouty pussy was bare as a baby's. The pinkness of her vulva and the deeper pink of her vagina were like a fresh rosebud glistening with a few drops of dew.
"Will you, darling?" Gabrielle asked, looking back at Alfreda, "Will you do for me what I'm going to do for you? Soixante-neuf is most delightful."
Alfreda's tongue licked out along her lower lip. There was a spicy scent emanating from that shockingly bare temple of love, and she could see the tight cunt dilating a little with the girl's eagerness and felt an answering eagerness in herself.
"Yes, I will," she whispered and then thought to ask, "How old are you, Gabrielle?"
"Sixteen, and I've been with Eric for two years now. My father is French consul in San Francisco."
Some remote part of Alfreda's mind wondered briefly what the law was in respect to performing cunnilingus on a sixteen-year old and what effect it might have on international relations to engage in lesbian love with the daughter of a French diplomat, but any queasiness she might have had was dispelled by the feel of the slender thighs brushing her cheeks and the childish-appearing cunt being pressed eagerly to her mouth.
This was another first for the redhead. Even in the midst of her most torrid sessions with Candace, the blonde had done all the active loving. Alfreda had been the recipient of that oral lust, but now she found herself totally involved and anticipating the novelty of giving as well as receiving such thrills.
Gabrielle had lowered her torso and clasping Alfreda's thighs, thrust her face into the juncture of legs and cunt, dragging her tongue along the moist rut like a cat lapping up cream. Then the darting prong curled into every crevice, fluttering and tantalizing, agitating the stiffened clitoris and making Alfreda shiver with delight.
Alfreda didn't know how to begin but the proximity of the younger girl's alluring bottom and hairless cunt made her want to wallow in that carnal flesh just as Gabrielle was wallowing in hers. Raising her head, she extended her neck and nosed into the provocative split. Her lips touched the pouting labia, and Gabrielle immediately hunched lower, forcing the tangy vagina directly onto Alfreda's mouth. Alfreda felt neither disgust nor revulsion. Her mind and body were still in a state of shock from the tramautizing effect of the workout with Big Daddy and J. D. and she was susceptible to anything that combined comfort with sweet release. The softness and gentleness of woman flesh was a vital factor in her enjoyment of this different kind of sex.
So they heaved and surged in mutual embrace, heads bobbing and hair swinging. Their mouths drooled and twisted, their tongues stabbed and flickered in twin glissandos of serpentine movements. Alfreda's untrained mouth made up in enthusiasm what it lacked in expertise, and Gabrielle's youthful exuberance was held in check by the refinement of technique she had learned in encounters with true lesbians in her professional capacity.
There was a haze of perfume and female musk all about them now. Alfreda's nostrils flared with it and the juice she licked from Gabrielle's cunt was redolent with it. Combined with the vivid sensations the other girl's greedy little mouth was creating, the heady scent was spinning the redhead into a rising spiral of lust that could have only one ending.
Gabrielle reached it first, jerking and mewling in the sweet throes of completion, her copious orgasm wetting Alfreda's face before she too experienced an emission that made her cry out sharply and gouge her fingertips into the brunette's tender flesh. Her outcry was muffled in the saturated gulf of cunt and buttocks and then she was falling back exhausted but grateful to the younger girl for wanting her and giving her an outlet for her pent up emotions.
Of course she suspected later that the visit had not been as spontaneous nor the result as natural as it had seemed at the time. Eric kept too tight a rein on his hos for such an unplanned episode to occur, but whether Gabrielle had been sent in kindness or for training purposes, she had been the final clincher in Alfreda's decision to stay and join Eric's troupe.
And now here she stood waiting for the elevator to take her down to the swank beach pad. What would sex be like with a man who was paying for it? Why did a man like Ron Cummings, married to a reigning sex queen, need a prostitute? Was it just a search for variety or was the great sex symbol a bust in bed? How would a man who was buying her body act toward her? Would he just rip off her clothes the moment she walked into the room, or would he expect some foreplay?
She didn't know, but she did know that Ron Cummings was very rich, was one of Hollywood's most powerful young executives and was noted for his ruthlessness and drive.
"Well, let's hope he's not as ruthless in bed as he is in business," she said as the light in the glassed-in elevator shaft indicated that the cage was coming up for her.
When the elevator reached beach level, she stepped out into a large patio landscaped with exotic plants and ablaze with Hawaiian torches. The area was surrounded by an eight-foot wall beyond which she could hear the pounding of the surf. Ahead of her was a quartz glass door alight with what appeared to be varicolored liquids flowing through it.
She walked toward the door, and it swung open to reveal a dark-haired man in his early thirties with a handsome, rather rugged-looking face and smoothly muscled body. He was wearing slacks and an open-necked shirt and looked somewhat underdressed for such elaborate surroundings, but he was obviously the master of the house and beckoned her inside.
"Please come in, Miss...."
"Freddy. Just call me Freddy. I'm one of Eric's girls."
"Ah, yes ... yes. Eric has outdone himself this time," he said, standing aside to let her precede him through the door into a luxurious entryway that opened into a huge round living room overlooking the ocean through floor-to-ceiling windows. "My simple pad is honored by such lovliness."
"If this is simple, the Shah of Iran must live in a peasant's hut," Alfreda said.
He chuckled. "Well, actually this is my wife's taste. Rhonda has a built-in love for the flamboyant."
Alfreda was relieved that they weren't going to hem and haw around about there being a wife but wondered if he was going to use the old line about her not understanding him. Probably not. A man didn't have to tell a hired piece of ass anything. All of which reminded her she'd better get to work.
"Where do you want it?" she asked.
He looked puzzled. "Want what?"
"The merchandise ... the body. What you paid your good money for."
"Oh. Well ... I thought we might talk for a while first. May I get you a drink?"
"A Scotch mist would be nice," she said and followed him toward the bar, wondering if this was going to be one of the 'talk tricks' Candy and Gabby had talked about. She hoped not. It would be easier to fuck a stranger and get it over with than to spend all night listening to his troubles.
"Have you been with Eric long?" Ron Cummings asked as he moved around behind the bar and Alfreda perched on the edge of a bar stool and watched him.
"No," she said, deciding it was better not to lie. "I guess you could say you've got a trick with practically a virgin whore."
Ron blinked. For a man with a hard-driving reputation, he didn't seem very sure of himself. "You mean ... you've never ... worked at ... this job before?"
"That's right," Alfreda said, taking the frosty glass he offered and sipping at the icy liquid. "First trick."
"I see. Well, as I said, I thought we might talk for a few minutes and then...."
"Fine," she said with an inward sigh. "Shall we make ourselves comfortable while we rap?" She slid off the stool, giving him at view of gleaming white thigh, and walked as provocatively as possible across the room to a long low couch facing the windows.
"I hope you don't think I brought you here just to talk," Ron said and followed her. "You see, I have a problem ... well, kind of a problem."
"Ron Cummings, husband of Miss Everything, boy wonder of Independent Studios, has a problem?" Alfreda's voice was disbelieving.
"Ahem! You seem to be well-informed about me."
"Yes. Eric keeps a file on all his clients, including their wants and needs, you know."
Ron smiled crookedly. "And what are my wants and needs?"
Alfreda shook her head. "I don't know. Your file didn't contain that information. Why don't you tell me what they are yourself?"
"Well...." His eyes lingered on the way her calves swelled above the tight white boots she was wearing and then wandered up to the smooth curves of her thighs with the band of white flesh beyond the stocking top that made it plain she wasn't wearing pantyhose.
He gulped and looked away, and Alfreda noticed how tightly his hands were gripped around his glass. Ron Cummings was acting like a sixteen-year-old on his first date. Alfreda didn't understand this set-up at all. Sophisticated dudes like Cummings didn't have to call on prostitutes for sexual satisfaction, especially not when they were married to a woman whose allure was a household word.
"I ... the truth of the matter is, Miss...."
"Freddy."
"Freddy," he repeated nervously. "What I'm trying to say is ... I have a hell of a problem for a man my age and in my position. I'm having ... potency problems, and my doctor can't find any physical basis for it. He sent me to a psychiatrist who advised me to seek the services of a call girl."
Alfreda blinked and set her glass down. She had an impulse to giggle at the idea of Miss Sexpot's husband having potency problems but controlled it and tried to look sympathetic.
"It seems silly, of course, but damn it, it's important to me, especially with regard to Rhonda."
"Yes, I can see what you mean," she said.
"In a way-at least this is what my psychiatrist thinks-being married to Rhonda is the reason for my impotency. You see, when I married her, I knew all about her affairs and sexual escapades, but I thought I was modern enough to face that kind of life, perhaps even to participate in some of her adventures. But after a few incidents in which she insisted on my watching her have intercourse with several other men and again a troilistic encounter in which she insisted I join her and one of her lovers in making love to her simultaneously, I ... well, I became incapable of performing under such circumstances and eventually under any circumstances. Now I find that I can no longer perform with any woman."
His voice held such a deep sadness that Alfreda couldn't help but feel pity for his plight. Experiences such as he described were enough to make any man temporarily impotent.
"So, I decided to take my psychiatrist's advice and turn to a professional but ... I should have explained to Eric ... I had no idea he would send a girl who was just starting in the business. I'm afraid I need...." He paused and stared as Alfreda put down her drink and stood up, reaching for the zipper of her dress and pulling it down. "What are you doing?"
"This is my first play-for-pay gig, Mr. Cummings, but you are not my first man. I will give you a money back guarantee that before the evening is over, you will have no more problem."
"Really?" He looked skeptical but interested as she shrugged out of the cotton lace shift and let it fall to reveal her breasts cradled in cups of sheerest scalloped nylon lace, widely separated to emphasize the cleavage and held together by only a single snap. "Well, perhaps it's worth a try."
He started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving the high, firm white cones and peaked pink nipples showing through the nylon lace. Tossing the shirt aside, he kicked off his sandals and took off his pants. He stood there bare-chested in nothing but white jockey shorts and eyed her challengingly. "Okay, lady, let's see how good you are."
Alfreda smiled seductively as she stood for a moment with the dress caught about her middle, then swayed her hips sensuously and let it slip on down so she could step out of it. Ron sat on the edge of the couch and a slow appreciative grin spread across his face as the tiny, fringed G-string panties came into view along with the black garter belt that held her long nylons in place.
"Yes, yes, I like that," he said, staring at the fluff of auburn pubic hair that peeked from under the fringe as it swayed with her movements. "Maybe you're on the right track."
Alfreda moved toward him with an exaggerated stripper's walk, setting the fringe to swinging from side to side so that the red forest was more clearly visible through the veil of shimmering black loops. "It's all there," she whispered as she came nearer. "I'll let you see it all."
She pirouetted so he could see the deliciously curved half-moons of her buttocks with only the narrow black band of the garter belt breaking the expanse of creamy whiteness.
"Look at me, Ron, and think about having me.
Think about putting your hands on this body ... think about kissing it. You can do anything you want with it, you know. I'm a hired thing, remember, and you don't have to worry about pleasing me. You don't even have to worry about getting it up for a hired woman. You can treat a paid-for body any way you like. Your pleasure is the only thing we're concerned about."
The words seemed to affect him more than her appearance. He leaned back and watched her through slitted eyes, and she moved closer and closer until she was standing between his outstretched knees.
Swaying from side to side, she let the fringe dance away from her pubes so he could look his fill at the hairy mound outlined by the erotic black underthings.
Ron wet his dry lips with his tongue as Alfreda bent backwards as Big Daddy had taught her to do, spreading her thighs and knees, and then began a movement that nobody had taught her to do and that must have been old when Salome traded for John the Baptist's head. Her pubic area began to rotate and the G-string began to twirl as her hips rolled and her breasts rotated.
"Oh, God," Ron Cummings groaned and looked as though he were about to faint. He couldn't seem to believe what he was seeing.
"And remember that for tonight it's yours ... yours to treat as you will," Alfreda reminded him, her gyrations becoming faster and more erotically stimulating for both the man and herself. The thrusting and rolling of her pussy was causing the labia to rub together and the vaginal muscles to tighten with excitement. She was getting hot just putting on a show.
She saw Ron's nose twitch and his body kind of stiffen and knew that the effluvium of perfume and woman wine drifitng outward from her cunt must have reached his nostrils as well as hers.
Undulating closer still, .she twisted and thrust until her naked flesh was touching his. Her groin slipped up the front of his shorts and she felt a brief quivering of his cock but no substantial erection.
He wasn't ready yet, that was clear. His bitch wife must have really put him through a very special kind of hell if he was this hard to arouse. She had her work cut out for her, Alfreda realized, if she was to give Ron Cummings a hard-on that would last.
"Don't you see anything you want ... or feel anything?" she asked as her naked thighs brushed against his in her sensuous semi-dance. "Can't you feel that wet and ready cunt begging for your cock? Don't you want to thrust into it and fuck it until you come in great crashing waves of pleasure?"
"Yes ... yes ... oh God, yes!" he gasped, "but I don't know if I can."
"You don't have to, you know ... only if you want to. If there's something else you'd rather do or anything you want me to do for you, just say so and tell me what it is. We aim to please."
"Oh God, Freddy, you're so beautiful and so sexy ... but I can't ... oh, I don't know why I thought this would work!"
"Don't give up," she husked, sprawling across his legs and moving her body against his. "Let's just see how sexy Freddy can be, huh?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Turning so that her breasts were pressed tight against Ron's hairy chest, Alfreda slipped her arms around his neck. In the same movement, she squirmed her bottom down between his thighs so that one naked haunch was resting against his genitals.
"Now, isn't this nice?" she purred, kissing his chest and working her way up to his neck and shoulders. Her breasts scraped through the crisp curls on his chest, the rubbery nipples moving in circles over his flat male teats.
Ron's breath was coming faster but the length of his cock was still only semi-hard.
"I'm going to turn you on," she whispered in his ear, "I'm going to give you such a hard-on that you'll never get soft again."
"I hope so ... I really hope so. It's hardly worth living the way I am now," he said.
Her hot moist lips slid across his chin and locked on his, her tongue pushing lustfully between his lips to find his tongue and twist with it in a passionate tango of wanting, keeping it up until a moan rumbled up from deep in Ron's throat.
She caught his tongue between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth with feverish intensity, but still he needed more. Alfreda's hands ran down his rib cage and under the elastic waistband of his shorts. One glided across the fur at the base of his belly, seeking the reluctant shaft, and the other stroked the hard-fleshed buttocks, hoping that would arouse him.
"Do you like that, lover?" she whispered. "Do you like the feel of my hands on your cock?"
"Yes, but is it doing any good?"
"It will, it will," she assured him and stabbed her hot tongue at his ear. "Tell me what you're going to do to me when we get you all nice and hard."
"I don't know ... what would you like me to do?"
"Well, you could start by fucking me, by slamming that fat cock up my cunt and showing me how much man you are."
"But I can't," he said despairingly.
"Yes, you can. How about letting me jack you off just to prove there's nothing really wrong with you."
"Ummmm, that would be nice, but I'm not sure I'm even up to that."
"Stop being so negative. I can feel it jumping a little already. I think if you just lie down and stretch out and let me handle this, you'll get it all back in a hurry, and before I leave here tonight you'll be able to fuck me in the cunt, in the mouth and in the ass ... and come every time!"
"Oh, Freddy, you make it sound like paradise."
"It will be," she promised, getting off his lap and pushing him flat on the couch and sitting beside him. Taking hold of the elastic band of the shorts she pulled them down and off, exposing the flaccid but moderately large cock and the hairy spheroids of his testicles. "Why, there's nothing wrong with this fine big fellow," she cooed, curling her fingers around the reticent rod and squeezing. "It's a lovely cock. Any woman in her right mind would be more than happy to have it for her very own."
Her red hair was trailing across his belly as she kissed his upper thighs, letting her tongue tickle along the crease where they joined his crotch, and all the time kept her fingers tight around the column of his prick, churning slowly up and down as she felt the beginning of an answering stiffness.
"Hey, I'm starting to feel something ... something I haven't felt since that awful night when Alfreda rubbed her thumb across the sensitive glans and felt a slight jerk. "Why don't you tell me about that. Maybe it will help if you talk about it to another woman."
"It can't hurt, I guess," Ron said with a sigh. "Both my doctors are men and I don't think either one of them takes this very seriously. They don't know how that woman humiliated me."
"Tell me," Alfreda repeated.
"Well, this night I knew she was with another guy-Jeffery Long, a big wheel at one of the major studios-but I stayed in the other room. I knew what they were doing but I didn't want to see it. I'd had enough of watching her fuck someone else. That was one of her big kicks, having me watch while she screwed any dude she took a fancy to.
"Anyway, after a while she called to me to come into her room, and I went, thinking what the hell, it's just one more stud banging my wife and what possible difference can that make to me now. But this time she wanted more. She had him flat on his back, and she was on top riding his cock like it was a hobbyhorse. I can still see her now...." Ron's voice was shaky and he closed his eyes against the pain.
"Go on," Alfreda said, rubbing his cock between the palms of both hands. "Don't stop now. Let it all out and then we'll fix you up good as new."...." she was fucking that bastard like he was the last man on earth, her thighs all sticky with her own juice, and she looked at me and said, 'Come on over here, Ron, and put your cock in my cunt from behind. Jeff here ain't the biggest I ever had so I could use two.' Imagine that! Being asked to put your cock in your wife's cunt along with another guy! I was just sick!"
"Don't worry about it," Alfreda said.
"It was the most disgusting thing I was ever asked to do! But that woman ... she is so beautiful that I can't refuse her anything ... so I did it. I went over and got down behind her, and she lifted up her little white body ... and I could see that other cock fucking in and out of her ... but I did what she wanted ... I mounted her from the rear and shoved my cock into her beside his, and ... oh God, that was the last time I ever got a hard on! And now when I can't make it, she laughs at me!"
"Nobody is laughing at you now," Alfreda whispered as the cock grew firmer in her hand. "And nobody is ever going to laugh at you again when you can produce such a big beautiful hard-on as this."
Ron opened his eyes and stared down in pleased surprise. "You did it! I didn't think anyone could get me up again! Can I come too?"
"You sure can, and not just one either. You're going to be ready for a non-stop orgy when I get through with you."
She leaned forward and quickly stripped off the strictly ornamental bra, then let her breasts rub across his belly, the nipples tickling through the thick hair. Lifting the stiff cock, she began to rub it back and forth across the erect peaks.
"Wow, the things you think of to do!"
"When you get off, don't be afraid to let your jism spout all over me," she whispered. "I think male come is the most delicious thing in the world ... I'd swim in it if I could."
"What a gal! What a super sexed up chick!"
"Yes, they tell me I was born to be a whore," Alfreda said, rolling his prick between her breasts and sucking in her breath with excitement as it throbbed hotly against her flesh. Aiming one rock-hard nipple with her fingers, she touched it to the tip of Ron's shaft, making his gasp with pleasure, and when she used the other hand to squeeze the glans and then circled the pointy tit over the tiny mouth on its end, he grunted and the flood of his orgasm bubbled and jetted like a fountain.
"Good ... so good," he moaned as the hot flow drenched her breasts and hands. "You're wonderful ... wonderful!"
"There's better coming," she promised. "That was just a little mild one for openers. Now I'm going to blow you like you've never been blown before."
Ron looked mildly alarmed. "Hadn't we better wait a while? Let me rest and get my energy back."
"Nonsense! A fine big stud like you can come three or four times running with the right girl."
"Okay," he said. "You're very convincing. I'm willing to believe you can do anything ... even the most difficult ... even the impossible."
"That's right. Eric's girls can do the difficult immediately, the impossible takes a little longer."
She licked her lips in anticipation as she bent over him, her red hair cascading in a silky torrent across his belly and thighs. Holding his relaxed cock in one hand, she rolled it back and forth across her cheeks and lips, eyes and nose. Her mouth watered at the hot, sticky feel of it, and the musky smell tempted her tongue to snake out and lick at the semen-smeared pole of pleasure.
Ron shivered and bucked up against her mouth eagerly. "I think you're right. I am going to get it up again."
"Of course you are," she whispered and took the thick shaft sideways in her mouth, rippling her lips along it as though it were a harmonica she was warming up to play.
"Ohhhhhh ... ahhhhhh," Ron groaned, and her tongue started licking as her lips moved from one end to the other.
Each of the cocks she had sucked were different. Eric's and Big Daddy's were examples of giantism, but J. D.'s and now Ron's were fine too. She had been lucky because part of the pleasure of cock-sucking was the feeling of being totally filled. So far she had been lucky and she hoped that luck stayed with her.
"You're good at that," Ron said. "Rhonda never thinks of sucking a guy unless he's eating her cunt at the same time."
"Then she doesn't know what real pleasure is. A woman who knows the true joy of sex is aware that sucking a cock is more pleasurable for her than for the man."
"I never heard of that before," Ron said, his voice tight with renewed passion as she drew the bulging glans between her lips and started to suck. He watched as her parted lips sank down his corded shaft, then dragged back up to the ridged foreskin before descending again until her fingers holding the thick base checked her distorted mouth.
As she sucked, Alfreda slowly manipulated the root of the cock, keeping her eyes open and breathing the exciting odor rising from the hairy crotch, reveling in the intoxicating intimacy.
Sucking and licking with single-minded intensity, she soon had moans and pleadings to stop coming from Ron. "No ... don't ... it's too much ... I can't stand it ... oh God, it's terrible ... but it's wonderful!"
The only possible sound Freddy could make was the ones she was already making, the gurgling, slurping sounds that were caused by the deep throat sucking of a woman who loved having her mouth filled with hot cock.
"Freddy, it's too much ... stop ... please, stop!" Ron's voice was ragged with the agony of super pleasure. "Please!"
She shook her head, increasing the sweet torture by rocking his genitals from side to side, but made no move to stop that excruciating sucking. She knew he was going to come soon, and she brought him on deliberately, confident he would recover quickly. Determined to prove to him and to herself that there was nothing wrong with his virility, she sucked harder, increasing the pressure of her lips until she felt his prick start to surge and spit.
Ron put his hands on her head and clung to it in the moment that the glans opening gaped and pulsed sending the seething semen welling up from the swollen balls and rushing along the jerking shaft until it burst into Alfreda's mouth, flowing over her tongue and gathering thickly at the back of her throat and behind her teeth. She swallowed and gulped at the pooling juice, feeling the now familiar spasms in her cunt, the flexing of vaginal muscles that marked her orgasm.
"Freddy, you are remarkable," Ron said as she licked a the oozing residue. "You're more like an angel of mercy than a whore. I'm sorry you didn't get anything out of it though, but I guess girls like you don't care about coming with Johns anyway."
"Who said I didn't come?" she said, finally relinquishing the softening cock. She took his hand and guided it between her thighs. "Feel that if you think I wasn't hot. I don't blow a guy just for his sake. I dig it almost as much as I dig fucking."
"Wow, you're quite a chick. Your attitude is entirely different from Rhonda's. She thinks sex is evil. She likes it because she thinks it's dirty. She wouldn't enjoy it otherwise. She'd say it was square and take up something else, like geeking or blood-sucking."
Alfreda slid forward so her cunt pushed against his dabbling fingers. The taste and smell of sperm adhering to her tongue and lingering in her mouth was fanning her lust into heat again. "Doesn't that feel good? Wouldn't you rather have your cock in there instead of your fingers?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid I've had it for tonight. Even before I had a problem, I couldn't make it three times in a row."
"With me you can," Alfreda said confidently. "Feel how nice and tight I am? In just a few minutes, you're going to be fucking into that with your cock instead of your fingers."
"I hope so, but...."
Her lips were close to his, and her perfumed breath fanned his face. The temptation of the lush lips overcame his doubts and he closed her mouth with his. Instantly her tongue darted beyond his teeth, stabbing to the back of his throat and fluttering provocatively.
Suddenly Ron's reticence evaporated, leaving him masterful and dominant, the way he must have been before Rhonda, the way Alfreda liked a man to be. A strong tremor passed through his well-built frame, and Alfreda pushed hard against him and felt the jutting ridge of his revived penis rising against her. Squirming around until she was in his arms, she wriggled her hips ecstatically when his nands came up to enclose her tremulous breasts.
"Oh, Ron," she whispered throatily, "I want you. Show me how you like to treat a woman. Fuck me, Ron, fuck me!"
He fondled her tits, squeezing them, distorting the perfect cones and kneading them together in rolls of palpitating warmth. Then he slid both hands down over her hips onto her buttocks, clasping them feverishly. Passion swept through them both like molten lava, setting their blood on fire, and Alfreda moaned and pushed closer to him, delighting in his new found aggression. His hot mouth was on her neck, caressing its way down to her shoulder and moving quickly to the full curve of breast. Capturing the rubbery nipple, he bit it and rolled his tongue around and around it.
Alfreda laid her head on his shoulder and let him do as he would, her whole body responding ardently as he explored every recess and furrow. The steady rise and beat of his stiffening cock increased with every curve and indentation he touched. Thrusting her hand between his lean thighs, Alfreda brought it up under his heaving prick and cupped his balls, making the scrotum tighten strongly and his penis swell and become iron-hard.
His groping hand found her cunt again, cupping and squeezing the hair-covered lips while he nuzzled his face into the fragrant valley between her jutting boobs. Alfreda gasped and moaned, and then suddenly Ron was getting to his feet, picking her up and carrying her into a bedroom.
He dumped her onto the bed, grinning triumphantly, but neither of them broke the spell by speaking. Alfreda lay back with her legs wide apart, thrilling to the man's eager scrutiny of her rosy cunt. Exuberance at exposing herself, of flaunting her sex and knowing the effect it was going to have on Ron, inflamed her lust and made her wanton. She reached down and held her cunt open, daring the man to touch and kiss it if he wanted to, waiting with quivering impatience for the imminent impalement.
Ron knelt on the bed and leaned over her, face close to her crotch. Parting the silky auburn hair with his fingers, he widened the lubricious slit and passed his fingertips over the moist groove, sending jolts of liquid fire chasing up Alfreda's spine. He slid his hands under her rump and pressed upward, causing a protrusion of the pelvis area along with the cunt. His head dipped toward the musky recess and she felt his mouth on the veinous folds.
She thrashed about in a frenzy, every nerve humming, when he tongued and then sucked on the sensitive prong of her erect clitoris, mingling saliva with the seeping cunt fluids. She moaned and heaved when Ron licked lower, touching his tongue to the tight ring of her anus. Her ass cheeks pinched together instinctively, forcing his mouth up to her cunt again where he repeated the delightful sucking of her clit, every volatile flick of his tongue sending waves of lust swirling through her convulsed vagina. Her reaction was so violently pleasurable that she almost screamed in protest when Ron straightened and sat back on his heels, panting.
Alfreda sat up, frantic with desire, and reached to seize the solid prick flexing and throbbing between his legs. She pulled at it, yearning for its turgid length between the puffy lips of her cunt, but Ron resisted, flipping her over onto her belly and heaving her into a kneeling position. She accepted his dominance, wanting to come, to have his hard prick plunging into her depths, but eager to please him in whatever way he wanted.
She widened the spread of her legs, and Ron channeled his cock between the cheeks and slid his rampant cock into her slippery gash, clutching her buttocks in a grip of iron as his liberated dong sank home. Then he pulled back and fucked her with short, quick strokes before thrusting in to the hilt again.
To Alfreda, it was heaven, but once more Ron had to assert his new found mastery by withdrawing and turning her onto her back. She sobbed and writhed in an agony of want and finally Ron rammed in and the swampy wetness of her cunt closed around the churning rod. Her breasts flattened under his chest, and Alfreda lifted her knees, then gasped when the man's full weight spread them hurtingly wide. Arching her back, she tried to brace herself with her hands under the backs of her thighs, whimpering with rapture as the intrusion turned into total penetration.
Ron's hot breath panted past her cheek, and every time her clutching sheath engulfed his rapacious prick, she contracted her muscles in an ecstasy of carnal joy.
Fucking with her eyes wide open, Alfreda watched the conflicting expressions contorting Ron's face, pleased with herself for giving him back his manhood and pleased with him for putting it to such relentless use.
The tension in her loins increased as the pounding cock screwed deeper and she went berserk, clawing at Ron's back and surging up to meet each strenous thrust, until the flaming delirium reached an unbearable pitch and burst.
She cried out at the concentrated clawing feeling in her swollen vagina, and her fluids oozing around the hard cock inspired Ron to renewed efforts. Sensing his impending orgasm, she bucked up at him harder, and in a moment he groaned and shot his load in a tremendous explosive gush.
Breathless, Ron sprawled beside her, and they lay for a time without speaking. Finally he raised his head and looked at her. "You are terrific. So different than other prosties I've been with. They all considered what they were doing just a job, but with you, it seems to be a form of art."
Alfreda laughed and kissed him lightly. "Flattery will get you almost anywhere."
"I mean it, Freddy. You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. Maybe we can do this again some time. You've made a new man of me and I'll be eternally grateful."
"Any time you want me, all you have to do is give Eric a call," Freddy told him.
"Fine," he said and rolled off the bed and went to get his wallet. "And the next time, would you mind if I brought a friend along?"
"Not in the least," Freddy assured him. "Two dudes can sometimes be more fun than one. Just call Eric and set up the time and place and I'll be there with bells on."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Alfreda got out of a cab in front of a large, white columned house set back from the street about a hundred yards and approached by a curved driveway beyond an iron-grilled gate.
The cab driver whistled, whether at the house or Alfreda wasn't clear. "This the place you wanted, doll?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you," she said, taking a ten out of her purse.
The cabbie leered and licked his lips as his eyes traveled over her svelt figure in the black satin dress. "Look ... tell you what I'll do. I'll double that if you get back in the cab and let me drive you to a nice quiet place where I can find out what holds that dress on."
"Keep the change, big spender," she said, "but no, thanks. I got a real live one inside-a judge of the Circuit Court of Appeals, no less."
"Damn! There ain't no justice! The rich get the best of everything!"
"
Alfreda laughed. "Come around with a couple of hundred sometime and I'll show you just how good the best is." She turned with a flip of her skirt that gave him a look at her creamy upper thighs and delectable bottom.
The cabbie's soulful whistle followed her as she pressed the button that opened the gate and started up the walk, purse swinging and bottom rolling in time with the click of her six-inch heels.
A chime that sounded as though it belonged in a cathedral rang inside the house when she pressed the bell. The door was opened by a balding, dignified butler who looked down his nose at Alfreda. "Yes?"
"Is Judge Frederick Augustus Bell in?" she asked.
"Whom shall I say is calling?" the man asked with a disapproving sniff.
"Just tell him Freddy is here from Eric, Incorporated," she said. "He's expecting me."
"Yes, Miss. Will you step into the den, please."
"That's as good a place for it as any," Alfreda said, prancing past him through the door he indicated.
She found herself in a large, book-lined room and looked around approvingly. The wood-paneled walls and the books were real, and so was the small Van Gogh over the mantelpiece and the Matisse in a tiny lighted alcove at the far end of the room.
Alfreda's nose twitched. She smelled money, lots of money, more than a Circuit Court of Appeals judge would make in a thousand years.
She walked over and inspected a large, upholstered couch, wondering if this was where the action was going to take place. It was her third week as one of Eric's girls and she had become a proficient practioneer in the arts of lust during that time. The most surprising thing was that she enjoyed her work and had never felt that she was living so fully or so totally fulfilling herself. Each new assignation was an adventure, and she looked forward to each new day with anticipation for whatever new sexual thrill it might bring. She had had only one really unpleasant encounter-a female folk singer who smoked pot and cursed and reviled Freddy the whole time she used her-but figured that in this business, as in others, you had to take the bad with the good.
Thank God they aren't all like Beth Soule, Freddy was thinking when she heard footsteps and seated herself quickly on the couch. A tall, gray-haired man came through the door and walked toward her. He was quite handsome, dressed in dark slacks and red brocade smoking jacket, and Alfreda was drawn to him at once by his warm smile. He stopped a few feet away from the couch, put his head to one side and studied Freddy as he might a fine painting.
When she started to get up, he gestured for her not to. "No, my dear, don't move. Don't ruin a beautiful picture."
Freddy was sitting with her legs crossed, her short skirt hiked so far up her thighs it was practically in her lap. In addition to the expanse of snow-white thigh, the little mounds where her legs joined her buttocks was also visible.
Judge Frederick Augustus Bell was obviously captivated by the view. "Yes, indeed, I like that. And now, my dear, would you mind doing a special favor for an old man?"
"Favors are what I'm here for, your honor," Freddy said.
"Then please open your thighs as far as you can while still remaining seated." There was a tremulous eagerness in his voice that puzzled Freddy but she complied with the request.
Smiling at him seductively, she lifted the top leg and keeping her knees tight together, lowered it to the floor. Then with tantalizing slowness, she spread her thighs wide, giving the judge a gradually widening vista of black crotchless panties with the thick reddish bush showing through and at its center, the rosy-hued cunt itself.
"Ahhh, lovely. Eric has surpassed even his usual high standards," Judge Bell approved. "Now if you'll just hold that pose, my dear, I want to come closer and look, if my poor old heart can stand it."
Alfreda held the smile and the pose gladly, wondering why the judge was making such a big thing out of staging a peepshow with a girl he could see naked or doing any one of a dozen freaky things for the price he was paying.
"Yes, yes, the hair is red. I was hoping it would be. It is so disappointing when a girl is red on the top and brown on the bottom, so to speak." The judge was moving toward her with deliberate steps, eyes focused unblinkingly on the lush display of woman flesh. "You see, my dear, I am a connoisseur ... of fine paintings, of fine wines and of fine cunts. Yours, my dear, is one of rare beauty."
"Thank you, your honor," Freddy said.
The judge took one more step and sank to his knees directly in front of her. "Has this shrine, this holy of holies, ever been worshipped as it should be? Has a man to whom no other form of sex means anything ever paid homage to this glorious fount of womanhood?"
"Oh ho, so that's what we're getting at, is it?" Freddy said, settling back on the couch and letting her pelvis push forward a little. "That's the way the wind blows?"
"Yes," the judge said, folding her brief skirt up around her hips and blowing lightly on the satiny insides of her thighs.
"That tickles," Alfreda giggled.
"Does this?" he asked, stroking his fingers up the smooth, firm flesh, over the fleshy mound and through the curling pubic hair.
"No, that feels kind of groovy," Freddy said.
"Then perhaps this will too," he said and carefully parted the red foliage for a clearer look at the partially open lips of her cunt. She could feel his warm breath gusting against her tingling love flesh and wriggled her bottom in anticipation of what was coming.
"Perfectly formed and perfectly beautiful," was his judgment as he kissed his way up one thigh and then the other, skipped up to the base of her belly and started back down again. His mouth was reverent and adoring as his tongue crept out to sip and taste as though sampling the bouquet of a premium wine.
"Ummmmmm. Oh Lord, girl, you must have a honeycomb in your cunt," he breathed ecstatically. "I've never tasted such sweet, spicy woman wine."
Freddy repressed a giggle and wondered what the judge looked like sitting on the bench. But she couldn't keep her mind on it because his honor was going to work in earnest as he returned his mouth to her dribbling, plushy slit. His tongue and lips worked over and through the nectared gully, wriggling its pliant folds and sucking up her sweetness.
Alfreda was getting hotter and hotter as the tongue danced in her wealth of softness and sent excitement flashing along her nerves.
"Delicious! A rare blend of woman and expensive perfume. A spoor like some wild clean thing yet with a touch of civilized refinement," the judge said, and then resumed his erotic conquest of the moist, musk-scented chasm between her thighs. Licking it again both inside and out, he then fastened his lips around her erect little clit and stabbed at the pearl-like tip with his tongue as he sucked.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... that's so good. I love that ... love it ... love it!" Freddy husked, slipping forward on the seat and squeezing the judge's head encouragingly with her knees.
The sucking mouth and licking tongue changed tactics, the latter driving deep into her molten interior as though the man could no longer keep away from the source of the intoxicating liquor he was getting drunk on. The feel of that long, knowing tongue snaking into her innermost recesses set Alfreda to shivering with passion. She whimpered and stroked the judge's gray hair to show her appreciation.
"Suck ... lick ... oh, you darling man, you're making me feel so good! You're making me feel like a queen of lust!"
The judge's breath was like a hot cyclone against her cunt, and his tongue struck deep into her like a lightning bolt let loose. She lifted up off the couch, locked her thighs around him and pounded at his back with her high heels as the thunder of her orgasm broke around her and crashed and shook her to the depths.
Judge Bell's grip on her thighs loosened but his tongue kept right on licking and lapping at the brimming juice in her precious cup. "The ancients had their mead but nothing that could compare to the delicious, mellow, honey-sweet wine of womanhood," he said when he finally lifted his head and looked up at Freddy.
"Your honor ... your dear, dear honor," Freddy purred. "I have never had my cunt eaten so beautifully."
"Thank you, my dear," he said. "That is indeed a compliment coming from the woman with the most tasty cunt in the world."
"That's quite a compliment too," Alfreda said, standing up and reaching to unzip her dress. "And now, sir, isn't there something I can do for you?" , "But you have, my dear," Judge Bell said. "You just did. My only pleasure with a woman comes from cunnilingus. I guess you might say I have something of a sexual hangup. That is why there is no longer a Mrs. Bell and why I have not remarried since she divorced me. As appreciative as some women are of an expert job of pussy-eating, none of them want it as a full time diet, and so it has become necessary for me to resort to hired ladies."
Alfreda had stripped to a bra which was merely a lacy shelf to support her creamy boobs and the black crotchless panties. The judge's eyes sparkled at her near nudity but he made no move to reach for her.
"Perhaps, your honor, I might be able to help with this problem of yours. A couple of weeks ago, I had a client who was having impotency troubles, and I cured him in one visit."
"Thank you, Freddy, that's very kind of you, but I haven't the slightest desire to be cured. I enjoy my hangup so much that I just have no interest in sex of any other kind."
"Well, it's always nice to meet a man who's content with what he's got," Alfreda said. "I just happen to dig variety in both activities and partners and have been getting it for the first time in my life since I met Eric, and I guess, like most converts, I'm anxious to proselyte others to the faith."
"You know, my dear, I sense depths and an educational background in you that is unusual for one in your profession. What's a...."
"What's a nice girl like me doing in a job like this?" she finished for him and laughed. "Well, I'll tell you what she's doing, Judge ... she's having the time of her life!"
"Good for you! I always did like to see people who like their work. That's the trouble with America today. There aren't enough people who enjoy their jobs and take pride in being real craftsmen."
"Judge Bell, I was married to a steady, decent man who made excellent money and gave me everything material I could possibly want, and I thought I was happy until I met Eric. Then I found out how miserable and repressed I'd been all those years. Now I'm liberated, and I've had more fun in the last three weeks than in all the rest of my life put together."
"Amazing," the judge murmured and took her hand to lead her to another door. "Why don't you and I go in here and lie down on the bed and discuss this further?"
"I'd love to," Freddy accepted.
Judge Bell produced a bottle of chilled French wine and he and Alfreda sipped at it as they lay side by side on the big bed in the little bedroom off the den.
"And so you're really happy in your new life, my dear?" he asked.
"Very happy. I like the work and I like the people I meet. I've been with fourteen men in the last three weeks and four women. I've been fucked by two black pimps plus a white-one, had lesbian relations with a society girl worth millions and the daughter of a French consul. The only distasteful encounter was with a none-too-clean but famous woman folk singer. I spent a beautiful night with the impotent Hollywood producer I was telling you about, and I attended a stag party for a group of college professors where I fucked and blew half a dozen different men during the evening. Another time I introduced the fifteen-year old son of a well-known woman psychologist to sex. Tomorrow night I'm going to a real old-fashioned orgy staged for the benefit of the famous Rhonda Cummings by her husband, the man I told you I cured. Yes, I've had a marvelous time except for...."
"Ah ha! There's a fly in the ointment of his sexual paradise," the judge said, dipping a finger into his wine and wiping it across the tip of Alfreda's perky nipples.
"Well ... it's not the sex part ... but maybe it is. What I mean is, it's Eric. He's got a lot of hangups, you know, and in the last few days they seem to be getting worse."
Judge Bell sucked the wine off her nipples before commenting. "Eric is rather strange. He's been in court a couple of times during appeals from conspiracy to commit prostitution convictions. What's his problem now?"
"Well, he's got this hatred for the rich, especially for women from the well-to-do classes. That's the reason he picked each one of his girls. He wanted to debase us because of what our families have."
"Hmmmm. Yes, that's quite possible. I've read studies of black pimps, players they call themselves. The opinion of most psychologists is that they deal almost exclusively in white women because of racial hatred. They work off their hatred of their white oppressers by degrading white women. The women, it is said, turn to them because of the supposed superior sexual ability of the black male. I understand that that is a myth."
"Well, maybe, but I met a couple who were sure as hell superior, but not any more so than Eric is himself. That does sound like his attitude, but his hatred is confined to the rich, especially to the Hollywood, show business brand of rich. His mother was a Hollywood call girl, you know, and I guess the movie people treated her like dirt."
Bell was rubbing more wine on her nipples and licking it off, his educated tongue sending ripples of pleasure winging through Freddy.
"And you say Eric is worse lately? In what way?"
"He ... he gets pretty violent at times. I'm really frightened for him. You see, we got this new girl-Kathryn-we call her Kit. She's a lovely thing, slim and with rust-colored hair and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She was a psychiatric social worker until she met Eric and went bananas over him just like the rest of us. We were all pleased to have her working with us, she's such a dreamy type, a kind of intense dedicated intellectual ... and so sensitive. But Eric has been awfully hard on her. I think he hates her for her very sensitivity and intelligence. We had the usual turning out for her, only this time Eric didn't call in other players to do it. He took care of it himself with the help of us girls, and a couple of times I thought he was going to kill her. I tell you, if Candace, Gabrielle and I hadn't been there, I really think he might have."
The judge released one swollen pink nipple he'd been sucking on, his face full of concern. "I can see why you're worried, my dear. It sounds like young Eric is becoming a danger both to himself and those around him. I think he probably needs psychiatric treatment."
"That's what Kit says. Poor dear, she's so understanding ... even though she still hasn't recovered completely from the pounding he gave her ... a broken wrist and a couple of badly bruised ribs as well as facial lacerations, but she's crazy about him and wants to help him all she can."
The judge was holding his wine glass over Alfreda's bare belly, pouring tiny sips into her navel. He shook his head. "I'm afraid the situation is a lot worse than I thought. Something should be done, Freddy, before he hurts one of you girls seriously."
Freddy sat up in alarm. "You wouldn't do anything ... I mean law-wise ... to Eric, would you, Judge? I shouldn't have told you but you seemed so understanding and ... well, fatherly."
"No, my dear, I won't do anything, but if you ever need help, be sure to call me at once."
"Oh, you're such a darling!" Freddy said and laid back on the bed. "Such a sweet, fatherly darling I could almost call you Daddy."
The judge chuckled. "I wouldn't mind having a daughter like you, Freddy, but I couldn't do this to a daughter, could I?"
He was licking and sipping at the little puddle of wine in the deep eye of her navel.
"No, I guess not, but you go ahead and do anything you want to me."
"You may not know what you're getting into, young lady. I have a very active erotic imagination within my limits."
"I don't care, do whatever you like," Freddy said, raising her perfumed cunt toward his face.
"This may sting a little bit, my dear, but I think it'll be fun for both of us," he said and poured wine over and into her upheld cunt.
"Oooooooo," she squealed, jumping from the stinging cold but not drawing away. "The things you think of, Daddy!"
"There, there," he said. "The bad old wine stung baby's cute little puss, but Daddy will make it all right by licking it all off."
Alfreda's hand went to the judge's crotch and slipped inside to find his hard cock as he buried his head in her wine-soaked pussy and began to lick enthusiastically. "Daddy want his little girl to suck his cock? Suck it way down in her throat so she can feel him come in her belly?"
The judge shook his head but went right on with his fluttering tonguing of Freddy's juicy gully. He was searching for the real wine that by now was mixed with the wine of her arousal, slurping it up off the tingling labia and diving into her quivering vitals to hunt for more.
"Oh ... so good ... so wonderful ... please, Daddy, let me do something as nice for you as you're doing for me," she babbled and tried to draw his cock into her mouth.
"No, no, sweet baby!" the judge said, pushing her hands away and moving his body out of her reach. "Daddy doesn't want to be distracted while he's eating your honeyed cunt. Be a good girl and let Daddy enjoy himself."
So all Alfreda could do was lie back and let the thrilling sensations he was producing permeate her whole body. It ebbed and flowed in waves of constantly increasing passion. The sucking mouth at her clit, the probing tongue in her cunt were causing a fire storm of lust to turn her blood to molten lava.
She whimpered and thrashed about while Judge Bell foraged deeper and deeper into the volcanic turmoil of her pussy. The fires built up inside her to fever pitch and soon she couldn't avoid the threatening explosion any longer. Not that she really wanted to, but somehow it didn't seem fair that the judge should do all the work and she get all the pleasure. But that was the way he wanted it, and after all, he was the paying customer. So she let herself go entirely and let him get his kicks by seeing the wildness of the orgasm he had provoked.
Later they ate lobster and sipped champagne and he told her about his previous life, about the wife who left him because she was unwilling to live with the only kind of love he had to offer.
Alfreda told him about Mark and her life with him, ending with the last telephone call she had made to him two days before and how he had accused her of having taken a lover and talked about divorce.
"Are you going to follow through on the divorce?" the judge asked.
She nodded. "Yes. I could never go back to that dull existence after tasting the sweetness of this life."
They ended the evening with Judge Bell lying on his back with Alfreda perched on his face, his tongue once more delving into her treasure trove. It was one of those perfect matches in which a woman who loved to have her cunt eaten met a man who desired no other sexual pleasure.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Candace tooled her pearl-gray Cadillac down the road toward the entrance to the Cummings' plush beach pad. Sitting beside her was a glum-faced Eric. In the seat behind them were Alfreda, Gabrielle, Kit Dover and a plumply pretty fourteen-year-old named Prudence Long, a teeny-bopper who worked occasionally as a ho. They were on their way to the bash arranged by Ron Cummings to prove to his wife that he was no longer impotent. He had contracted with Eric for the use of five girls which was a rather normal type of business deal, and everything had been going along fine when Rhonda had gotten into the act and insisted that Eric accompany the girls.
Eric had blown up and threatened to call the whole thing off. The very idea that he should be asked to be present at a gathering of show biz people enraged him. "To hell with that parasitical bitch! I don't need her money!"
"But, Eric, this is the biggest thing we've ever been asked to do," Candace said. "A lot of important people will be there and we can make contacts that will help all of us in the future."
"All you'll meet is a bunch of degenerate bloodsuckers who've never done a thing in their lives but prey on other people," Eric said bitterly. "They are paid millions of dollars for doing nothing and treat ordinary people like they were cattle."
"But, Eric, some of them are quite talented," Kit protested.
"Talented? At what? How much talent does it take to stand in front of a camera and sing some stupid song or recite imbecilic lines? All they do is use people, I tell you! The only reason Rhonda Cummings wants me at her idiot party is to mock and shame all of us!"
Considering the business they were in, Eric's attitude seemed somewhat incongruous, and the girls thought he was letting his hatred of the rich and successful blind him to the fact that they were for sale and Ron Cummings was offering to pay them well for their services.
The orgy had been postponed for a week and in the interim, Candace and Alfreda had pleaded with Eric and finally talked him into going with them. They pointed out that if he didn't trust the Cummings pair, it was all the more reason he should accompany his girls, that it was his responsibility to see that they weren't abused or misused.
He had finally given in and on the evening of the party had reluctantly gotten into the car with the five girls for the drive to the beach. But he'd been grumbling all the way and by the time they pulled into the parking area at the top of the cliff, he was surly and mean.
"I got a good mind to take you all right back to the hotel," he growled. "Let that bitchy broad fuck all her free-loading friends herself. She's not putting me on public display!"
"Come on, darling, don't be like that," Alfreda coaxed, leaning forward to stroke his forehead with cool fingers.
He slapped her hand away. "Don't pull that crap on me, Freddy! You don't know these creeps like I do, you've never seen the way they use people and hurt them just for their amusement."
"Just think of yourself as their guest," Gabrielle advised. "You're as good as they are, mon ami, and I'm sure they know it."
"That's right," Kit said. "You've got to stop putting yourself down. Your background has given you certain hangups that...."
"Shut up!" Eric flared. "I don't need any instant analysis from a head-shrinking ho!"
Kit turned her head away, but Alfreda saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes and the tremble of her sensitive lips. To give the girl a chance to recover her poise, she took Kit's arm and led her over to the railing at the edge of the cliff, chattering about the lights in the patio below and the fantastic door with water flowing through it.
"Wow, that's really something," Candace said as they all stared down at the elaborate house while they waited for the elevator. "I'll bet this set them back a pretty penny."
"Three hundred thousand dollars, including the elevator," Pru Long said. "Rhonda was bragging about it to my father one day."
"Your father knows the Cummings?" Alfreda asked uneasily. She hadn't wanted to bring the under-aged girl with them but Eric had insisted, perhaps because she was the daughter of a director, one of the despised Hollywood crowd that he could take revenge on by prostituting.
"Yes," Pru said with a lopsided grin. "He had a thing for her at one time ... back when I was just a kid ... before I ran away."
"Eric, do you think it's wise to take her in there?" Alfreda asked. "She might run into someone she knows, even her father."
The youngster shook her head. "Oh, no, my Daddy would never go to an orgy. He's got a lot of integrity, maybe too much. I never was good enough for him. That's why I ran away."
"I don't like this, Eric," Candace said. "You could get in a lot of trouble over her."
"Shut up, all of you!" Eric said, lifting a hand menacingly. "I'm sick of your nagging! You all wanted to come to this damn shindig and now that you're here, you're trying to back out on me. Well, we're going in and we're taking Pru with us! One of the guests made a special request for a girl no more than fourteen, and if you'll pardon my saying so, none of the rest of you aging beauties fill the bill."
Candace shrugged and flushed the others a warning look. "Okay, Eric. You're the boss. Come on, girls, let's go face the wild animals."
A few minutes later, Eric and his troupe were being admitted to the huge ocean view living room in which fifteen to twenty people were milling around, drinking and smoking, talking and laughing. There was a sudden stillness as Eric's stable of fillies filed into the room and the invited guests stared at "their provocative costumes and the brazen display of woman flesh they provided.
"Wow! Ron wasn't kidding!" a half-drunk actor whooped and lurched toward Candace.
"Hands off, Joey!" Rhonda said, strutting up with braless breasts bouncing. "They're going to put on a show for us first!"
"Yes," Ron said as he came up behind her. "Let's all go downstairs to the rec room. We call it our orgy room and we've got a little stage set up...."
"And there's a bed on the stage so we all can see Eric and his girls perform," Rhonda broke in excitedly.
The star's voice was sultry and pitched low, and apparently Eric who had disappeared in the direction of the bar didn't hear what she said. Alfreda turned to look for him and saw him gulping straight whiskey. Since he rarely drank, Alfreda knew they were in for trouble, especially when he found out what Rhonda had in mind.
Turning to Candace, she whispered, "Eric won't stand still for that. You and I better think up something that will make that big-boobed bitch forget it or Lord knows what will happen."
Candace nodded. "Right. Let's put on such a wild exhibition that we blow all their minds, and then we'll fuck them until they drop."
Alfreda squeezed her friend's arm. "Just what I was thinking of. Let's get Gabrielle and Kit in on this but leave out Pru. The less people see of her the better. Eric really could get busted over her."
"Yes, I know," Candy said. "Let's just pretend we don't know her."
When everyone was downstairs, Rhonda herded the girls up onto the dais and clapped her hands to get the attention of the guests. "All right, everybody! Gather round! These girls are going to entertain us with a no holds barred AC-DC sex show! After that, it will be free for all! Pick out your favorite while the show is on and then just help yourselves! That goes for you gals too if you want to swing a little lez!"
"What's she talking about?" Kit whispered to Alfreda. "I thought we were here for the men. Eric didn't say anything about a lesbian group-grope. I don't like this at all."
"You'll get used to it," Alfreda said. "Just watch Candy and Gabby and me and play along. We'll carry you."
The ex-social worker nodded her strawberry blonde head, but her eyes were searching the room for Eric.
She wasn't the only one looking for Eric. Rhonda had discovered he was missing too, and her voice was cold and arrogant when she turned to her husband and demanded, "Where's Eric? I want him in on this too! And where's that kid, that cute young one?"
Ron tried to placate her. "The girl has been taken to the bedroom where the guest is who requested her. He wanted a private session, he's kind of bashful about his Lolitaism. And we aim to please at Chez Cummings."
"Shit!" the busty blonde spat. "Well, get Eric! What's he think he's being paid for?"
Alfreda shuddered. If Eric ever heard that, there would be a real blowup. The only way to avoid it right now was to get things going. Kit was standing closest to her so she took the girl's arm and hustled her to the center of the stage.
"Shall we get the show on the road, folks?" she asked and was surprised at how calm and confident her voice sounded. "As a starter, this lovely girl and I are going to demonstrate for you ... give you an inside view, as it were-into the love lives of ladies of the night."
An expectant hush fell over the crowd who had taken seats on the cushion strewn floor only a few feet from the round stage with its black-sheeted mattress. Alfreda looked out at the sea of leering faces and thought that Eric was probably right about these people. The men were bad enough with their openly lustful expressions but the women were worse. There was a sick excitement in their eyes, an underlying contempt for Alfreda and her sisters which nevertheless didn't keep them from lusting to see all their sexual fantasies come to life.
"Keep your cool, baby," Alfreda whispered to Kit as she put her arms around her. "Just follow my lead and you won't find it too bad. Remember, it's for Eric."
"Yes, anything for Eric," Kit murmured and let the other girl kiss her.
A murmur of excitement went up from the crowd as Alfreda's fingers went to the back of Kit's dress and began to slide the zipper down.
"I'm" going to undress you first," Alfreda whispered. "Then you do the same for me. Remember, make it last' but don't go so slow they get restless. I'll take the lead in the sex action and later Gabby and Candy will join us for a grand finale. If we can keep that damn Rhonda from insisting that Eric join us, maybe we'll all get home safe yet."
Drawing the girl's dress down off smooth white shoulders, she exposed the pert breasts in their pink lace sling. "Ahhhh, look at the sweet little nipples," Freddy said aloud for the titillation of the audience and ran first her fingertips and then her tongue across them.
The watchers snickered, and Kit shivered but gamely let Freddy draw the tight dress down and off, leaving her long, slender legs, flat belly and neat round bottom bare, her body adorned only by the nothing bra and the fringed G-string that scarcely hid the springy mat of blondish-red pubic hair.
"Now, my turn," Freddy instructed. "Let their dirty eyes bulge out and roll on the floor when they see us both naked."
Kit's hands were trembling but she quickly undid zippers and opened buttons and in seconds Freddy was standing bare-breasted and bare-assed beside her. Only garter belt, long black stockings and high heels remained and Freddy knew too well the erotic value of those to shed them.
"Now, it starts," she murmured to Kit as she unhooked the straps of the cupless bra and tossed it at a leering man in the front row before sinking to the mattress with the girl in her arms.
"Come on, you hookers, show us how you do it!" shouted a fortyish brunette Alfreda recognized as a has-been glamor girl.
"Yeah, maybe we can learn something from the pros," added a skinny thirty-year old who still played teenage roles. "If they can show me something new to do with a cunt, I'll change businesses."
Alfreda was seething inwardly as she stretched Kit out on the mattress and sprawled beside her, legs spread so those sitting nearby could drool over the exposed beauty of her half-opened cunt while she began moving lips and hands over Kit's firm young flesh.
The watching guests were leaning forward as she opened her mouth and took as much of one breast into it as she could and began sucking on it. The taste was warm and sweet and she pulled at it strongly, hoping to excite Kit to the point where she might forget they had an audience.
When Kit moaned, she followed up her advantage by scrambling atop the younger girl and forcing her legs apart to insert one of hers between them. Rotating her belly against the other girl's, she captured her lips in a soulful kiss, being careful to let the voyeurs see her tongue darting in and out in lustful attack.
A fat-bellied man in a flowered shirt and a hard-looking brunette had come so close to the stage that their chins were resting on the edge as they stared and licked their lips. Alfreda wondered how long it would be before they tried to get into the act. She didn't really care. The whole purpose of the act was to get the orgy started as quickly as possible and divert attention from Eric's absence.
Kit seemed to get the idea and opened her legs wide so Alfreda's perfumed cunt could rub into her pussy. If they had been alone and doing this solely for their own pleasure, there were a lot of things Freddy would have done to give the other girl deeper and more prolonged thrills, but they didn't have time for such refinements right now. So she rubbed her cunt and clitoris hard against Kit's damp crevice and hoped she wasn't hurting her.
Loud guffaws, envious sighs and even a moan or two of excitement spurred her on. So did the fact that Gabrielle and Candace had now mounted the stage and were undressing each other. She was delighted to see that several couples among the onlookers had decided not to wait and were coupling as they watched the naked girls embrace and begin their feast of love.
'Rhonda Cummings had also stripped and now leaned forward with her hands on the edge of the dais while her husband entered her from the rear and another man sat between her thighs and mouthed the joined genitals.
"Cry out and pretend you're coming," Alfreda whispered into Kit's ear and the girl obediently arched her back and seemed to tremble violently in a simulated orgasm that could have won her an Oscar.
"Good girl," Freddy said and faked her own just seconds before Gabby and Candace rolled over to join them.
"Hey, a four-way go round," a man choked as Candy buried her head between Alfreda's thighs who turned so she could do the same to Kit while Gabby straddled Kit's face and stretched to close the circle with her mouth glued to Candy's blonde puss.
The crowd around them really began to go ape then. Several of the men and two of the women reached to touch the naked bodies forming the daisy chain.
Someone was fondling Alfreda's breasts and someone else was sliding a hand down her belly to feel where Candace's tongue was licking. Other hands and lips stroked and patted, squeezed and kneaded.
Candace was dragged away by two men, Kit by two more, and then with a bellow of rage, Rhonda was clawing her way up onto the dais and throwing herself on Alfreda. Holding the redhead's arms down with her legs, the woman crouched over her, holding her by the ears.
"All right, whore, I've had enough of this run-around! Where's Eric? I want to see him perform too! That cheap pimp can't put on airs and act as though he's better than Rhonda Cummings! Where the hell is he?"
"I don't know," Alfreda gasped. "But he won't be part of the show. He ... can't ... he has his reasons ... and you'd better leave him alone or something terrible will happen."
"Don't you dare talk back to me, you lousy whore! You'll all do just exactly what I tell you to, Eric included!" Scrambling up higher, she shoved her sloppy pussy into Alfreda's face. "Eat it, bitch! Eat it good!"
Someone else was pawing at her legs, trying to force them apart and insert a finger or a small cock, she wasn't sure which, but suddenly Freddy was sick of the whole mess. Eric was right, all they wanted to do was use people, hurt them to show their superiority and further bloat their inflated egos.
"Eat it!" the blonde rasped, smearing her gooey cunt against Alfreda's mouth. "I'll teach you to fuck my ball-less husband behind my back!"
So that was it. The woman wanted to get even with her for giving Ron back his manhood. Maybe this whole affair had been planned as a way of getting even. In that case, she had better get the other girls together as quickly and as quietly as possible and get them out of here.
The man fumbling between her thighs had gotten into her but he was small and not very skillful, and Alfreda found it disconcerting to be fucked by a man whose face she couldn't see.
"You gonna eat my cunt or do I have to piss down your throat?" Rhonda demanded.
Helpless at the moment, Alfreda could do nothing but shrug mentally and begin to lick at the slack folds. She could hear Kit whimpering and looking under Rhonda's straddling legs she saw the girl on her back with one man sitting on her face and another-bald and fat and greasy-looking-pumping between her thighs. On the other side of her, Gabby was pinned between a white-haired skeleton of a man and a fat woman in her fifties. The party was getting rough for Eric's girls.
There was a sudden uproar at the far end of the room and Freddy heard a girl sobbing as though her heart were broken.
"What'sa matter, kid?" a loud-mouthed drunk demanded. "What'cha cryin' about? Can't ya find nobody to fuck ya?"
The sobbing became almost hysterical. "My Daddy ... that was my Daddy up in that room! He was the one who wanted a young girl! It was dark ... he didn't want the lights on until after we ... oh my God, I fucked my own Daddy! And when he saw who I was, he started to shake and cry and now he's gone off and I'm afraid he'll kill himself!"
Rhonda broke into raucous laughter and ground her pussy harder on Freddy's face. "Did you hear that, Ron? It worked! What a gas! That'll cure that kid-fucker! I told you Phil Long would fall for the dark room bit! I told you he'd ball his own kid and not know the difference until it was too late! God, I wish I'd seen that!"
Alfreda clenched her jaws against the wave of nausea and hate that coursed through her. Then she heard another voice and her anger turned to terror.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" It was Eric's voice and from the scuffling sounds that accompanied it, he apparently was being dragged into the room by several other men. "I'm warning you, let me go! I am not for sale!"
"Everybody is for sale," Rhonda said. "Get your ass over here, boy whore, and we'll discuss what I'm going to pay you for a piece of tail!"
Alfreda heard a choked cry from Eric and knew she had to do something fast. Pinned down as she was by the movie star sitting on her face and the unknown man with the inadequate cock, there was only one thing she could do.
Opening her mouth wide, as though to suck in the whole soggy cunt, she closed her teeth and bit down hard.
Rhonda shrieked and leaped upward, grabbing for her lacerated cunt. The redhead leaved the man over backward and when he tried to grab her leg, kicked him in the groin.
By the time Freddy got to her feet, Eric had gone berserk. Roaring like a wild man, he was laying about him with both fists. A handsome young leading man took a blow in the face that would probably set him back thousands of dollars in plastic surgery. A bearded producer was flung halfway across the room to land atop a busily fucking couple who barely seemed to notice.
"Stop him! He's crazy!" Rhonda yelled as Eric launched himself in her direction.
There was murder in Eric's eyes and Freddy knew she had to stop him even though she privately agreed with him that the woman needed killing.
"Candy! Gabby! Help me!" she shouted and reached out desperately for the muscular youth as he hurled past her, reaching for Rhonda. Knocked from her feet, she managed to get a grip on one leg and hold on. "Kit! Candy! Help!"
"Let go of me, Freddy! I want that woman! I want her neck in my hands!"
"No, Eric, no!" Alfreda pleaded and held on tighter.
Candace let out a yelp and struggled out of the grip of a pair of mod-looking characters and crawled toward Freddy. Gabby used her high heels to kick loose from the couple using her, and both girls reached Eric just as he almost broke Freddy's grip on him.
"Hold him!" Alfreda said. "Don't let him go or he'll kill that bitch!"
Rhonda Cummings crouched in a corner screaming, but not a man in the room offered to help. They had seen what happened to the first three who tangled with Eric. It was up to his girls to subdue the enraged player and keep him from committing murder.
"Hang on, girls!" Alfreda panted as Kit eluded greedy hands and came to help. "If you care anything about Eric, don't let him kill anyone!"
Jumping up on his back, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Gabby grabbed one leg and Candace the other while Kit blocked him from the front, trying to push him backwards and shielding the cowering movie star from his flailing fists.
But the maddened player didn't intend to be stopped. Shaking himself like a bear coming out of water, he tried to dislodge Freddy from his back and kick free of the desperately clinging Candace and Gabrielle.
"Don't let him get me!" Rhonda babbled. "He's insane! He ought to be locked up!"
"Let them lock me up!" Eric bellowed and lunged forward again. "Once I've broken your lousy neck, I don't care what they do to me!"
He kicked free of Gabby, knocked Kit aside and reached for the terrified Rhonda. Alfreda still hanging to his back and Candy to one leg, he fastened his hands around the blonde's neck and started to squeeze.
"No, Eric, no!" Alfreda screamed, but her voice was drowned out in the bedlam that broke loose as the room suddenly filled with blue-uniformed figures blowing police whistles and swinging nightsticks.
Something grazed Alfreda's scalp and thudded against Eric's skull. He toppled backwards and crashed to the floor with Alfreda under him. Darkness closed over the girl and they both lay unconscious while naked people tried to escape in every direction.
Later she learned that Pru's father, fleeing from the house in horror at the monstrous thing he had been tricked into doing had called the police and told them what was going on at the Cummings' house. Ron and Rhonda had been arrested along with their guests but freed as soon as their lawyers arrived.
Eric and his girls were all charged with prostitution and he was held on an additional charge of aggravated assault. Alfreda was also charged with assault but when Rhonda refused to tell the judge just where the redhead had assaulted her, the charges were dropped.
The girls weren't worried about themselves, but Eric's lawyer pointed out that the youth could get as much as twenty years as the mastermind behind the prostitution ring.
Then Eric did something that surprised all four girls-he confessed. "I'm sick of the whole thing," he told the woman judge. "I'd just as soon be in jail. I'm guilty as charged and of white slavery as well. I forced all of these girls into the life. I beat them and coerced them and used sex as a weapon to make them do what I wanted. It's not their fault. Let them go and put me in jail. I deserve what I get."
The judge obviously agreed and when he appeared for sentencing, she threw the book at him. "Twenty years in state penitentiary for the white slavery charge, ten years for procuring and five years on four counts of aggravated assault."
Thirty-five years! I'll be an old, old woman when he gets out! Alfreda though in despair.
"They can't do that to Eric," Kit sobbed.
Almost as an afterthought, the judge added, "The sentences are to run concurrently."
Alfreda breathed a sigh of relief and then laughed at herself. What difference did it make whether it was thirty-five years or twenty?
"What he really needs is psychiatric help," Kit said, "but that costs money ... lots of money."
"Well, we could earn it, couldn't we?" Alfreda said.
"Sure, we could make enough to buy him the whole Mayo clinic if he needed it," Candace said and Gabby nodded.
"But what's the good of that if he's going to be locked up for twenty years?" Kit asked.
"We'll appeal," the lawyer said as he gathered up his papers.
After he was gone, Alfreda had an idea. "Look, that appeal is a good gimmick, and I think I know a way to help things along."
"Tell us, tell us!" the others clamored.
"Well, how about Candace and Gabrielle getting things organized so we can start working on our own? You two know the most about the way Eric operated and can reach his contacts and set up assignments for us. But please leave Kit and me plenty of extra time to work on a certain kindly but sexy judge who sits on the Circuit Court of Appeals. Once his honor gets a whiff of Kit's delicious cunt, he'll be hooked and she'll have a lot of chances to talk to him about the type of psychiatry Eric needs. I'm sure if we play our cards right, Eric won't even have to serve five of that twenty years."
"Freddy, you're wonderful!" Candace said, and then had a thought that shadowed her eyes. "But Eric said he'd never be a player again, and I think he meant it. When he does get out, that will mean there'll be no place for us in his life."
"How can you be sure?" Alfreda asked.
"Maybe we could all go into some other business together and hire him as the manager. Or maybe we could set up a commune out in the woods somewhere and all four of us share him. Anyway, whatever it is, I'll be waiting for him. Come on, Kit, let's go see his honor, Frederick Augustus Bell, the judge with the kindly manner and the educated tongue!"
