There was no doubt that Janet was excited. There was something just kinky enough about what she was going to do that turned her on, that made her slot squishy with moisture. She was out buying the clothes she needed for her interview and the rapid click of her heels on the concrete reminded her of what else she needed.
It didn't take long walking on the wide, sun drenched mall to find a shoe store. Inside it smelled rich with leather odors and fresh shoe polish. The carpet was a red burr on the floor. "May I help you?"
The clerk was a young good-looking man and when he smiled at her, Janet's knees went weak.
"Yes," she said. "I'd like a pair of boots. High ones." Her own voice sounded strange. Like an echo in her ears. But it was all right. She was just high on nerves. Janet told herself that anyway.
She sat in the seat and the man came back with several boxes and it was soothing when he took her shoes off and rubbed his hand over her toes. And then he was sliding the new leather up her calf and it felt so damn sensuous she almost came and had to squirm her cunny down against the slick plastic seat.
It wasn't till the second boot was on that she looked closely at the clerk. He was staring up between her open knees and his hand was inside her skirt and hot in her inner thigh. She was stunned. And then she felt his finger probing through her panties and for the first time Janet really asked herself what she was getting into.
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Fleming was having second thoughts about the new career she was contemplating. If it hadn't been for that lesbian birch, Sherille Bostwick, Janet would not be standing bare-assed in front of a lewdly ogling man.
She wasn't certain yet whether she was thankful to her former co-worker, Patricia Sayres, for setting up this interview.
Janet could feel his rapacious eyes digging into her hemispherical tits. Dwelling on the half dollar sized areolae, his eyes narrowed in salacious appraisal. She watched him survey the rest of her physical attributes.
He took a quick glance at her flared hips and her shapely legs. The eyes returned to her flattened stomach and the slight inward curve of her pubes.
"I see you're a natural redhead," he remarked. "You have the collar and muff to match!" A ribald chuckle followed.
She wanted to grab her clothes and leave. Patricia had warned her what to expect. If it wasn't for the fact she needed a job and the pay was good, Janet would still be looking somewhere else.
"This Angelo Rodato will give you a square deal," Patricia had told her. "But you better be prepared to cooperate if you want to make it with him!"
"I'm glad you approve!" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, do I get the job or don't I?"
"You got the built all right! The real merchandise! You unnerstan' what the job is all about?" he asked.
"Yes, Angelo!" she sighed in annoyed impatience. "I stand on this turntable and whenever I pass a spot where a guy looks at me, I flash a big smile and wiggle my hips at him."
"Yen! That's it! You push your pussy up against the glass wall and give it a coupla sexy twists," Angelo added. "Just a coupla more things and we can close the deal. First, I wantcha to do a sexy dance for me. That's important!"
He pushed a cartridge into a tape player. Middle Eastern music filled the room. Hell, she thought! I'm no belly dancer! What the hell! I'll give it my best shot!
Janet swung her hips in her interpretation of the dance. She held her hands above her head, causing her tits to rise in a provocative thrust. Her hips squirmed and undulated in teasing twists. The twin succulent globes gyrated in their own erotic dance.
She watched Angelo's reaction to her dancing. His eyes were wide open in lascivious approval. Her initial reaction to the minor mortification she was experiencing disappeared. As she swung her body to and fro in a wanton exhibition, a strange elation excited her.
Janet could sense the lustful excitement filling Angelo's senses. His attention was riveted to her luxuriant fleshy gourds as they bounced in tantalizing quivers. Well, she would give him something else to drool over!
Her hands dropped down to her hips. She stood in place, undulating her hips, slowly gyrating them in obscene movements. Every movement was intended to have some significant nuance. Janet's hands fluttered over her body in wanton search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she gently rubbed her hands along her thighs. She bowed slightly at the waist, bringing her hands down to the knees. This made her tits dangle a little, accentuating their erotic appearance.
Slowly, in a zigzag fashion, Janet brought her hands upward. Her legs were apart, knees slightly bent. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the thick, puffy, labial exterior of her snatch.
With effective showmanship, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. Janet drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her twat. A grunt of lustful approval escaped Angelo's throat.
Tauntingly, she moved her hips forward, back, in rotation; her parted slit beckoning, calling to him like some Lorelei. She was pleased with herself.
She had a smug feeling of superiority. Janet had never performed such a salacious dance before. And in the nude! Her sensual cavorting had aroused lustful thoughts in her audience. Angelo was disrobing! Her own erotic desires had been provoked by the act.
Janet stared on the fiery stiff flesh that protruded from his loins. Before he mentioned it, she knew what was going to happen next. Under normal circumstances, she would not willingly submit to a fuck. This wasn't a normal situation!
She was trying to get a job that would pay her forty dollars a day, off the books. At some other time, she wouldn't give Angelo a second look! He was fat, sloppy, and vulgar! Her sensual demonstration had incited her carnal inclinations. She was ready to compromise her position.
Angelo stroked his cock in slow caressing strokes. "Oh, baby! You look like a real hot piece! I'll bet ya fuck like a mink!"
A self-satisfied smile spread across her face. "Try me and see!" she challenged.
"C'mere!" he ordered. 'Turn around and bend over. I'm gonna fuck ya doggie-style!"
Janet assumed the position he ordered. A strange exhilaration came over her. Being fucked by Angelo shouldn't be exciting her but it was!
She felt his knuckles against her thighs as he fitted his cockhead to her red hairy slit. The snub nosed tip nestled between her cunt lips. He pushed inward. Her pussy was partially moist. With the absence of full lubrication of her snatch, Angelo's prick had a slight resistance to his penile penetration.
Janet felt the rough friction of the thick hard cock moving into her cuntal canal. An abbreviated gasp escaped her lips as she felt his full hard impaction.
Angelo grabbed her hips for purchase when his hard-on was halfway into her quim. He pulled her towards him, shoving his hips forward in a violent thrust. He jammed his cock deep, burying it into her snug hole.
The rough bristles of his pubic hairs scraped against the soft flesh of her callipygian buns. Currents of thrilling erotic electricity radiated through her cunt like incandescent tentacles. There was no point in fighting any moral conviction. Janet found this carnal contact erotically exhilarating. She wasn't interested in the right or wrong of the act; only the sensual satisfaction derived from it.
Angelo reached around her and captured the coral studded tips of her boobs. He squeezed and manipulated the tips in a milking motion. She felt the dusky red nipples stiffen under his tactile teasing.
Her twat was stuffed with his thick cock. His groin was curved in a tight weld to her ample cushiony buttocks. Angelo grounded his hips in a sinuous twist, letting his cock abrade the sentient pliant muscles of her snug fitting snatch.
Janet's pussy was sweating from the sensual arousal. She could feel the friction of Angelo's cock heating up her cunt.
In her limited sexual encounters, she had never experienced this position. Somehow, the stiff shaft of flesh had a deeper penetration and lent a more stimulating contact to the act.
With her ass cheeks pressed tightly against his groin, Janet moved her hips in tandem with his grinding gyrations.
Her movements acted as an invitation for Angelo to start fucking her. He started to stoke her venereal furnace. His prick began a partial gradual withdrawal. Using the same deliberate motion, Angelo pushed his cock back into the constrictive confines of her snatch.
Janet emitted a humming exclamation of approval. "Hmmmmm!" Her body quivered as the sound rumbled through her chest.
The hard shaft of flesh came half way out of its venereal confines and slammed back into the hole with a quick thrust. She felt the cockhead strike her cuntal wall with a force of authority behind it.
Each time his prick struck her sentient twat, Janet thrilled to the touch. Angelo knew how to use his cock! This was no wham-bam-thank you ma'am fuck! In her opinion, he was a coarse person. It didn't affect his fucking ability. She had met guys with better manners who lacked Angelo's sexual skill. None of them had Angelo's penile skill.
He continued to piston his dick in measured thrusts. She squirmed and undulated her hips in a sinuous grind. Her wanton response was due to the lascivious stirrings created by the probing cock.
Angelo maintained the unhurried cadence of his coital thrusts. The prong probing her pussy increased the rhythm of its thrusts. Angelo quickened the tempo. His cock shuttled with faster strokes. She felt his balls flailing the inside of a thigh in gentle taps.
She was certain he was about to come. Instead, he slowed down and returned to the deliberate cadence of a slow fuck.
His hands continued to maul her tits. She felt the rough squeezes and ignored the slight discomfort. Janet was too busy enjoying the erotic stimulation of Angelo's prick.
His leisurely prodding of her snatch afforded her the opportunity of responding to the frictioning cock. The glowing pulsations of an orgasm throbbed within her bowels. An inflammation of erotic passion grew inside her quim. She wanted Angelo to fuck her with more vigor to release the throbbing beat.
"Ohhh!" she groaned. "Fuck me harder, faster!" she urged him. "I can feel myself coming! Do it, do it!"
At her exhortation, Angelo pumped his cock faster. He accelerated the driving thrusts, pushing harder and deeper into her steaming coosy. His fleshy battering ram struck again and again into her cuntal wall. She answered his movements with her own complimentary wriggles of her ass.
Janet's cunt was ready to burst with the orgasm dammed up in it. His cock abraded the moist wall lining of her snatch. It was like a match striking the sandpaper on a matchbook! The friction ignited his prick.
Janet felt the spasms begin, heralding the onset of climax. Angelo made a series of frenzied penile jabs just before the first spurt rocketed into her cunt. He made one final hard thrust. Splat! Splat! Splat! Each burst of come splattered onto her cuntal wall. As the individual globs struck her sensitive cuntal muscles, she felt a kind of lustful intoxication.
The final thrust Angelo had made was a momentary pause. As the thick milky come jetted out of his prick, he began to pump his prick at a frenzied tempo.
Janet emitted a groan of sensual pleasure as her own orgasm erupted. "Ahhrrr!" she exclaimed in ecstatic delight. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
She rocked her hips back and forth in tandem with the thrusting tube. She was aware of his prick softening in her damp hole. He removed his prick. A residue of their mutual come dribbled out as he unplugged her twat.
Angelo gave her a gentle pat on her asscheeks. "You could make more money hustling ass, baby!" he said. "How about it? I can fix ya up real good! It's better than having a bunch of horny guys peeping atcha!"
"No thanks! I'll take my chances with the peepshow," she answered. "When can I start?"
"Ya start tomorrow! Here's the address. You report to Lenny. He'll tell you what to do!"
Janet took the piece of paper and dressed. After she left the office, she reflected about the interview for her new job. It was something she had hoped to avoid. Working for Angelo was a cut above prostitution. She had already compromised herself by putting out for him. A mischievous grin spread across her face. Being fucked by Angelo wasn't that bad! At least she had a decent orgasm out of it!
The following day, she returned to the address Angelo had given her. Sandwiched between a movie house and a bookstore was her new place of employment. Both establishments catered to the porno trade. She walked up a dirty flight of stairs and found the office.
A tall pock-faced man answered her querying greeting. "Lenny?"
"Yen! You must be the new girl. Come on, I'll show ya where to hang your clothes and where the rig is," he said.
She followed him into a small room with a half a dozen locker closets. A mixture of offensive odors filled her nostrils. There was a long wooden bench in front of the lockers. Janet undressed and placed her clothing and bag in the locker. Lenny led her to a door.
Two girls were standing on a slow moving turntable. A glass partition was in front of them. From time to time, a small square opened in back of the glass partition. Janet couldn't see any faces. The small aperture was filled with someone's eyes peering into it. From where she stood, she couldn't make out distinct features. She only knew some horny bastard was looking in.
"Okay, Linda!" Lenny announced. "You can take a break. Got a second team going in for ya!"
A tall willowy blonde with pendulous tits turned around. As the turntable brought her to the door, she stepped off. She smiled at Janet. "It's all yours, honey! Enjoy yourself!"
Janet stepped onto the moving platform. "Remember! Shove that pussy up against the glass and wriggle it!" Lenny reminded her. "That's what these schmucks are paying for!"
She looked over at the other girl on the platform. Janet smiled and said, "Hi! How's it going?"
The other girl gave an indifferent shrug. "It's a living!"
Janet's attempt to make friendly overtures were rebuffed. Fuck her! Janet thought. I didn't ask her to marry me. Just to be friendly.
An aperture opened up and she could see someone peering at her. She rubbed her snatch up against the glass partition. In a fit of wanton whimsy, Janet inserted fingers into her twat, spreading them apart. A grin emphasized her waggish gesture. Under other circumstances, Janet would find displaying her body in this vulgar exhibition repulsive to her nature. For some unexplained reason, she found this situation a big joke.
She rode around for a half hour, showing off her cunt whenever an opening showed in front of her. The door she entered, opened. Four nude men joined the two women on the turntable. Two approached her and the other two men joined her partner.
Janet looked up surprised at her visitors. "It's show time!" one of the men announced. "Let's go, baby!"
She started to protest. The two men were pushing her down onto the floor of the platform. Janet began to struggle but they overpowered her. Before she knew it, one man had placed himself inside her thighs. His prick entered her cunt, impaling her. The other man knelt above her chest. His knees pressed into her shoulders. She looked up to see his heavy cock poised over face.
He held the cock near the base and shook it in her face. "Eat it!" he demanded.
Janet had never given head and she wasn't about to now! "Eat it yourself!" she snapped. "Let me go before I start yelling rape!" she threatened.
"Hey, Joe! Convince this bitch to co-operate!" the man with the cock in her face said.
Janet felt the body between her legs shift a little. A scream of pain tore from her throat. Joe had reached out and grabbed a tit nipple and pinched it viciously.
"That should soften her up, Mickey!" her tormentor said.
Mickey shook his prick in her face. "Start sucking, honey! Make it good!"
Tears of pain blurred her vision. She stared at the penile Cyclops. The ruby bullet-nosed head dotted with the small pee-hole.
Mickey pushed his prick closer to her lips. With a grimace of reluctance, Janet opened her mouth and admitted the cock. She closed her lips over the tumescent tube.
The taste of the hard flesh resting between her lips surprised her. She expected a terrible taste. Instead, she found it palatable. Closing her eyes, not in blissful contemplation, but to shut out the specter of sucking cock, Janet licked at the imprisoned flesh.
Her tongue rolled about the crown of the shaft in hesitant licks. She looked up to see Mickey staring down at her in lustful contemplation. Janet had a vague idea of how to suck cocks. She kept her tongue sliding over the absorbed prick.
Between her thighs, Joe was pumping his prick in rapid strokes. It didn't compare to Angelo's style. Any moment, she expected Joe to shoot his load. This show was for the benefit of the horny bastards dumping their quarters into the coin boxes. It was going to be a quickie at the rate Joe was going! Janet didn't expect his staying powers.
The insertion of the cock into her dry twat was a rough penetration. Her cunt walls began to sweat from the frictioning heat created by the pistoning prick.
She found it difficult to ignore the erotic friction of the cock scraping against her cuntal flesh. Her hips rocked in cadence with Joe's thrusts. Janet responded to the sensual stimulation.
This was a flagrant act of rape. Had she been told this was a part of the job, she would have given it consideration. Janet had submitted to sex with Angelo. Given an alternative in this situation, her choice would be the same. Submit! No one had given her that choice!
Her chagrin was subdued by the erotic tantalizing of her pussy. She couldn't resist the sensual scraping of a cock along her cuntal walls. That stiff piece of flesh was inducing a feeling of sensual well-being. She savored the subtle sensuality of Joe's pumping prong. The forceful bump of his pelvis pounded into the vee of her crotch. With immoral abandon, she matched his fucking movements.
In spite of the weight on her chest, Janet managed to buck her hips in frenzied coital thrusts. Her ass bounced against the dirty carpeting that covered the floor of the platform. All that mattered was the gratification of the lascivious turbulence brewing into a storm within her erogenous hole. She breathed deeply in ecstatic exhilaration.
Her tongue continued to lavish strong sweeps over the imprisoned cock in her mouth. Janet licked the vibrant hard-on as though it was a candy cane.
She knew there was more to sucking cock than just licking on it. For the moment, it would have to do! If they guy didn't like it, he could do it himself! This wasn't a part of the deal when she was hired! Although, at this point, she considered the fucking a fringe benefit!
That guy plowing her cunt was a machine! His stamina seemed endless. A carnal exhilaration pervaded her senses. Deep within her vagina, paroxysms of an orgasm throbbed, building up to the violent climax she expected.
Her hips rocked in frenzied thrusts as the orgasm exploded in her quim. She wanted to cry out in elated sexual pleasure. Mickey was holding her chin and fucking her mouth in quick thrusts. He bounced up and down on her tits. At least this part of her ordeal would be over soon. Janet's concern was about ingesting the thick flow of come.
The next moment was unexpected! Mickey withdrew his prick from her mouth in a quick withdrawal. She watched as he curled his fingers about his cock reddened from the heat of her oral forge. His hand pumped in rapid strokes. He pumped his hips as he fucked his fist.
Her eyes widened in surprised fascination as the globs of milky come spurted out. Mickey raised his body a few inches off her chest. The warm sticky come struck her tits. Some of the discharge reached her chin and cheek.
Joe pulled his prick out of her snatch. Janet peered past the open vee of Mickey's thighs. Joe was doing the same thing! He pulled at his prong with frantic tugs. A chalky flood of come skidded across her stomach. What a waste of good come, she thought! She couldn't understand spraying her with their come.
It was a disgusting and degrading act. The warm glutinous substance on her body cooled off. It was sticky and uncomfortable now. Janet felt a feeling of loathing for these two who had attacked her.
"You give a lousy blow job!" Mickey remarked as he stood up. "If you got the time tonight, I could give you lessons!"
"Fine!" she snapped back. "And if I'm not there, you can start without me!"
The two men laughed. "It's all part of the job," Joe said. He held out his hand. "No hard feelings?"
"Oh ... oh, go play with yourself!" Janet shouted back in flustered anger.
She stood up. As the turntable neared the exit door, she stormed out. She needed a job badly but she was damned it she would keep this one! The cold sticky come on her body made her uncomfortable adding to her irritation.
Lenny met her in the locker room. He tossed a towel at her. "Here! Wipe yourself off! How did you like your first day at work?"
Taking the towel, she rubbed herself briskly with the towel. Janet hoped she could rub out the obscene defilement of her body.
"You can keep your disgusting job! Just pay me for the time I've worked. I quit!" she said.
She dressed hurriedly, wanting to get as far away from this disgusting place as possible.
"Too bad you feel that way, honey! I had great plans for you. Here! Here's ten bucks! And that's overpaying ya since you only worked about a half an hour!"
Janet took the bill and pushed it into her pocketbook and left.
The entire incident had unnerved her. Janet's body shook with indignation. She walked over to a coffee shop a block away.
Damn, she thought! That's all everyone wants from me, my body! What a bunch of animals!
She opened her bag to pay for the coffee. Her body shook from the frightening discovery. Gone! All the money she had in the purse was gone! She had forty dollars in bills and about a dollar and a half in change with two subway tokens. The only money she had was the ten dollars Lenny had given her!
Those dirty bastards! They had taken her money while she was on the turntable!
She contemplated going back with the police and preferring charges against them. Her body trembled with agitation. She tried to think clearly. There was no way she could prove they took her money. They had really given her a fucking!
"Take her coffee out of this and bring me a cup!" a male voice said.
Janet saw a dollar bill flutter onto the counter. She turned to look at the voice sitting alongside of her.
He was a tall heavy-set man. The thinning hair added years to his young face. Light grey eyes smiled at her.
"My name's Harvey Kelley! That's Kelly with an e! I caught your act over at Lenny's place. You look like a sharp kid so I'll lay my cards on the table. I'm honest with all my girls! I'm a pimp!"
He kept his eyes on her face for some reaction. "You don't seemed surprised. Good! I want to make you one of my in-laws. The pay is good! The hours are good! And I treat my women well!"
Janet was stunned by his approach. She had heard and read about the different ways girls were recruited as whores. This was not the usual way. This was an open solicitation with no frills of subterfuge.
"What makes you think I want to be a prostitute?"
He chuckled. "Well, if you took a job at Lenny's, you needed the money. Knowing the way Lenny words, you still need money! C'mon! Finish your coffee and we'll grab a cab to your place and get your things. For the time being, you'll move into my place."
She took a liking to him. He was polite and considerate. There was an air of authority about him. He took charge in a sort of sympathetic manner. Not too bossy! At least, he laid his cards on the table! None of this other bullshit she had to put up with!
He watched her hesitantly making a decision.
Harvey smiled at her. "I have a medical plan, pension plan, and other fringe benefits for my girls.
The only difference between working for me and some nine to five job is that you know when you're getting fucked. At least getting fucked when you're hooking is better than being fucked in order to keep your other job!"
Janet tossed her shoulders in an expressive shrug. "What the hell! If I have to give it away, I might as well get paid for it."
He nodded. 'That's the attitude I like to see my girls have. You and I are going to get along fine!"
CHAPTER TWO
Two weeks after making her fateful decision, Janet found herself adapting to her life as a whore. Harvey had turned her over to one of the girls for more instruction. Janet had learned how to give a decent blow-job. She had a brief encounter with ass-fucking.
It had been quite a trip for her! She had left her hometown of Washington, Pennsylvania because it lacked the excitement and potential of a large city like New York.
She managed to find a job as a salesclerk in a well-known dress house. The personnel manager had made several overtures to her. He was always finding some excuse to see her. During these encounters, there would be surreptitious attempts to feel her up. Or the invitations for a date with guarded hints for sex later on. He was so obvious.
Sherille Bostwick wasn't as obvious at first. She was the head buyer. Janet had accepted an invitation to have dinner at her home. Janet wasn't completely naive but never suspected Sherille's lesbian inclinations. She discovered that one evening after the meal.
Luxuriating in a warm tub in Harvey's apartment, Janet recalled the incident that started her on the road to her present occupation.
"How would you like to model our fall line?" Sherille had asked her.
"I never thought of myself as a model. I'm honest enough to think I don't have the figure for it. But if you think I can do it, I'd love to try," Janet answered.
"Nonsense! I have the final say in choosing the models. Why don't you take off your clothes so that I can get a good look at your figure? In the meantime, I'll change and bring out a few things for you to try on."
Janet had stripped off her clothing. Exhibiting her naked body to another woman under these circumstances did not bother her. It seemed like such a matter-of-fact thing.
Sherille had returned to the room dressed in a gossamer peignoir. Small conical tits peeked out at Janet in an insouciant stare. It belied the heavy ample appearance of her boobs when she was dressed. Janet thought, what Nature's forgotten, you've stuffed with cotton!
"Try these on!" Sherille suggested, handing her a bra and step-ins.
When Janet took them, she realized they were a little unusual. The bra was more like a sling. It caught the underside of her tits, supporting them. The tips and top of her breasts were exposed. The step-ins also lacked completeness. They were black lace with the crotch missing. Janet became suspicious at the sight of the lingerie.
"My dear, there's no doubt about you working as model for me," Sherille exclaimed. "You have a wonderful figure!"
Sherille moved with the graceful lunge of a predatory feline. It caught Janet unprepared.
Sherille's lips fastened over a succulent nipple. One hand cupped Janet's crotch. With a gentle shove, she pushed Janet onto the couch.
"No, stop! What the hell are you doing?" Janet protested.
She knew how to cope with an overzealous male. Janet didn't know what to do in a situation like this. She tried to push Sherille's body free from hers.
Instead, the mouth remained fastened tightly to the nipple. Soft, greedy, sucking sounds emitted from Sherille's mouth. Her fingers massaged the cuntal slit with gentle tantalizing strokes. Janet continued to struggle to free herself but found the erotic stimulation beginning to affect her.
Her vigorous vocal protests grew weaker. Instead, low anguished moans of pleasure gurgled in her throat.
"Ohhrrr!" Janet murmured. "Nooo! Don't! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" It was a token protest but she had succumbed to the teasing erotic play.
Sherille's talented mouth aroused a passionate fire within her. Janet's nipple stiffened under the skilled lingual manipulation. An erotic current of excitement rippled down her spine and joined the piquant churning in her cunt. Her pussy was damp from the manual stimulation.
Janet uttered anxious moans of ecstatic exhilaration. "OHHRrrrr! Ohhh! That's good! That feels so gooood!"
Sherille released her oral grip on the ravaged tit. The tantalizing mouth that teased Janet's tit pursued other quests. Lovingly, the lips pressed against the hillocks of the rounded breasts. With soft, gentle, sucking kisses, Sherille covered Janet's body with a moist trail as she moved downward.
The oral teasing and the fingering of her snatch had evoked a strong rapturous thrill in Janet. She never experienced such a voluptuous sensation before. Men had aroused her and induced sexual gratification but never like this!
When the exploring mouth passed over Janet's cunt, a new voluptuous chill swept over her. She felt the tongue searching the erogenous crevice. The fitted mouth moved to her clitoris. She squirmed in delirious rapture at the new contact. No one had ever licked her clitty before!
Sherille had inserted two fingers into the dewy snatch as her lips coaxed Janet into further sensual gratification. The contrived phallus moved in and out, frigging the cunt. It was slow, hurried, resembling a vaginal massage rather than a simulated fuck.
In the meantime, Sherille's lips and tongue sent chilling tremors through Janet's body. It started at the base of her clitoris, dipped into the depths of her vagina, and with accelerating force shot upward through her stomach.
Janet began to squirm in tempo with her anguished moans of sensual ecstasy. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm! That's nice! It feels so good!" She murmured light sighs of approval. Soft little humming sounds. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"
She moved her hips in coital thrusts. The digital phallus pistoned in and out of her twat faster and faster.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Janet announced in an urgent whisper. "Here it comes! Now! Now! Fuck me, fuck me!"
In her erotic intoxication, she had forgotten the two fingers probing her cunt wasn't a cock. All she knew was a violent storm was battering her cuntal walls. Her body jerked and convulsed in an orgasmic seizure. The pulsating climactic throbs filled her loins. She humped her ass in frantic thrusts.
Sherille removed her fingers from the saturated quim and replaced it with her mouth. Her tongue probed deep in the rancid well. She extracted the musky discharge with greedy licks like a bear attacking a beehive.
Janet continued to sigh in low ecstatic rapture. After several minutes, Sherille stopped sucking her cunt. She gazed up at Janet, her eyes shone with carnal elation. Her chin glistened from a mixture of saliva and come.
"I knew you'd like it once you tried it!" Sherille said in a husky voice. "Just stay there a moment. I have another thrill for you."
Janet remained on the couch, savoring the last vestiges of her sexual experience. Her eyes were shuttered in dreamy bliss.
"Look what I have for you, dear!" Sherille announced.
She opened her eyes to stare at the huge fake cock that protruded from Sherille's crotch. It looked grotesque and obscene. The sight of the dildo strapped to Sherille's waist brought her back to reality.
Janet bolted up from the couch. "You're sick! You had me going there for a moment. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you shove that into my cunt!" She ran into the bedroom and dressed.
Sherille hurried in after her. "No, wait, wait! Don't leave me! You loved it when I went down on you. Can't you see how wonderful you and I get along? We could do this all the time. I didn't mean to frighten you!
Look! I'll take off this dildo and I'll just make love to you."
Janet was filled with disgust and revulsion. She looked at Sherille with a contemptuous glare. "Don't bother, you . . . you . . . queer! And you know what you can do with your job! Shove it! I won't be in tomorrow!"
A knocking on the bathroom door interrupted her reminiscing.
"Hey! Shake you ass! I have a trick for you and you have to be there right away!" Harvey shouted in to her.
Janet returned to the present. It was almost two months since the incident. She got out of the tub and toweled herself.
Opening the door, she nodded to him. She had worked a few tricks to get acclimated. All of them were by appointment. Harvey talked to her while she dressed.
"This is a special client. He's going to pay you fifty dollars so be nice to him and very cooperative," Harvey instructed her. "So far, you've only been doing some regular fucking. I have plans for you for some high class clientele. This is going to be a kind of training to see if you can handle the type of trade I think you're suited for! Okay?"
Janet bobbed her head in acknowledgment. "Whatever you say, Harvey!"
Handing her a ten-dollar bill, he said, "Cab fare! Here's the address. Remember! You do whatever he wants and make sure he enjoys himself!"
The address she went to was in the East 80s. It was an impressive brownstone building. She walked up the long flight of stairs and rang the bell.
The door opened and she stepped inside. She looked at the man standing behind the door. He was a short dumpy man dressed in a white smock. Had he clothes under the smock, she might have guessed him to be a doctor. From his appearance, she saw he wore no clothes under the smock.
He spoke with a slight foreign accent. "Ah, Miss Jones! I see you're on time for your examination. Please! Step this way into my room."
Janet realized what Harvey meant by a special John. This man was fantasizing, pretending he was a doctor. She had never participated in a fantasy. Stepping behind a curtained partition, Janet stripped and put on a white dressing gown.
Her make-believe doctor had a room outfitted with an examining table and several glass-paneled enameled cabinets. Getting onto the table, Janet noticed the cut out section. Instead of having her buttocks completely on a leather padding, only part of her asscheeks were supported. There was a large vee cut into the table, allowing better access to her cunt and asshole.
She swung her feet into the metal stirrups and waited for him to begin. He started with the innocent use of a stethoscope and took her blood pressure.
Here's where I start earning my money, she thought as she watched him take a speculum from the cabinet.
Flipping the dressing gown up to expose her cunt, he inserted the metal flanged instrument into her snatch. She felt the cunt lips parted in a wide spread.
Inserting a glass lighted tube into the pink-red interior, he studied her vagina. "Hmmmm!" he murmured in professional observation, "You have an impaction in your vagina. We'll have to clear that up! Let's see what a rectal examination shows!"
Janet's hips jerked at the insertion. She felt the tender orifice stretching. Having had her ass fucked, she was used to the pressure on her sphincter. The pressure from the metal bars stretching her asshole was different. It wasn't quite painful but extremely uncomfortable.
An exploring finger was jammed into her ass. He probed the warm pliant muscles of her rectum. There was a mild pleasant sensation to the tactile examination. She found herself enjoying this little act. It reminded her of her childhood days when the kids played doctor in secret excitement.
"First we have to cleanse the area before we treat the impaction," he said.
Janet envisioned him getting ready to give her a little beef injection with a two ball compound. She was startled when he started to spray shaving cream over her red pubic hairs.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, starting to rise.
He pressed his hand against her chest and shoved her back onto the table. "Relax! I have to prep you!"
She didn't like the idea of having her hair removed. Remembering Harvey's admonition to satisfy the John, she remained lying on the table. Having her hair shaved off bothered her.
He produced a straight-edged razor and began the ritual. She could feel the sharp blade scraping against her skin, removing the hirsute camouflage. Janet watched as the reddish bush disappeared. Her crotch, felt cooler with the absence of hair. A towel was rubbed across her pubes to remove the excess shaving cream. The rough scrubbing brought a mild erotic glow to her.
"Now to clean the vagina!" he announced.
Janet stared at the douche he held. It was a bulb type affair with a large thick nozzle shaped like a cock. He shoved it deep into her twat and squeezed hard on the bulb. She felt the forceful water pressure squirting into her cunt.
Holding a large enamel pan under her ass, he frigged her cunt with the nozzle. Some of the water was forced out, tickling her pussy. When the tube was removed, the rest of the water flushed out of her cunt.
"What. .. what are you doing?" she demanded in a frightened voice.
Her hands were being taped down to the table. He began taping her legs down.
"Well, the treatment gets a little bit rough. I'm just taking a few precautionary measure. Don't worry! You'll be all right!" he assured her.
Janet became panic-stricken. She strained at the adhesive bonds on her wrists and found it difficult to break. Up until now, it had been fun and games! This new development had her worried.
Prepping a patient meant some kind of an operation! Her John had finished prepping her and had secured her to the table. Janet was apprehensive about him performing some kind of surgery on her.
"Please, please, don't hurt me!" she pleaded.
He ignored her pleas, busying himself with the preparations. Janet watched in wide-eyed fascination as he neared her with a curved double dildo.
Her sphincter was lubricated with a medical jelly. The back phallus was fitted into her asshole and the other, into her cunt. Plugging up her two holes wasn't bad! She found the twin impaction comfortable. The thought of being frigged in both holes simultaneously appealed to her.
The bogus doctor brought out another gadget. It looked like a transformer used with toy trains. Leading from the transformer were two wires with alligator clips attached to the ends. The alligator clips were attached to her nipples.
"Ouch!" Janet yelped. "That hurts! Take it off, take it off!" The serrated teeth of the clips bit into her tender tips.
"Just relax, my dear, you'll forget the temporary pain," he answered.
Turning a knob on the transformer sent a shocking tingle into her tits. Janet twitched on the table. "Stop, stop!" she shouted.
The temporary shocking sensation was forgotten when he turned on a switch centered on the twin dildos.
At first, the twin dildos emitted a mild pulsating throb. It was a gentle erogenous stimulation. Janet found them pleasant enough with their mild lascivious pulsations. She considered this treatment more like pleasure than business except for the sharp pressure of the clips on her tits.
Her cunt reacted to the tantalizing vibrations. Juices oozed through the walls of her twat in erotic sweating. A strong vaginal tickle titillated her. The humming of the twin vibrators reached her ears. It was an erotic tune, adding the stimulating throbs in her holes.
She felt an incandescent warmth spreading through the confines of her cunt and asshole. Her body trembled from the sensual ecstasy. Janet squirmed in licentious abandon. The piquant pleasure elicited from the vibrators pervaded her nervous system. Little moans of erotic bliss floated from her lips. The only thing missing was the potent coital thrusts.
A voluptuous current surged through her from the electrifying tingles of the vibrators. It took her mind off the sharp bite of the clips on the nodes of her tits.
Her pussy was saturated from the heavy oozing of juices. She jerked her hips and pelvis in violent spasms. A thousand prickling needles titillated every nerve fiber in her body. She squirmed in exquisite erotic agony as a thousand mild electric shocks jolted her nervous system. The sensation flooded both her erogenous holes. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself.
Moans of erotic rapture rumbled in her throat. "Ohhmmm! This is wild! What a way to have an orgasm! Put your cock in me and fuck me! I want to feel a real cock pumping inside of me!" she pleaded in an urgent hoarse voice.
Her nervous system was being tormented and she was unable to stop it. It was like having an itch and not being able to scratch! This was a new kind of piquant voluptuousness that induced an orgasm.
Her body bounced on the table in frenzied writhing. Janet's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the exquisite erotic torture of the vibrators and the open mouth emitting the groans and moans of pleasure. She sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her mad!
"No more, no more! Stop, stop! I can't take it! It's driving me crazy!" she exclaimed.
The orgasm built up inside her venereal entrails. With a violent fury, it broke over her like rollers breaking on a surf. Wave after wave of the orgasmic juices washed over her cuntal cavern. Janet had a vague awareness of come dribbling past the thick impaction in her twat. Her mind concentrated on the taunting exquisite ravishment of the instruments humming in the confines of her cunt and asshole.
She continued to beg for him to stop. The tingling vibrations were driving her to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Stop, stop! No more! Oh! That's beautiful! I haven't come like this ... I... I... I'm coming again." Her body jerked in wild writhing. "Oh, this is good! Oh, Oh!" she gasped. "YAHHRRRRR!"
Her last outburst was a shout of anguished ecstasy. A roar of enraptured exultation. As her vocal demonstration of erotic fervor erupted from her throat, Janet felt another violent spasm in her twat.
She thought she would pass out from the intense exquisite pulsations. As suddenly as it began it stopped.
The vibrators and clips were removed. Her cunt and ass continued to tingle from the after effects. She could feel the prickling sensations in her buttocks and thighs.
The speculum was inserted into her snatch again and the interior examined. She hardly felt the pressure of the flanged metal spreading her cuntal lips. He pressed a finger into her twat, washing it in the heavy effusion collected in her venereal well.
"It doesn't look too bad!" he said. "Just a little more treatment!"
Janet hoped it wasn't going to be the vibrators again. She wished he would get around to fucking her with his cock.
He removed the smock, exposing his naked body. A small hard-on peeked out beneath his protruding stomach. He fitted an extension penile sleeve over his prick, strapping it about his waist.
Janet's eyes bulged in shocked disbelief. It was about ten inches long and about three inches thick. She doubted if her cunt could accommodate such a formidable weapon.
"You're ... you're not going to stick that in me, are you?" she asked in a tremulous voice.
"Don't worry! Your vagina can take it!"
He pushed the tip between the hairless cuntal lips and slowly buried the shaft in her pussy. Her mouth opened in silent protest at the pressure. A rasping gurgle bubbled from her throat. She felt the tip resting on her cervix.
Janet was surprised she could take it such a large cock. Even if it was a fake one!
He began the rhythmic coital thrusts, pulling the cock out in a partial withdrawal and shoving it back in. Each time the cock rammed inward, it jabbed the cervix. She felt a lance of pain spearing her cunt and shooting up to her brain.
"Ughh! Ughh!" she grunted in painful gasps. "You're hurting me!" she complained.
Her remarks were ignored. The lascivious pounding continued. The cock sawed in and out of her twat in a pistoning tempo. Despite the pain, Janet found herself moving in tandem with his penile cadence. She could feel an orgasm burgeoning in her bowels. His crotch bumped into the vee of her thighs on each inward thrust.
The tempo increased. He was pumping faster and harder now. Anguished groans of pain rippled from her throat from the torturous thrusts.
He shoved his prick home in a final thrust. She felt his body quivering as the paroxysms of an orgasm seized him. She could guess he was coming! There wasn't any discharge from the encased cock.
A mild orgasmic pulsation in her cunt reduced some of the pain emanating from her battered cunt.
Uncoupling himself, the little man examined her cunt with the speculum. "Ahhh!" he murmured in satisfaction. "The impaction is gone! You can leave now!"
He stripped off the adhesive tape. Janet winced a little as the sticky tape came off her wrists and legs.
When she finished dressing, he handed her a fifty dollar bill. "Here's a little something else for you," he said, handing her a twenty dollar bill.
The bonus was something she hadn't expected. She smiled, thanking him and said, "It was a pleasure, doctor! Anytime I can be a patient again, let me know!"
He nodded. "Perhaps! Goodbye!"
CHAPTER THREE
Her cunt throbbed from the painful pounding it had taken. The twenty dollar tip helped to compensate for it. Janet was pleased and anticipated keeping it for herself.
At the apartment, Harvey held out his hand without saying a word. She opened the purse and handed him the fifty.
"Where's the rest of it?" he asked.
"That's all there was! A fifty dollar trick like you said," she answered.
"He gave you a tip didn't he?"
"Well, yes, but... but I thought it was for me!" she replied flustered.
"When you work for me, I get everything. Hand it over!" he demanded.
His voice was low but there was no mistaking the tone or the look on his face.
"Honest! I wasn't holding out on you! I ... I just didn't know!" she tried to excuse her blunder.
"Let's get one thing clear, honey!" Each word came out clipped, emphatic. "Everything you have belongs to me, including you. And just so that you understand, I'm going to emphasize that point! Take off your clothes!"
He was going to do something to her and Janet was frightened. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disobey him but contemplating pleading for leniency.
"C'mon, shake your ass!" he snarled. "Get those clothes off or I'll rip them off!" he threatened.
Janet realized any delay might infuriate him more. She disrobed in a hurry.
"You know what rough trade is, don't you?"
She nodded in reply. "Good!" he replied. "I'm going to give you your first taste of it. Get over to that-chair and assume the angle. I'm going to beat your ass off!"
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Please, Harvey, please! Don't beat me! I didn't mean to hold out the money on you. I honestly thought it was mine! Please, please, give me a break!" she sobbed.
"I'll give you a break!" he snapped. "I'm going to break your ass! Now get over to that chair before I get really mad!"
She took the bent over position on the chair. Her body shook with tearful sobs. Harvey opened a desk drawer and removed a heavy leather belt.
"I don't want you screaming either!" he warned her. "You're going to learn to take a beating! If you make too much noise, you'll regret it!"
A sorrowful wail left her lips. She hunched her shoulders to bear the force of the expected blows.
She heard the belt whistling through the air. It caught her across both asscheeks sounding like a pistol shot. An anguished scream welled up in her throat and she choked it back. The sound came out as an agonizing whimper. The blow filled the pads of her ass with a deep stinging pain. It shot up her spine like the mercury in a thermometer.
Janet did a quick jig, shifting from one leg to the other trying to shake off the effects of the blow.
CRACKKK! The belt struck again.
The muscles of her neck stood out as she strained to fight back the scream of tortured agony. Perspiration began to glisten on her body. Fighting back the screams and enduring the pain was an exertion.
"Please, please, no more, no more! I swear I won't do it again," she pleaded in pitiful sobs.
CRACKKK! CRACKKK! Two more blows added to the welts coloring her asscheeks. The blows were in answer to her pleas.
Her hips jerked, convulsing her body as the punishing blows were administered to her unprotected ass. The pain was excruciating. An agonizing conflagration consumed her buttocks. She could feel the violent heat from her battered ass radiating up to her shoulders. She didn't think she could take anymore.
"No more, no more!" she whimpered hysterically. "The pain, the pain! I can't take it anymore! Please, please, have mercy! Stop, stop!"
"That's the idea, honey! You're going to learn to stand pain," he told her.
Janet felt the heat of the beating penetrating the walls of her coosy. She didn't think this tortured punishment could affect her so. CRACKKK! CRACKKK! Harvey struck two more times. The pain was so intense, she thought she would faint.
At the start of the first blows, her gluteal muscles flexed her buttocks in a protective flinch. The continued beating affected the muscles. They were no longer contracting in the reflex action.
The belt kept striking her bruised ass with the same force. With each painful contact, she jigged and writhed. A numbing tolerance to the pain began to settle in her body.
She had reached a new threshold. Janet lost reality with the pain. It was manifesting itself into a voluptuous piquancy that bordered almost on erotic rapture. Her pussy was licking its lips, salivating at the erogenous torment.
Her mind wouldn't believe this excruciating pain could induce such lascivious thrills. Yet, there it was! The erotic tickle in her cunt! Her twat started to throb with the mild erogenous pulsations.
The sensation resembled the session she had with the vibrators. Initially, the vibrators induced a thrilling erotic feeling. When the deep pulsations grew to a point she couldn't endure, Janet still accepted the voluptuous sensuality of the vibrators. The same held true with the pain from the beating.
She felt a mild orgasm bubbling in her loins. Her pelvis undulated and rocked in coital thrusts.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed excitedly.
"Good, good!" Harvey chortled in sadistic glee. "That's the way I want you to react when a trick beats you."
The beating stopped. Janet straightened up slowly. Her ass felt as though a blowtorch had been applied to it. She ached a little from the prolonged bent over position. The heat from the beating were felt in her thighs. She was thankful the beating had stopped.
Harvey removed a tin of ointment from a drawer. "Here, let me put this on! It'll take some of the pain away. I should let you suffer so that you get used to the beatings. This is your first time, so I'll be good to you!"
His fingers coated her flayed buttocks with the emollient. She inhaled in a hard hiss of pain as he touched her inflamed ass. "Lay down for awhile!" he suggested. "I'm glad to see that you didn't scream! It would have been worse for you if you did!"
She walked with awkward steps into the bedroom and fell across it, face down. Heavy tearful sobs shook her body as she yielded to the bottled up emotions.
Harvey is a cruel sadistic bastard, she thought. Why did he have to beat me? And why is he using me for rough trade? Is he still punishing me?
She thought about the severe beating she had taken. For awhile, it had been unbearable. For some unexplainable reason, she had found herself responding to it, enjoying a piquant erotic thrill. Maybe, there was something to a sex act combined with pain!
Harvey allowed her two days to recuperate from his beating. Despite the ointment, her buttocks were still tender to the touch and she had difficulty sitting. Especially when she had to go to the bathroom.
Janet checked the appearance of Harvey's handiwork in a mirror. Both her buttocks were discolored, taking on a purplish-greenish hue. At the same, she examined the sight of her shorn pubes.
The sight of her shaved pudenda fascinated her. The outer lips of her snatch were puffy mounds with the depression of the slit more pronounced. It reminded her of a miniature ass.
Janet dropped her hands to the salacious slit between her thighs. Moving closer to the mirror, she parted the labial curtain. She saw glistening folds of reddish-pink flesh hidden behind the outer lips. The examination of her cunt intrigued her. Her fingers pushed back the fleshy cowl at the head of her venereal gash.
She stared with aroused interest at the erogenous node that glistened back at her. The clitoris was an irregular pea-shaped button slick with moisture.
Janet moved her finger over the button to massage it. As soon as she touched her clitty, the erogenous spark of erotic pleasure glowed. She rubbed her finger back and forth in hurried strokes. The faster she rubbed, the more intense the glow became.
Her tits jiggled as her arm pistoned up and down. A dark flush colored her face from the lascivious excitement. Inside her cunt, Janet felt a voluptuous bubble growing. The elasticity of her twat increased her lustful intoxication. She rubbed her clitty harder and faster. A giant rush of feeling exploded and sensuous rapture flooded her entire being. At the same time, a sluice gate opened and poured a copious flow of come into her vagina.
"Okay! Stop playing with yourself!" Harvey growled at her. "I have a job for you!"
His sudden appearance and remark startled her. Her face flushed with embarrassment at being caught playing with herself.
He handed her a slip of paper with a name and address on it. "Get rid of the paper when you get there!" he told her.
Her appointment was two blocks away. She walked over to the apartment building. A doorman opened the door for her and she passed onto the elevator.
Ringing the doorbell, she was ushered into a lavishly furnished apartment. He was tall, well-proportioned with a thick head of curly blonde hair.
"Hello, I'm Claude Garvis!" he greeted her with a warm smile. "And you must be Janet!"
"Yes, I am. Nice meeting you!"
They stood in the living room. "I understand you have certain ... er... qualifications that cater to special tastes," he said. "I'm giving a special kind of party in about a week and I'm ... er ... interviewing potential applicants. If you pass the test this afternoon, I'm sure we can work out something to our mutual satisfaction."
"That's what I'm here for," she answered. "I'm ready to start whenever you are!"
"Why don't we undress and get comfortable?" he suggested.
They stripped down and Janet stood motionless, letting Claude inspect her physical attributes.
He nodded approvingly. "Very nice! That haircut you have leaves nothing to the imagination. I must say, you have a lovely cunt. Turn around!" She presented her back to him. "Hmmmm!" he exclaimed. "That's a nice piece of handiwork! One of your clients, I suppose! Does it hurt?"
"Only when I sit down!" she joked.
"Suppose we adjourn to the bedroom and start with the preliminaries?" he suggested. "If you pass that, we'll move along to the other tests."
She followed him into the bedroom and moved onto the king sized bed without an invitation. He lay down alongside of her. Placing one arm under her shoulders, he embraced her. Their lips met and welded together. Claude's tongue moved past her parted lips, seeking her tongue. She caught the flavor of brandy and tobacco as his tongue brushed hers. Claude tried to suck her tongue into his mouth. Janet responded to the deep passionate kissing. She played a game of lingual tag. Her tongue bumped his and swirled about his as he tried to capture it.
Her hand drifted down to his partially erect cock. She curled her fingers about the warm flesh and massaged his prick with lambent teasing tugs. The prick responded to her gentle manual persuasion and grew harder.
His free hand cupped one of her tits. He squeezed the resilient flesh, testing the spongy boob. Claude moved his fingers to the nipple, pinching it gently into an erect state. Janet kept up the slow tantalizing caresses on his rigid shaft.
He released his hold on her tit and substituted his mouth. Janet closed her eyes in erotic bliss, enjoying the suckling of her ruby nipple. Her career in prostitution was still fresh enough for her to enjoy erotic stimulation. She hadn't become completely inured to all sex play. A soft moan of pleasure rumbled in her throat! "Ahhrrr!"
His free hand moved across her stomach down to her cunt. A finger traced a hot trail across the shaved puffy outer lips. He dipped his finger into the venereal slit. The digital explorer slid across the slippery folds of pinkish-red flesh of her vulva. It passed into the throat of her cunt. Claude began a slow frigging motion, letting the finger make a partial retreat, then pushing it back again.
She felt the traveling hand moved down between her thighs and reach for the crevice between her ass. He moved the finger along the ass crack, locating the sphincter.
Janet released her hold on his dick and cradled his balls, hefting the heavy nuts. She speculated a heavy load was stored in the wrinkled sac His mouth was busy making soft slurping sounds as he sucked her succulent tit. The sounds of his oral appreciation of her luscious tit increased her erotic thrills. The strong pull of his mouth on her nipple stretched it taut. His tongue flipped across the springy nipple in a series of rapid flicks.
Each time his tongue abraded the sentient tip, Janet felt a minor depth charge bursting in her twat. The sensation descended with a chilling acceleration into the bowels of her snatch.
Twisting in a sinuous grind, she drew his prick towards her cunt. Claude's cockhead rubbed across her clitty as she guided the fleshy missile along her slit. The satiny ruby crown of his prong nuzzled the rigid node of her erogenous flesh. She felt the clitty tip touching the peehole of his cock.
He drew her hand away from his dick and shifted into an inverted position. She stared at his cock, a sculptured piece of flesh. It had a perfect parabolic shape. His prick was alluring. Her eyes glistened in lustful contemplation of the devastating lightning rod before her. She could almost feel the tremendous erotic force harnessed there.
Janet drew the hard flesh to her mouth, letting her lips brush over the ruby corona. It was a tentative gesture, an indication of pleasures she would soon bestow on his waiting prong. She pressed her mouth in a soft caress over the tip. With a strong suctioning pull, she vacuumed his prick between her teasing lips. First, the head disappeared followed by the shaft.
A murmur of passionate rapture filtered across the imprisoned cock. "Mmmmm!" The vibrating hum permeated his prick. Her tongue made a series of long slow licks to increase the tantalizing carnal thrill for him.
She grasped the base of his stiff shaft. Her lip sheathed teeth was a tight vise on his cock. With slow pumping motions, she moved the prick in and out of her mouth in an oral massage. After using his cock to fuck her mouth for several seconds, she released her lingual grip. Her tongue slid down the length of his dick. The tantalizing tongue was a light brush over his bloated scrotum. She treated each one with a tender kiss.
Each of Claude's balls was absorbed between her lascivious lips. One by one, Janet lathered his nuts with her saliva. She lavished loving licks over the egg-shaped spheres. Her moist tongue slipped behind his balls and trailed along his perineum.
Her hands reached behind his hips, clasping his buttocks, drawing his ass closer to her face.
She caught the scent of expensive cologne, a strong woodsy aroma. Janet's tongue slid into the gluteal cleft searching for his asshole. She located the crinkled brownish hole. Her oral explorer rolled around the perimeter of the tightly closed orifice.
The tip of her tongue tried to penetrate the sphincter. Unsuccessful in her attempt, Janet contented herself with teasing licks around the rim of the asshole.
She parted his asscheeks and pushed a finger into the sepia cavity. Her fingers strayed along the tight anal canal. The soft moist muscles of his rectum held her finger in a loving embrace. She likened the feeling to touching custard. The imbedded finger moved back and forth in a series of slow teasing thrusts.
Claude wasn't idle during her amatory display. His hands rested on her hips while his tongue reciprocated her efforts with his own ardent display. He moved his moist mouth over the entire outer portion of her cunt. His saliva covered her quim with a thick coat. Sticking his oral blade into her slit, Claude used his tongue like a cock. He slid it in and out of her quim in languid thrusts.
His hands moved to her buttocks. He cupped the firm globes of bruised flesh and fondled them with gentle squeezes. Janet endured the minor discomfort in exchange for his oral stimulation.
Her cunt was oozing with the licentious perspiration of an aroused pussy. His saliva added to the heavy dampness in her cunt. Janet's wanton desires were due to the lascivious longings Claude's tongue was creating as well as her desire to satisfy him.
His tongue had explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her twat. It rolled around the sphincter of her vagina, the tip trying to press into the funnel-like interior. After several attempts, the tongue retreated and concentrated on her clitoris.
Janet arched her back. She tried to press his ravenous mouth deeper against her quim. Her body jerked as he managed to insert a finger into her asshole and cunt. The twin digital penetration began its erotic stimulation.
"MMMMM!" she murmured in a loud hum of ecstatic approval. She exhaled warm breath, blowing it against his rigid dick.
Resuming her oral worshipping of his cock, Janet's sheathed teeth nibbled up and down the length of his quivering prick. She absorbed the reddened stiff flesh and subjected it to a series of tantalizing licks that spiraled about the shaft. His prick was a Maypole and her tongue danced about it in exuberant swirls.
Claude's mouth made her snatch ache with passionate longing. She wanted to have his prick pumping inside of her. It was such a strong hard dick! Janet was certain he knew how to use it to good advantage!
She began to suck his hard-on with stronger suction. Her finger accelerated its pistoning thrusts frigging his asshole. Claude responded with equal sensual stimulation. His two fingers teased her twin holes with equal determination. Her hips bucked in tempo with the pistoning fingers.
His lips were fastened to her clitoris. He held the erogenous papule tight as Janet's pelvis pumped in feverish rapture. The pulsating throbs grew stronger in her loins. Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated her respiration. She was breathing heavy from the effort of breathing through closed lips and the exquisite ecstasy induced by his tantalizing torments.
"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" The grunts quivered from her lips.
Claude's combined stimulation intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed her. Her pelvis writhed with the mounting delirium of sensual intoxication. Janet's frenzied movements caused him to clutch her asscheeks. He held her buttocks so that her clitoris wouldn't be injured during her thrashing. His mouth maintained its grip on her venereal node.
Janet's sentient cunt filled up with stronger throbs. The pyrotechnics were ready to do off. An internal whoosh shot upward from her quim, traveling with an accelerated piquancy along her spine. The flaming colored balls exploded just as the orgasm ripped through the bowels of her coosy.
She was pleased with the results. Some of her professional encounters didn't produce the same effect. It was nice to be able to enjoy sex without the professional indifference usually experienced.
Her spigot-less faucet poured a heavy effusion of musky salty come into Claude's mouth. His eager mouth was fastened to her cuntal lips. He sucked with heavy draughts to slake his lustful thirst. The vacuuming suction of his efforts drained her overflowing fountain.
She wanted to scream with ecstatic joy at the titillating intoxication. It was difficult with his gushing tube flushing her throat with a thick abundance of his luscious creamy come. His cock pulsated with strong contractions. Each spasm sent a heavy squirt of the delicious glutinous liquid her lusting appetite craved. Janet savored the delectable flavor of his semen.
Janet and Claude continued to suck each other off in spite of the fact they had drained each other dry. They parted when the effects of their ecstatic exhilaration wore off. She continued to play with his tumescent cock, wishing he would fuck her.
"That wasn't bad!' he remarked. "You have a sweet tasting cunt. It tasted better with the hair missing. You have a nice style in giving head. How about a little break? May I get you something to drink? Wine, whiskey, coffee, name your poison!" he offered.
"Thanks for the compliments! You're not so bad your self. I'll take coffee if it isn't too much trouble!" she answered.
They sat on the bed, enjoying the coffee. Janet welcomed the brief rest. She had passed the first test and wondered what the other trials would be like. Claude had hinted it was something special. It had something to do with a special party. A party including sex hinted at some kink or orgy.
Janet had heard about orgies but had never participated in one. That was another incentive for her to be accepted by Claude. She wanted to see an orgy even if she wound up as the main attraction!
CHAPTER FOUR
"From the appearance of your backside, it seems that you absorbed quite a beating. Just how much pain do you think you can take?" he asked her.
Their eyes met and she studied his face for some indication of what he contemplated. She was unable to detect any idea of how serious he was.
This was a moment of truth for her. She could turn him down and probably incur Harvey's wrath. Or, she could accept Claude's challenge and possibly receive a worse beating than the one Harvey had given her!
Maybe something more painful!
She recalled the thrilling transition from pain to ecstasy during the beating Harvey had given her. There was also her desire to be present during a sex orgy.
She smiled at him. "Take your best shot!" she invited.
"Good! I'm glad you accepted. I think you'll be a perfect candidate for my party," he answered. "Any time you're ready, we'll start!"
He brought her into the living room and had her stretch out on a low coffee table. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the legs of the table.
"I prefer to have my applicants work without a gag. It's more exciting when they scream out in pain. However, my neighbors would take a dim view of someone screaming. So for the time being, we'll use a gag."
He brought out a cardboard box and withdrew a rubber ball with straps dangling from the sides. The ball was pressed into Janet's mouth and strapped about her face. Her mouth was stretched by the rubber insert.
A U-shaped vise appeared next. Claude inserted the sides into her cunt and began twisting the adjusting screw on the top. The expanding flanges parted her cuntal lips. She felt the pressure on her dilated pussy. This was worse than the session with the make-believe doctor!
She wriggled her hips and shook her head in a gesture of protest. Muffled grunts filtered past the gag. He continued to stretch her cunt until she thought he would rip her open. He stopped.
Claude removed a large paint brush with soft camel's hair bristles. He inserted the tip into the gaping snatch. Janet wriggled her hips as the soft bristles tickled the sensitive walls of her quim.
The sensation was an erotically piquant tickle. She squirmed to counteract the voluptuous tantalizing effect of his brushing. The contact of the titillating brush strokes produced a more devasting result than the vibrators. It was driving her wild with tortured ecstasy.
Her body writhed in frantic erratic twists making the table shake and creak. "Mmmfff! Mmmmffff!" Janet's muffled protests dribbled past the gag.
"Ahhh, my dear!" Claude exclaimed. "You show potential as a perfect subject. Now for the other tests!"
He removed two brass rings from the box. Opening them, he fitted them on to her nipples. Her tits were still sore from the alligator clips. A little yelp of pain erupted from her throat and was lost in the gag.
Janet's shackles were loosened and Claude led her to a doorway. A metal bar spanned the framework. Dangling from the bar were two cords. The cords were fastened to the rings and pulled taut. Janet's wrists were handcuffed in front of her.
The cords fastened to the rings exerted a painful strain on her nipples. She found, by standing on her toes, she could alleviate some of the pressure. The metal wedge was still stretching her cuntal lips.
A thick object was shoved up into her ass. It must be some kind of a dildo, she thought. The sensitive lips of her sphincter were stretched to the limit. She could feel the pressure radiating along her perineum, from her asshole to her cunt. Christ, she thought! This guy is trying to extend the split from my ass to cunt!
She heard the whistle of the lashes as Claude swung a multi-thong whip across her back. Janet strained to keep herself on her toes as the whip struck her back. Her body jerked at the blow. She felt a tug on her nipples and she winced in pain.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Two more blows cut into the tender white skin of her back. A criss-cross of red welts appeared.
SPLATT! Cruel thongs sliced across her tortured flesh. Red hot pain jabbed into her brain. Her face was a deep crimson as she strained to scream out in agony. The cords stood out on her neck. Janet bit into the rubber ball trying to transfer the pain to the ball.
SPLATT! The lashes were wielded with practiced skill. Over and over, the leather strips landed on her bruised flesh. Each vicious blow delivered was like a branding iron applied to the soft tender skin. She didn't know how much longer she could endure the punishment.
In the dimness of her mind, Janet had a mild sensation of moisture on her back. Oh, Jeezus! she swore silently. I'm bleeding! He's cut me open! I hope to hell I get out of this alive! If this is a sample of the qualifying test, I wonder what the real thing is like!
SPLATT! SPLATT! Several times the whip landed across her bruised ass. Janet tried to concentrate on the pain threshold. She clenched her fists in a tight squeeze and bit into the rubber ball. Anything to divert attention from the pain!
Her calves were growing stiff from the strain of standing on her tiptoes. She relaxed for a brief moment. The rings pulled on her nipples, sending a new pain through her body. Janet quickly bounced up on her toes again.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Janet absorbed the continued punishment. Her senses were dulled by the excessive beating. The intense pain leveled out. She felt a mild agitation stirring in her loins. She became aware of the transformation of pain to pleasure.
Deep in her venereal entrails, she felt the orgasmic turbulence stirring. She wanted to cry out and tell Claude how thrilling the beating was. She wanted to tell him about the voluptuous pulsations in her cunt. That damn gag prevented any outcry!
The flogging of her back stopped. Janet was relieved the beating was over. Her back felt raw and she wondered if she would be scarred for life. The flesh throbbed from the merciless beating. The warm blood oozing from the cuts helped to soothe the pain a little.
"I've got something to help ease the pain and reduce heavy scarring," Claude told her. "Better bite on that gag! It's going to sting a little!"
Sting a little was an understatement! Hysterical agonizing screams tore at her vocal chords. Her cries were muffled by the gag. She still managed to emit a decent cry of pain. Not loud enough to arouse any neighbor's interest but sufficient enough to give a demonstration of her agony.
Janet bounced up and down on her toes. The rings dug into her nipples adding to her tortured torment. Her head swiveled from side to side in frantic protest. She prayed for the session to end. If it didn't stop soon, Janet was certain she would go crazy from the intense pain.
As though in answer to her prayers, Claude released her tits from the cruel rings. He pulled the thick plug out of her ass and loosened the vise in her cunt.
Her ass and teat throbbed with a dull ache from the prolonged stretching. She was concerned about any damage to the twin venereal holes.
"I think you're going to be just what we need for our party," Claude said. He opened the handcuffs.
'Take a break. Lie down on my bed and I'll get you a shot of brandy," he offered. 'That should perk you up for the other tests."
Janet stretched out on the bed, face down. She doubted if she could take anymore. The brandy he brought her warmed her insides. The biting amber liquid helped to revitalize her in some measure. She was spent physically and mentally.
"I have two more tests and that should do it!" he told her. A groan of despair escaped her lips.
He chuckled. "It's not quite that bad! Who knows, you might find it enjoyable. The last girl I had, did!"
"I can hardly wait!" Janet answered in mild sarcasm.
Claude laughed. "At least you haven't lost your sense of humor. That's good!" I may lose my mind yet, Janet replied in silent observation! At least, I still have my sense of humor!
He brought her into the bathroom she caught sight of the enema bag suspended from the shower door above the bathtub. A slight shudder of repulsion swept over her.
Her last remembrance of having an enema was when she was a child. It wasn't a pleasant experience then. It wasn't going to be a good one now! The only consolation she had was this experience wasn't going to be too painful.
Janet was instructed to get down on her hands and knees in front of Claude. He was seated on the toilet bowl. Her legs were grasped at the thighs and pulled up towards his laps. She remained upside-down, resting on her elbows.
Her splayed legs rested across his thighs with her ass easy access for his pleasure. He parted her buttocks, inserting the nozzle into her asshole. Janet grimaced in displeasure as the tube slid into her rectum.
He reached between his legs, searching for her cunt. The minor discomfort of the tube in her asshole was counteracted by the teasing stimulation of her twat.
His fingers captured her clitty and strummed across the venereal papule in a rhythmic rub. The massage lasted for a few minutes. Just enough to start the juices flowing in her cunt and relax her!
Claude shifted and she heard the metallic click releasing the stream of water. The warm soapy water gushed into her ass and she felt the pressure building up. Her stomach felt like a balloon filling up with air. She had a strong urge to move her bowels. From the aesthetic sense, she found the enema worse than the beatings.
Having a cock or some other phallic instrument shoved up the ass gave one a temporary feeling of having to shit. The enema did make one shit! The pressure and the need to void her bowels increased.
"How much more is there?" she wanted to know. There was anxiety in her voice. She squeezed her eyes shut in order to bear the cramps-like condition pressing on her bowels.
The removal of the nozzle tickled her sphincter muscles for a brief moment. Janet was startled when Claude shoved a cork in the sepia hole.
He released her legs and she scrambled frantically into an up-right position. Glancing at the second sweep-hand on his watch, Claude said, "You're going to have to wait for at least a minute!"
Janet stood in front of him while he continued to sit on the toilet. Her face was contorted into a grimace. She shifted from one foot to another in impatient discomfort.
Damn the bastard! She wanted to get to the bowl and shit.
He got up from the toilet and removed the cork plug. "Now!" he announced.
She flipped up the wooden seat and squatted over the bowl. Several watery farts heralded the surging torrent of water that gushed from her hole. It was like a sluice gate being opened or a bursting dam! The dammed water in her rectum exerted pressure on her bladder. A heavy discharge of piss squirted into the bowl.
Janet straddled the bowl, her buttocks tilted downward, uncomfortable with the twin elimination of waste matter. She reconciled herself with the fact it was all part of her work. To accept the abuse her clients heaped upon her without protesting! That's what they were paying for!
Regardless, this act was unpleasant and disturbing to her. Janet waited as each watery discharge released additional waste matter. The enema made her feel washed out, literally and figuratively. On top of the physical drain incurred by the ordeal, she wondered if she could survive the last test.
Satisfied there was nothing left in her to expel from her bladder and bowels, Janet raised herself off the bowl. She wiped off her ass and cunt.
"You handle yourself well with that test," Claude praised her. "The last one is a snap by comparison to the others. You should be able to do it standing on your head! In fact, that's just exactly what you're going to do."
She shuddered in a mild expression of disbelief.
What else was there left?
Claude hung a heavy rope over the iron bar that spanned the framework between rooms. One end of the rope was fastened to a pair of leather manacles. Fastening them to Janet's ankles, he pulled the other end, suspending her upside-down. He fastened the controlling end of a steel hook near the doorway frame.
"I'm sure you'll be happy to learn this is the final test," Claude told her. "It's in two parts! This is the first part!"
In the inverted position, she felt the blood rushing to her head. He caught her by the thighs with both hands and gave a hard twist. Her body spun around quickly.
She watched the scenery pass in front of her eyes in a kaleidoscopic panorama. He kept her body spinning, pushing her around and around. After several spins, he waited until her revolving body slowed down.
"Suck me off!" he ordered.
Janet fought back a wave of dizziness that threatened to drown her in a sea of nausea. As a youngster, she was able to tolerate the various frenetic rides at a carnival. She was able to survive a ride on the cyclonic roller-coaster. She attributed the ability to keep from throwing up to this conditioned tolerance.
Taking a slow deep breath, Janet regained-some semblance of composure. She stared at his semi-rigid prick. Reaching out, she drew the cock to her mouth.
Her lips closed about the soft hard-on and absorbed the cockhead with a slow oral draw. The ingestion of his cock was a more familiar act. This was something she was skilled at and knew what to expect.
Janet's talented mouth went to work. She flicked her tongue across the cockhead with quick teasing licks. The velvety crown was pumped back and forth between her pursed lips. Half of his prick disappeared into her oral cavity. Her tongue continued the swirling tantalizing licks about the absorbed portion.
She had displayed her oral ability to give head earlier when he sucked her off. There was no need to prove it again. Her main objective was to get this blow-job over as quickly as possible. Dangling upside-down wasn't her idea of exciting sex!
Her fingers curled about his stiffened dick. She slid her fingers back and forth in rapid pumping motions. This was a trick she had learned for giving some John a quickie blow-job.
The tantalizing tonguing of absorbed cock gave the impression of being sucked off. By jerking him off at the same time, she could affect a quick orgasm.
He rocked his hips in cadence with her quick strokes. His prick jammed into her mouth. Her curled fingers about the hard piece of flesh prevented him from forcing his cock deep into her throat.
Janet's tongue pressed against his dick and caught the strong contractions of his spasming cock. Thick drops of chalky come sprayed into her mouth. She waited until the orgasmic pulsations stopped. Her compressed lips milked his softening cock until she had all his come in her mouth. She swallowed the viscous discharge.
"I'll overlook the fact that you cheated a little on that blow-job!" Claude declared. "I hope you won't disappoint me at the party next week."
"Don't worry! I'll do a good job," Janet answered. "Now can I see the room right-side up?"
"Certainly!" he agreed. The rope was loosened and she was lowered to the floor. He unfastened the shackles on her legs. Janet stood up with his help. He held on to her as she wavered in an unsteady stance.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked with concern in his voice.
"I'll be all right," she answered. "Just let me know when and where I'm wanted."
"This should take care of today's session," he said, handing her two one hundred dollar bills. "Naturally, your pay for the party will be considerably more."
Janet had no idea of what she was being paid for this trick. Harvey had made all the arrangements including the fee. She wasn't too surprised at the sight of the two bills. She had earned every cent of it for Harvey.
Undoubtedly when Claude would see her the next time, Janet would earn every dollar again. Her sexual dress rehearsal with Claude had been a strenuous session. It gave her a rough idea of just what to expect later.
Driving back in a cab to Harvey's apartment, Janet thought about her future meeting with Claude. Contemplating the affair, she found herself becoming sexually aroused. She couldn't wait until the next session. Janet was certain it would turn out to be a very exciting evening.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a warm early May day and Harvey had few phone bookings. He sent his stable out on to the streets for action. Janet was patrolling along the West side near 39th Street. She met Patricia Sayres.
They exchanged greetings. Since joining Harvey, Janet had very little opportunity to keep in touch with Patricia.
Two men came by, eyeing the two women. Janet and her friend gave them an inviting glance. The men approached and solicited them. After several minutes of negotiation, the girls agreed to accompany the men.
The two couples stripped down in the hotel room. One of the men was a tall, thin, nervous type. Janet called him Goosey Lucy! He looked like he would jump in the air if someone grabbed him in the ass. His partner was a short heavy type with thick glasses. She dubbed him Four Eyes.
Goosey Lucy produced two large dildos from a paper bag. "I hear you girls really dig the dyke scene. Here! Let's see how you two make love first!"
Janet and Pat took the fake cocks and stretched out on the bed facing each other. The last time Janet had any relations with another woman was with Sherille. She didn't know about Pat, whether Pat was into that scene. From the way Pat responded, she was certain her friend enjoyed sex with another woman.
Patricia pressed her open mouth against Janet's lips. A searching hand clasped the hairless pussy and began a teasing massage. Janet was caught up in the spirit of their sensual play. She responded by pressing a hand into Pat's hairy twat and returning the deep kissing.
The two female bodies squirmed on the bed in their carnal embrace. Pat emitted crooning sounds of pleasure. "Mmmmmm!" Janet uttered similar sounds as their tongues clashed in a playful lingual embrace. Her stroking fingers frigging Pat's twat was moist with cuntal dew.
Janet found this encounter with Pat was unlike the one with Sherille. She attributed it to the circumstances and the partner in the act.
Playing with Pat aroused Janet's libidinous inclinations. Their tantalizing fingers moved from the deep moist slits to the sensitive clitorises. Pat's exploring fingers knew how to elicit a voluptuous sensation.
Janet felt the thick dildo making its entrance into her hole. She pressed her phallus into Pat's quim, feeling the shaft sliding effortlessly into the cunt.
The two women continued to exchange deep soulful kisses. They pistoned the dildos in measured cadence. Their hips bucked in simulated coital thrusts.
Pat interrupted their kissing and shifted around to face Janet's pussy. She kept pumping the dildo back and forth. Her lips clamped over Janet's clitty while she inserted a finger past the sepia puckered asshole.
Janet found the triple stimulation sensually exhilarating. It had been some time since she enjoyed such a thrilling contact. Being stimulated with the vibrators was one thing! This sensation was something different. It wasn't artificially contrived. The naturalness of the act made it more exciting.
Janet fastened her mouth to Pat's snatch and ran her tongue inside the glistening pinkish-red furrow. She pushed the dildo into Pat's sphincter. The thick phallus met temporary resistance but slid in without effort once past the elastic sepia lips.
Pat wriggled her ass in an approving undulation as Janet frigged her asshole.
The two women worked with skilled manipulations to evoke the strongest erotic response in each other.
Janet thrilled to the lascivious tantalizing of her cunt and ass. The finger stroking the rectal sheath dug into the pliant flesh in erogenous titillation. Pat had clamped lip-sheathed teeth over the clitoris and pulled it taut. The dildo maintained its simulated penile strokes.
Pat used a grinding motion as though working with a pestle and mortar. Janet's sentient cuntal muscles caught the sensual abrasive prodding. She uttered a murmuring groan of erotic approval. "Ohhmmmmm!"
She reciprocated her carnal appreciation by fastening her lips onto Pat's clitty. Her chin was moist from the licentious perspiration oozing from Pat's pussy. She pulled the clitoral flesh taut, flicking her tongue over it in strong rapid licks. Her own twat received a strong voluptuous stimulation.
"Uhhrrr! Uhhrrr!" Grunts of passion quivered from her lips as she worked on Pat's clitty.
Janet's body writhed on the bed as groans of rapturous bliss tumbled from her lips. Pat's body twisted and squirmed with equal approval. They undulated their hips in sensual delight. Their body movements elicited increased ardent stimulation.
Pat frigged the impacted asshole with faster strokes. The dildo pistoned in and out of Janet's twat with renewed vigor. Her mouth attacked the entrapped clitty with a determined effort.
Inside of Janet's quim a seething vortex stirred. She felt the erotic erogenous turbulence. Her nervous system tingled with a voluptuous piquancy.
Pat pushed her cunt into Janet's mouth. Janet released her oral grip on the clitty. Fastening her mouth over the dripping snatch, she drank in the musky discharge. The taste of the erogenous discharge intoxicated her, heightening her own erotic exhilaration.
She was imbued with an intoxicating sensation of licentious euphoria. None of her previous sexual encounters were this intense.
Janet's cunt was treated to a similar oral suctioning. Pat had her mouth welded to the venereal trough, drinking in the overflowing come.
The two women continued to evoke a mutual thrilling sensation as they siphoned out each other's love juices.
"See! I told ya these cunts dug playing with each other!" Goosey Lucy said to his companion. "Okay! You two can quit now! It's our turn!"
The two women separated. Janet was a little rueful over the consummation of their act. She wished it had lasted longer. The pleasurable part of her job was over. It was time for business. She had to earn her keep from Harvey.
She glanced at the crotches of the two Johns. Both had stiff cocks, ready to use.
"Me and my friend made a bet," Goosey explained. "We're gonna have a contest to see who's the best cocksman. The loser pays for the ass. You girls are the judges."
He described the various events to be used for their contest. The two girls knelt down on the bed, on their hands and knees. Four Eyes crouched behind Janet while Goosey took on Pat.
The two men shoved their cocks in at the same time using a doggie-style fuck. Janet's partner clasped her hips for purchase and began to hump in rapid thrusts. She tilted her head to glance sideways, watching the efforts of the other partner. He was rocking his prick in and out of Pat's quim at the same cadence.
"Time!" Goosey declared. "Switch!"
The two men withdrew their pricks and changed places. Goosey shoved his cock into Janet's cunt and the tournament resumed. Goosey's prick was thinner than Four Eye's phallus and not as thick. The humping started and she felt the adequate hunk of hard flesh pummeling her vaginal sheath.
The fucking felt like it was in earnest. "Time!" Goosey announced. The men uncoupled themselves.
I wish you'd make up your fuck'n minds, Janet silently noted in annoyance. She didn't mind the contest or how it was performed. Having a fuck interrupted so frequently was disconcerting.
"Now, suck us off!" Goosey ordered.
Janet turned around and took his prong into her mouth. She tasted the mixed flowers of the cunt juices. Her tongue licked the crown and half absorbed shaft imbedded in her mouth. She had an idea of what this contest was all about. Eventually, it would turn out to be one of endurance!
A mischievous idea came to her. If she made Goosey come now, it would virtually disqualify him. Janet's tongue and mouth moved in a tantalizing effort to bring about an orgasm. She gripped the prick and began to jerk him off.
He stopped her just in time. The men changed sex partners. With Four Eyes, Janet moved her tongue in lambent licks over the absorbed cock.
At this point, the two women were given a complicated set of rules to judge which of the two men was the better cock. Pat and Janet huddled in the bathroom. After a whispered conference, they decided to give the award to Four Eyes, on general principles.
Goosey wasn't pleased with the decision. However, the final result hinged on a test of endurance.
The entire affair seemed ludicrous to Janet. It had started out as an interesting exercise. With a flipping of a coin to determine the choice of partner, it was becoming ridiculous. Goosey lost the toss and Four Eyes chose Pat.
Pat and Janet stood side by side. They parted their legs slightly for balance. Bending over, they rested their hands on their knees. The two contestants approached the women and fitted their cocks to the waiting holes.
Janet felt Goosey guiding his cockhead against the crinkled rim of her sphincter. She pushed her ass back while he pressed forward. The corona pierced the elastic lips of her asshole.
His cock inched along in a slow absorption until the entire shaft was buried in her rectum. His groin pressed into the curved fullness of her ass. He wriggled his hips from side to side while he was still imbedded in her rectal sheath. The buried shaft was locked tightly in the narrow confines of her asshole.
He started the preliminary coital movements. His cock abandoned her hole in a partial withdrawal. The vibrant prick returned to its resting place with a sharp forward thrust. Goosey maintained the same steady rhythm. A slow outward movement and a rapid plunge inward!
During this coital routine, he added some nuances. With the forward penile thrust, he shifted his pelvis in a semi-rotation. The movement grounded his prick into the soft muscles of her anal canal. It also created some friction, teasing her erogenous flesh with lascivious rubs.
He held on to her hips, pushing her away as his cock pulled out. Her ass was pulled towards him as he rammed his prong home. She began to move in tandem with his coital thrusts. The rubbery pliant lips of her sphincter abraded his pistoning shaft.
Goosey's hot piece of turgid flesh continued to pump in and out of her in measured strokes. Janet shifted her ass in a sinuous twist, adding to the abrasive friction of her rectal muscles on his prick.
"Let me do the fucking!" he snapped.
The two women exchanged brief looks. Janet knew what he was attempting. To prolong the fuck with a minimum amount of voluptuous friction. She considered it a form of cheating. Janet wasn't too crazy about him. She wanted him to lose this silly contest.
Her hips shifted in a sensual wriggle. The constricted muscles of her asshole encasing his cock rubbed it with a sensual abrasion. She rocked her ass to and fro in rapid movements. Goosey caught the tempo of her coital motion. His cock moved faster and harder. Her action lent impetus to the act. His pistoning shaft was rammed into her tight hole with stronger thrusts. The battering prick shuttled in and out at an accelerated pace.
Goosey's swaying balls flailed at the inside of her thighs in soft pats. His hips bumped into her fleshy buttocks with each forceful forward thrust. She heard his heavy grunting from his exerted efforts. Their coupled bodies rocked back and forth in frenzied movements.
Their action was contagious. Four Eyes began to mount his own fucking offensive. Janet glanced over to see Pat's rocking body pushed by his pumping hips. She grinned and blinked in answer to Pat's smiling wink.
Goosey made one last shove, burying his shaft to the hilt in Janet's rectal scabbard. His trembling body became rigid as the first burst of come geysered from his spewing cock. The orgasmic paroxysm shot bolts of liquid lightning into her waiting asshole. His emissions grew weaker as his prick softened and the erection collapsed.
"You came!" Janet declared. "You lose if your friend is still pumping!"
"Who asked ya?" Goosey growled in angry disgust.
Four Eyes jerked his prick out of Pat's asshole. A big grin of triumph played on his lips. His prick was still hard. "I've won, I've won!" he declared excitedly.
"I don't have to finish fucking this cunt in the ass," Four Eyes replied. "I want to be sucked off by this one!" He pointed at Janet.
"How do you want it? Standing up or lying down?" Janet asked.
"Right here!" Four Eyes demanded. "Kneel in front of me and give me a blow-job!"
She glanced at his cock, flecked with tiny balls of shit from Pat's ass.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I was going to get a washcloth and clean your dick off a little before I go down on you," Janet answered.
"No way!" he snapped. "Suck me off just the way my cock is now. Your friend's asshole was clean enough for me to stick my cock in it. It's good enough for you to lick it off."
In reluctant concession, Janet dropped to her knees in front of his soiled prick. She stared at his pink-red cock dotted with the tiny brown balls. Her nostrils caught the fetid odor of Pat's asshole that clung to the cock. She gave a slight shudder of revulsion.
"Come on! Start sucking!" he demanded.
She opened her mouth and pushed his prick into it. Her lips closed about the shaft of flesh. Janet's tongue touched several of the pieces of shit. She fought back the urge to retch. It wasn't only the sensation of her tongue against the shit but the flavor and the thought of what she was doing. Janet forced herself to concentrate on some other thought to dispel the sickening feeling.
It took several minutes of gradual acclimation to inure herself to the ingested cock.
She tilted her head forward, swallowing the entire shaft. The rigid prong disappeared into her oral cavern. The velvety tip of her tongue vibrated against the crown of Four Eye's cock. Her lips held the knob tightly captive while her experienced tongue dallied against the frenum. Janet hoped the teasing of this sensitive spot under the cockhead would induce a quick orgasm.
"I want a good blow-job!" he insisted. "The full treatment."
Janet shifted her attention to the rest of his prick. She grasped the base of his dork, holding it steady in her mouth. Her lips slowly slid down the length of his rod until they kissed her fist gripping his cock.
As her mouth descended, her tongue brushed firmly along the side of the shaft. Using the same languid motion, Janet's lips moved upward. Only instead of her tongue, on the upsweep, she gently scraped her teeth against the side of his prick.
Pressing her lips firmly into the stiff dick, she jerked it quickly out of her mouth. The action was accompanied by a moist popping sound. She shoved his cock back into her oral prison, pushing it past grudgingly yielding lips. The thought was to create a simulated effect of fucking a cunt. A loud sucking noise was added to the penile insertion.
Janet maintained this treatment, shoving the cock into her mouth and removing it, using labial pressure.
If she couldn't use her hand to jerk him off at the same time, she could use her mouth. The continued insertion and removal had the desired effect.
Four Eyes started to pump his cock into her mouth in quick coital thrusts. She kept her fingers curled about the base of his shaft to prevent him from stabbing her in the throat.
Humming grunting sounds emanated from his lips as he worked to release the orgasm fermenting in his balls.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Hunnhrrr! Hunnhrrr!"
His hips rocked in frantic thrusts. Janet continued her oral fucking ritual. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Four Eyes.
His eyes were closed and his face was screwed up with erotic strain. Her curled fingers caught the initial contraction as the orgasmic spasms shot out the glutinous sperm.
She fastened her lips to the geysering tube, nibbling on it to induce a stronger erotic sensation. A groan of anguished ecstasy tumbled from his lips. "Ahhrrrmmmm!"
Janet waited until the contractions died down. She pulled the shrinking shaft from her mouth. Her lips were compressed to squeeze out the last vestiges of his come. Reaching the cockhead, she flicked her tongue over the pee-hole and caught a large final drop of come.
Janet released her hold on the flaccid dick. Standing up, she looked at Four Eyes. "It's time for us to go. You owe us sixty dollars!"
"Pay her!" Four Eyes ordered Goosey.
"Shit! What a waste of money!" Goosey grumbled.
"Hey! If you didn't get your money's worth, that's not our fault!" Pat answered. "We made a deal before we came up including the price."
"Stop bitching!" Four Eyes said. "Give 'em their money!"
The women had dressed and Janet accepted the three twenties handed to her. They left the room and out on the street, Pat said, "Hey! That was fun! We ought to get together more often. Maybe even socially!"
Janet nodded. "I'd like that but if we don't start hustling our asses, our men are going to get real pissed off. Then we won't have time for anything."
"You're right!" Pat agreed. "Let's start moving. My man expects me to peddle a lot of ass today. See you around!"
They parted and headed in opposite directions. A black man approached Janet. "Looking for action?" he asked.
This was her first encounter with a negro. She was startled by his approach. He could be a mugger or a rapist. She wasn't too bothered by the fact he was black. Many of the girls worked for black pimps.
Besides, only one color mattered to her. Green! Money! In the dark, all cocks were black!
"It all depends what you mean by action?" she answered, keeping a wary eye on him.
He mentioned the hotel he was using. "I have a room there. I'll go there and wait for you if the price is right."
The hotel was a decent one and Janet decided it was a safe trick. "Fifty dollars for an hour!" she offered.
"Man! I don't want to buy a goldmine, I just want to look at it!" he replied.
Aside from the thirty dollars she had earned with Pat, her take was low for the day. That was inexcusable by Harvey. She didn't want the negro to get away. Janet didn't want to appear too anxious during the price bargaining.
"Look!" she said. "I hear you blacks are great cocksmen. I've never turned a black man before. So, I'll tell you what I'll do! Just to satisfy my curiosity, I'll ball with you for thirty-five dollars. How's that?"
He grinned at her, flashing perfect white teeth. "I know you're jiving me, honey, but I do like you style. You got yourself a deal! I'll see you in twenty minutes!"
She watched his departing figure. Janet sighed in mild exasperation. Hooking wasn't an easy profession, she philosophized. It wasn't just getting into a bed and wriggling your ass! You had to be a salesman, psychologist, liar, and a lot of other people in order to make a living! It was a great living though! You couldn't beat the hours! Janet started walking towards the hotel. It was time to earn her living!
CHAPTER SIX
Claude was as good as his promise. He had called and made arrangements with Harvey for her services. Riding to his apartment early Saturday evening. Janet was filled with excitement. Her stomach churned in a mild state of agitation. All kinds of questions filled her mind.
She was apprehensive but not from fear. A kind of thrilling excitation stirred her. What kind of an orgy was this going to be? Would there be women there as well as men? What were they going to do to her? How painful would it be?
Janet recalled the series of tests Claude had subjected her to and wondered if they were to be repeated. She could accept almost anything that would be done to her. Her face twisted into a disapproving grimace as she recalled the enema. She hoped that it wasn't on the agenda for the night.
Claude was waiting for her in a Mercedes. He waved to her as she got out of the cab.
"How do you feel, my dear?" he asked.
"Fine, thank you?" she answered.
"Good! I hope you're ready for an exciting evening. My friends are looking forward to your services tonight. I hope you won't disappoint my confidence in you."
"Oh, don't worry! You'll get your money's worth and I'm sure your friends will approve of your choice," she answered.
He patted her on the knee. "That's what I like to hear!"
Janet relaxed on the soft cushion of her seat as he drove along the parkway heading for the Island. She was tempted to query him about the party but refrained. Instead, they exchanged small pleasant conversation.
The trip was a little over an hour. Claude swung the car into the driveway of a spacious house. The house was located in a very fashionable neighborhood. It was situated on a private street with few houses nearby. The house was surrounded by tall thick shrubs.
Claude escorted Janet up to the door and rang the bell. He was greeted by a woman in her forties. Janet was impressed by the woman's appearance, attractive and expensively coiffed. She greeted them with a warm smile.
"So this is our lovely guest of honor, Claude. I hope she's all you said she would be." She turned to Janet. "How are you, my dear! My name is Rene!"
They moved inside the spacious foyer of the house. Janet noticed several young girls moving about the guests. The girls were nude as they carried trays of food and drink. All of them were well endowed.
Rene escorted them into the large living room. She clapped her hands and shouted for attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Our guest of honor has arrived. I suggest you change for the ceremony to begin!"
The din of conversation stopped at Rene's announcement. Janet felt the eyes of the guests riveted on her. A ripple of excitement rolled along her spine. She could sense an erotic electricity flowing in that room. A quick count told her there were twelve people present including Claude and Rene.
Janet watched as they left the room. "Make yourself comfortable," Claude offered. "Have a drink or something to eat. I have to change also."
A nude waitress smiled at her as she presented a tray of hot hors d'oeuvres. Janet was too nervous to eat anything. She shook her head in polite refusal.
Ten minutes later, the sound of approaching footsteps made Janet turn around. The guests were all clad in cowled robes, women in white and the men in black. They passed by and followed Rene into the basement of the house. Claude remained behind.
"I'm your escort," he said. "Don't worry! Just be natural and get into the spirit of our little game. I'm sure you'll find it as exciting as we will."
"I can't wait!" Janet declared in an attempt at humor. There was more truth than jest in her statement. She was anxious to start.
A loud gong sounded. "Time to go!" Claude said and escorted her by the arm. He led her down into the basement. The room was darkened except for a bright spotlight in the center. Her respiration increased and she felt her heart beating faster. Janet sensed eleven pairs of eyes watching her. She was certain she could hear their heavy breathing.
Claude escorted her into the spotlight. He began to undress her. She stood impassively as her tunic was removed. Her slacks were loosened at the waist and dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them and Claude put them with her tunic onto a chair.
Janet stood in her bikini-styled panties and tailored blouse. The blouse came off next, revealing her encased tits. When her bra was removed, murmurs of approval came from the hidden audience. She couldn't wait for their reaction to the unveiling of her cunt. A half smile formed on her lips. Gasps of surprise and some applause issued from the group at the sight of her naked pubes. "Prepare the initiate!" Rene's voice came out of the darkness.
Claude stepped away and returned, pushing a large rectangular metal frame. "Step up!" he ordered Janet.
She stepped onto the frame. There were three wide leather bands trisecting the frame. One fitted across her shoulders, another, just above the small of her back, and the third supported the back of her thighs.
Four leather straps were on each end of the frame. Her ankles and wrists were fastened by the straps. She was spread-eagled on this contraption.
Claude made an adjustment and tilted the frame into a horizontal position. Janet found herself parallel to the floor, staring up into the bright spotlight. She tilted her head sideways to avoid the blinding light.
There was movement as chairs were pushed back. Slowly, the robed figures approached her and marched about the frame. She was surrounded on all sides.
Searching hands reached out and touched her body. Grasping fingers clutched at her tits, squeezing them, testing the resiliency of her succulent boobs. Other hands fondled her shorn pubes. While some fingers were shoved into her cunt and asshole, other hands rubbed the outside of her pussy. There were some who were curious to find out how a cunt felt without hair.
A metal ring was fitted into her snatch. Janet felt movement of the ring and realized it was some kind of circular wedge. The ring was expanding. There was strong pressure on her twat as the ring widened. She recalled the wedge Claude had used on her cunt, only this pressure was stronger.
In her supine position, it was difficult to see what was going on at her cunt unless she raised her head a little. The participants in the ritual all moved towards her feet. They were standing about three feet away from her legs. She watched as each person tossed something at her cunt.
The object thrown was some kind of pellet. They were playing some kind of a ring toss game. The first ball struck her on her abdomen. Several of the following pellets struck her on the thighs below her twat. One tossed pellet found its mark, dropping into her hole.
It was a strange sensation as the little ball rolled down the throat of her cunt. The game continued as the others tried to get a ball into her twat. When the last pellet was thrown, Claude stuck his fingers into her pussy.
A shiver of erotic titillation rolled along her spine as the thrust fingers dug for the sunken pellets. He removed them and called out the numbers. Two men and a woman were the lucky winners.
Janet couldn't see their faces. The large cowls hid their features but she recognized the colors. The woman stepped forward to enjoy her prize.
Her hands cupped the full rounded boobs and massaged them with loving caresses. The fingers touched the flattened discs that tipped the ivory mounds. Janet felt the nipples stiffen while teasing fingers traced the circle of each areola.
The hands stopped fondling the breasts and stroked Janet's ribs. She knew the destination of the hands as they traveled over her stomach and reached her cunt.
Fingers fumbled under the venereal hood, parting it to get at the clitoris. Janet's tits quivered as she sighed in erotic ecstasy. The woman teased her clitty with subtle tantalizing caresses.
At the same time, she pushed two fingers past the ring. Janet's sentient pussy caught the pistoning strokes of the frigging fingers. Her gluteal muscles flexed as she thrust her cunt upward to enjoy the voluptuous vaginal massage. The digital strokes were firm measured movements. She responded to them, undulating her hips in coital rocks.
A soft moan of pleasure bubbled from Janet's throat.
"Mmmmmmmm!" It was a prolonged hum of ecstatic bliss.
She felt the erotic churning of an orgasm rumbling in her entrails. "Oh, I'm going to come!" she exclaimed in rapturous abandon. "Keep frigging me a little more!" she urged in a hoarse anxious voice.
The fingers vacated her cunt. Janet sucked in her breath in a startled gasp of pain. The woman clutched Janet's clitty, squeezing and twisting it at the same time.
The growing throbbing pulsations of the orgasm changed to agonizing throbs of pain. Tears welled in her eyes, glistened in the light, and blurred her vision.
"Set her up sideways," a male voice ordered.
An upright bar was fitted to the head of the frame.
The frame was tilted and Janet was turned on her side. Lacking frontal support, she sagged forward. Claude fastened a strap across her stomach and another one under her tits.
The two men removed their robes. One stepped up to her cunt while the other approached her rear. She couldn't see the man behind her. The man up front was in his mid forties, of average height and build. He had a thin trimmed moustache.
The ring was removed from her twat. His cock slid into her stretched hole with little resistance. Usually cocks had a snug fit inside her snatch. After the removal of the ring, Janet felt her cunt could accommodate two more pricks without any trouble.
It seemed strange being fucked sideways. She sucked in her breath in a sharp hiss. The third party to this menage a trois was trying to gain access to her rectum.
Her sphincter was pulled open with two fingers. The cockhead passed between the fingers. Once the cockhead passed the lips of her asshole, he removed the fingers. He shoved and her sepia crinkled hole felt the rough full penetration of his stiff hard cock.
Her asshole was stuffed with the assaulting prick imbedded deep past the tight sphincter. This was the first time she had been fucked this way! Sideways and skewered from both ends! A voluptuous surge swept through her from the erogenous contact.
The simultaneous lascivious impaction of her twin holes filled her with sensual delight. Her cunt man began the fucking. He drew his prick out in a partial withdrawal. The cock in her ass slipped out also. Moving in tandem, the two men drove their pricks back into her holes.
The muscular tissue separating her cunt and ass was stimulated by the contact of their cocks ramming into it. As the battering dicks struck the wall of muscle, she felt voluptuous vibrations ripple through her. It was like striking a gong with the continued reverberations.
The prong in her ass pressed into the wall most of the time. The combined contact on that erogenous flesh was a sparking reaction. She felt the erotic rapture flowing into every pore.
Janet's sphincter lips were compressed in a venereal kiss about the cock. Her elastic asshole gave reluctant permission to its partial exit. On the forward thrusts, her asshole welcomed his return.
She found herself responding to their erotic coupling. Her cunt was damp with erogenous moisture. The sensual friction of the two pricks scraping the sentient lining of her holes increased the voluptuous thrill.
Her confinement on the metal frame limited her movements to restricted awkward attempts. Janet wanted to rock her hips in cadence with their thrusts. She squirmed her ass in a sinuous wriggle. It rocked the cock in the tight confines of her rectum. Her movements were interpreted as a signal for increased activity.
The cock in her ass pumped with added vigor. His prick pistoned in rapid jerky thrusts. The two cocks were no longer moving in tandem. The change of strokes interrupted the rhythm.
On the inward plunge of her ass, the cock in her cunt was moving out. When the cock impaled her coosy, the impaction in her ass was vacating her hole.
The new tempo added to the sensual stimulation. Her moist twat was permeated with a glow of erotic rapture. The temperature in her venereal boiler grew. She luxuriated in the lascivious stimulation.
A low moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahherrr!" Over and over again, she murmured the appreciative moans. "Ahherrr! Ahherrr! Fuck me, fuck me!" she exhorted them. "Oh, that's good! Harder, harder! More, more! Shove it in! Make me come!"
Growling animal sounds rumbled in the throat of the man behind her. "Grrnnrrr! Grrnnrrr!" His ass rocked at an accelerated cadence as he drove his prick into her ass with deep hurried thrusts.
His mustached accomplice matched his coital rhythm. Janet felt the quick penile pumping in her snatch. She looked into the face of the man fucking her cunt. His face was twisted into a strained grimace as he drove his prick in strenuous thrusts.
The dual, frenzied, erotic thrusts increased. Janet felt a voluptuous turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to erupt at any moment. At the start, the erogenous stimulation elicited gentle murmurs from her. As the intensity grew, she became more animated. She gave vent to animalistic growls. "Nnnrrrrr! Nnnrrrr!"
Her pores were saturated with the exquisite piquancy of erotic rapture. Janet's depraved senses were gratified as the perverse sensuality streamed through her body.
The cock banging into her snatch struck her venereal wall. She tingled as the twin cockheads nudged the sensitive flesh. It triggered the release of her orgasm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in ecstatic exultation. Janet tried to undulate her body and free the fermenting turbulence in her pussy. "AHHHRRRrrrr!" The ecstatic anguished groan burst from her throat in a roar and diminished to a prolonged gurgle.
Her loins were filled with a gushing flow of orgasmic juices. Low murmurs of rapture continued to dribble from her lips.
Spasmic emissions from the tube planted in her twat mixed with her come. His sticky milky jism spilled out in measure penile contractions. The voluptuous pulsations of his orgasm harmonized with hers. His crotch was welded to the horizontal slit as his prick spent itself.
Strong bursts of come squirted into her anal canal. She waited until he sated his lust. The last drops of come dripped from his waning hard-on.
It was a good fucking session. The best she ever had! She made a mental note to recommend the double fuck whenever the situation presented itself.
So far, her sexual experience had been favorable. Other than the ring in her cunt and having her clitty twisted, she had suffered no real pain. Janet wondered when the party would start to get rough.
The upright pole was removed and the frame adjusted to an upright position. Rene stepped forward holding a small silver goblet in front of her face. She brought the cup to Janet's lips. "Drink!" Rene commanded.
Janet looked at the contents in the goblet. It was brimful with a thick creamy solution. Her nostrils caught a faint scent of a fishy odor. She was apprehensive the drink might be some kind of drug. Janet knew the contents of the cup! It was an accumulation of everyone's come!
From the amount of jism collected, Janet suspected it had been saved up for several days. She was certain everyone had made a donation, including the women.
The goblet was brought to Janet's lips and tilted. She tasted the cold glutinous fluid trickling down her throat. Her preference was for the hot come as it spurted from a cock or dripped from a cunt. The cold sticky come wasn't too palatable but she managed to drain the cup without throwing up.
"Prepare her for the cleansing ritual!" Rene ordered in a flat tone.
The frame was shifted to the horizontal position again. Janet turned her head to avoid the direct light in her eyes. Here it comes, she thought!
The frame was turned again until she was positioned face down. A large white enamel basin was placed beneath her cunt. Her twat was invaded by a thick nozzle. She felt the sudden flush of water emptying into her cuntal cavern.
The phallic tube frigged her cunt for several seconds in an abbreviated attempt to evoke some kind of erotic thrill. Some of the water welled up in her snatch was forced out by the thrusting tube. The nozzle was removed and the water cascaded into the basin.
Janet prepared herself for the anticipated enema. She wasn't disappointed! The long thin tube slid into her anal sheath. She waited for the annoying flooding of her rectum.
Her body jerked at the unexpected stream that emptied into her ass. It was cold! She writhed and squirmed on the rack in uncomfortable distress. The water continued to fill her body.
Janet had the urgent need to move her bowels. The water filled her bowels expanding them. She felt her stomach swelling. "Stop, stop! I have to shit!" she cried out in an anxious plea. The water continued to inundate her entrails.
"Please, please! I have to shit! Take it out, take it out!" she pleaded.
She felt the sensual friction of the nozzle sliding out of her asshole. Janet was reluctant to release the dammed up water while in her suspended prone position. The expelled mixture of water and shit would spill over her, dirtying her.
A thick plug was pushed into the sphincter and fastened into place with straps. Janet squirmed in distressing agony. She was uncomfortable and in agony. Her face was twisted in a grimace. The eyes were closed to shut out the severe cramps in her stomach.
Claude flipped the frame to an upright position and released Janet from the straps. Tears of agony welled up in her eyes at the urgent need to move her bowels. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. The exertion on her bladder forced a trickle out. Janet was aware of the warm tentacles of urine rolling down her thighs.
"Oh, oh!" she gasped in agony. "Take the plug out! Let me shit! Do anything you want to me but let me move my bowels! I'll burst!"
A white hooded figure came forward with a large potty and placed it under the spotlight. The straps were loosened and the plug removed. Janet made a frantic dash to the porcelain bowl.
The feces and urine mixed with the enema water was spurting out of her as she was sitting down. She was thankful she had covered the potty before she expelled the mixed waste matter. Janet exhaled a sigh of welcomed relief.
She sat on the potty, glad that they hadn't waited much longer to remove the plug. The hooded figures moved in a circle surrounding her. Probably getting their kicks watching her suffer, she thought!
A shocked expression filled her face. All of the figures exposed themselves. Suddenly, streams of piss squirted from several of the group. Men and women were spraying her with warm piss. Her face, her shoulders, her tits, and legs were spattered with the golden liquid.
Janet sat on the chamber pot without protest accepting the liquid abuse raining on her. This was the most degrading experience she had had as a hooker. No one had ever done such a horrible thing to her!
She had been beaten and abused but this abuse was more like a defilement. Janet felt dirty. Rene called it a cleansing ritual. If anything, these bastards needed to have their minds cleansed, Janet thought in bitter contemplation. She wished she could return their compliment.
The sepia hole was sore from the pressure of the water and feces forced out of her ass.
"Can I have some tissue paper to wipe myself?" she asked.
"You won't need it!" Rene answered.
Claude came forward with a hair dryer. Janet was made to stand up and bend over. She heard the hum of the instrument and felt the heat of the warm air. He brought the blower close to her. The blower was moved about, playing the drying air currents along her ass and cuntal cracks.
She could feel the moisture gathered on her ass and cunt drying up. The currents of warm air grew hotter. Janet expected them to burn her with the blower as their next bit of erotic play. When Claude turned off the blower, she accepted it as the first kind gesture extended to her during the evening.
Using paper to wipe her ass would have been more comfortable than the blower. Her ass felt tacky as though someone had applied varnish to her hole and it hadn't dried.
The strong odor of urine clung to her body. The blower had dried up the residue of the piss sprayed on her.
"My dear, you look a bit peaked!" Rene observed. "I think you need something to revive you. You'll need all your strength for later in the evening. What you need is something to give you vitality! The best source is come juice. You will suck everyone off until they come. You can start with me first!"
Janet considered this a respite although by the time she started to suck off the fourth woman, her jaws ached from the effort.
She managed to satisfy each of the women. All of them offered her a liquid tribute in response to her oral efforts. Janet had tasted the love juices of each partner. After the women, she sucked off the men. This time, her throat was sprayed with their erogenous emissions.
A sudden thought occurred to her as she serviced each member of this group. What were the naked girls doing during this ceremony? Why weren't they being used? Would they be used later on?
Janet speculated about being the only erotic attraction for the group. Of course, the naked girls who served had some sensual attraction! The way the evening's events were progressing, she was certain the other girls would not be touched. They were merely for the window dressing!
CHAPTER SEVEN
She was ordered to stretch out on the floor. The coolness of the parquet floor was a welcomed change from the heat of the spotlight. A thick wooden slat was placed beneath her ankles and fastened to them.
Janet stared at her bound ankles in apprehensive contemplation. This was going to be part of the ordeal Claude had used for his test. Only this time, she anticipated a more intense workout.
A heavy rope was fastened to the wooden bar. Two of the men pulled on the rope and Janet was gradually suspended in mid-air. She dangled upside-down. A nervous anxiety flooded her system. Thoughts of how severe the punishment would be bothered her.
They had already exhibited their perverted inclinations. From her inverted position, Janet looked at the circle of naked bodies formed about her. The sight and shapes of their nude frames offered little erotic thrills to her. It was the appearance of the various instruments in their hands that had an effect on her.
Some held wooden paddles, others had quirts; and a few were partial to an abbreviated cat-o'-nine-tails.
Her face was flushed as the blood rushed to her head. The heat of sensual passion also warmed her blood. She anticipated a beating like one she never had before! It would be the most painful ever received! Janet found herself looking forward to that threshold where pain became a voluptuous rapture.
Claude took hold of her hips and gave her body a quick twist. Her body twirled about. As her dangling body spun about, the group about her swung at her ass as she passed them.
They were aiming at her ass. Some of the blows missed the intended target. Instead, they caught her on the side of her thighs or missed her completely. The scoring blows were effective! She felt the small cat-o'-nines slicing into the soft flesh of her ass. A wooden paddle crashed into her tender rounded buns.
She didn't know who were wielding the quirts. Two of the abbreviated whips slashed across her buttocks making her wince with pain. Their vicious blows turned her ass cheeks and thighs into a deep crimson mass.
The pain didn't bother her as much as the spinning around upside down. She was getting dizzy and fought back a wave of nausea.
"Please, please, let me up for a minute before I puke!" she pleaded.
Claude stopped the spinning form. He unhooked the rope and lowered her back to the floor. She grimaced as her ass touched the floor. Her ass and thighs were sore from the beating.
"It's time for our special game!" Rene announced. Her remark was greeted by excited cries from the men, offering to be it. Lots were drawn. Janet recognized the mustached man who fucked her cunt earlier. He won the right to be her partner.
Janet was strung up again. The man grabbed her about her upper back. His semi-hard prick dangled in front of her face.
The object of this erotic game was for the others to beat her on the ass while she sucked off the man. She had to suck him off without biting his cock. If Janet managed to make him come without biting him, her ordeal was over. Biting the victim before an orgasm meant an extended ordeal of torture.
For the group, this was a very thrilling game! For Janet, it was a test of her ability to endure this kind of abuse! It also tested her skill at oral sex!
She needed all her talents to induce an orgasm in the cock before her. They had shackled her hands behind her head to eliminate any manual stimulation of the cock. Everything had to be done orally!
He brought his prick closer to her face. Janet opened her mouth and pressed her lips about the base of his soft hard-on. A few tantalizing licks and she transformed his cock into a bony shaft of flesh.
"Okay! I have a hard-on!" he acknowledged. "She's starting to suck me off! Start beating her ass!"
The group took turns flailing her buttocks with their instruments of pain.
WHA CKK! The flat blade of a wooden paddle struck a solid blow across her buttocks. A burning sting spread across her asscheeks. Janet fought the urge to bite down!
SSWHAPP! Someone laid the lashes of a cat-o'-nine across her exposed buns. She squeezed her eyes shut. This blow added to the pain flooding her asscheeks. Her shackled hands pressed against the back of her neck. Janet hoped to transfer her agony from her ass to her neck to alleviate the intense ache in her buttocks.
CRACKK! A quirt cut into her tortured flesh. Her tormentors were hitting her ass with a vengeance. She felt the burning twinges of agony inflaming her entire backside. There was no let-up in the vicious attack on her ass.
SSHWAPP! The lashes whipped across her burning butt. She was certain the blow had opened her skin. Her ass felt moist. Someone uttered an exclamation of perverse delight at the appearance of blood. A thin trickling rivulet rolled down her back.
Janet manipulated the absorbed cock at a furious pace. Her lips and tongue tried to fire his penile rocket. She attempted to piston the shaft, pushing it out with her tongue and vacuuming it back in.
She worked her tongue in feverish licks across the velvety cockhead. Her sheathed teeth nibbled on the sensitive underside in soft sensual bites. The bites were alternated with hard licking strokes of her tongue.
Janet's jaws ached from the effort of her frantic sucking. Once she got him to shoot his load, the danger of further abuse would be gone!
She was concerned about biting his cock. The pain from the beatings was excruciating. Worse than she ever suffered before! There was a transition point from pain to erotic ecstasy. Janet was striving to reach that point.
An orgasmic fermentation began to bubble in her loins. She wanted to cry out in erotic exultation. The cock in her mouth prevented any outcry!
Come on, shoot your load, you bastard! she swore in silent exhortation. Why the hell don't you come?
WHACKK! The paddle cracked against her battered ass. Her body jerked and flinched. She felt the tension pulling on her legs. Janet opened her mouth slightly and exhaled a groan of anguish. The warm air from her groan blew across the implanted cock.
Janet couldn't see her ass. She needed little imagination to know what it looked like. The skin was broken and bleeding from several welts. Her buttocks were damp, wet from the smeared blood. She felt the blood that had trickled down her back. The crimson layer covered the dark blush of abused gluteal flesh.
SSWHAPP! The lashes cut across open wounds again. She inhaled, inspiring with a strong sucking hiss. "Hssss!" The action vacuumed the cock deeper into her mouth. Janet's body squirmed in anguished torment.
Her face was flushed from the blood rushing to her head. Janet's head throbbed from being in the inverted position for so long. The dizziness and nausea returned. She began to doubt her ability to accomplish a successful consummation of either assignment.
CRACKK! A well delivered hit from a quirt sent an excruciating lance of pain into her brain. For a moment, it interrupted the queasiness enveloping her.
Janet's lips and tongue worked on the imbedded prick with determined vigor. The shaft in her mouth started to shift in coital strokes. Just a little bit more, she told herself.
She attacked his cock with increased ardor. The cock fucked her mouth with faster thrusts.
Her lips compressed about the prick as it plunged into her mouth in a final plunge. She pressed her tongue over the cockhead to limit the length of thrust and to control the flow of the come geysering out.
"Hhhrrr!" The man groaned as his hot jism spurted out. His convulsing tube expelled thick globs of come. Janet didn't wait for his orgasm to finish.
She opened her mouth to release her hold on his dick. A vicious blow struck her ass as she spat out the accumulated jism in her mouth.
The penalizing obstacle was gone!
"Sonvabitch! She did it!" someone exclaimed.
"More, more! Beat me, beat me!" she demanded, screaming out the exhortation. "Hurry, hurry!" she urged. Janet wanted to feel the voluptuous orgasmic release.
The man holding her, let go. Immediately, her ass was subjected to a volley of vicious blows. She felt the agonizing pain puncturing the erogenous balloon in her twat.
She screamed in rapturous agony as the violent orgasm exploded in her loins. "YAHHRRRGRrrr! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, that's good! That's good!"
Janet's body convulsed in erotic intoxication. The wooden bar fastened to her ankles shook her like a puppet. She was lowered to the floor and her legs freed.
She wasn't certain she could stand. There was no sensation in her legs. She doubted if she had any ass left! It had received a good working over! All she felt was extreme agonizing pain all over her body.
The only consolation received from the severe beating was the lingering erogenous pulsations in her cunt. She could still savor the waning throbs of her orgasm.
Two men helped her to her feet. Her legs refused to support her and her knees buckled as she stood up.
Claude held her upright. Janet wondered whether any permanent damage was done. It was a crazy sensation! She felt helpless by her inability to remain erect by herself.
While Claude held her erect, Rene applied a warm damp cloth to wash away the blood from her scarred ass. Janet winced with a sharp intake of breath. The bloodied evidence of her beating disappeared. An effective unguent was applied to her battered rump. A heavy coating of the salve covered the cruel cuts and welts.
Janet regained some feeling in her legs. She managed to stand alone without support.
"Are you all right? Can you manage?" Claude asked.
"Oh, sure!" she tried to affect a tone of casual unconcern. "It only hurts when I laugh!"
"I have a shower here in the basement," Rene said. "Why don't you freshen up a bit? When you come out, I'll give you another treatment with the salve. While we're waiting for you to recuperate, we'll find other diversions."
Janet welcomed the opportunity to clean herself up. The water cascading over her back made her grit her teeth. It would be at least a week before she could sit on her ass!
She wondered what the other diversions would be. As she toweled herself dry, she heard the hysterical screams. A frightening chill rippled down her spine at the sound. What kind of terrible punishment was being inflicted to make that woman cry out like that?
Janet rushed out of the shower room. A shocked gasp escaped her lips at the sight. Two of the young waitresses were strung up by their wrists. They were suspended off the ground..
The group stood in front of them, tearing out their pubic hairs with tweezers. Just thinking about it sent a twinge of pain through Janet's twat. It was moments like these that Janet was glad she kept her cunt shaved.
Sharp sobbing screams rended the air and she shuddered at the sound. Janet had developed a tolerance for accepting personal pain. Her exposure to rough trade did not make her indifferent to seeing other people absorb punishment. For a brief moment, she contemplated offering herself as a substitute. Prudence warned her that in time, Rene would make the change without any encouragement.
The girls' legs were splayed and tied down. They looked like inverted "Y's"!
Hysterical whimpers bubbled from their lips as Rene inserted lit candles into their cunts. The group was getting ready for a little game called Target Practice. Janet found the concept amusing in spite of the girls' terror.
The men lined up three feet away from the girls. The idea was to direct the stream from their pricks and try to extinguish the candle. Winners had their choice of the girls for any special salacious inclination.
Frightened squeals escaped the young victims' throats. Their bodies squirmed and writhed as jets of urine sprayed over their bodies. Janet heard the hiss of an extinguished flame followed by another hiss. She saw the lit candles go out. Her attention was riveted on the erotic play and she didn't notice Rene at her side.
"I'm glad to see you've recovered. It's more fun when we work with a professional," Rene said.
"Oh, I don't know!" Janet tried to sound casual. "Your friends seem to be getting a big kick out of working with those amateurs."
"Come, come! Don't be so modest!" Rene replied. "Attention everyone! Our guest is ready for an encore!"
She caught Janet by the arm and escorted her towards the center of the group. "You'll need a partner for the next act. Choose one of these girls!" Rene ordered her.
Janet didn't like the idea of selecting one of the frightened girls. Both of them looked at her in wide-eyed apprehension. Intuition told her the next session would be a rough one. She didn't want anyone hating her guts for getting involved with her in a bad deal.
Janet shrugged her shoulders. "Personally, I can't see either one as a partner. Let 'em choose!"
"Okay!" Claude said. He nodded to a raven haired girl with heavy pendulous tits. "Call! Heads or tails!" He flipped a coin into the air.
"No, no! Not me!" she pleaded in a tremulous voice. "I won't pick!"
"You're not picking anything!" Rene snapped. "Just call Heads or Tails!"
Claude flipped the coin and the other girl cried out, "Heads!"
Claude caught the coin and slapped it against the back of his hand. He peeked at the coin. "It's Heads!" He leered at the girl who protested. "Looks like you're it! You had your chance!"
Janet glanced at the girl who had won the toss. Relief was etched in her face. She had avoided the selection for some perverted act. It didn't matter what it was! Janet could understand the girl's feelings.
One girl was left in the bound suspended position. A protesting frightened girl was taken down. Tearful pleas of consideration were wasted. She was tossed onto the floor. Janet was ordered to lay down on her side with her back to the girl.
Handcuffs fastened to their wrists and ankles linked them together. Rene produced a double dildo. It was a straight shaft, sculptured at each end in the shape of cockheads. Lesbians were partial to this type for mutual fucking. The two headed dildo was shoved into their assholes.
The insertion was an easy accommodation for Janet. Her reluctant partner cried out in pain at the forceful violation of her virgin ass.
"Ohhrrr!" she groaned in anguished agony. "You're hurting me! My ass, my ass! Stop, stop! Take it out, take it out! Please, please! You're hurting me! Oh, oh! I have to shit! Please, please, take it out!" Her body trembled with tearful sobs.
Janet felt the phallus filling her asshole. It was thicker and longer than anything else ever stuffed into her rectal sheath. She appreciated the other girl's response.
"Hang tough, kid!" Janet offered in an attempt to bolster the girl's spirits. "You'll get over that feeling in your asshole! That's the least of your worries! Just hang in there!"
She looked up to see large straps in the hands of every member of the group. Janet's body tensed in anticipation. She screwed up her face, squeezing her eyes shut.
SPLA TT! A strap struck her across the arm and hip. Her arm caught most of the blow. Janet felt the burning sting travel up her arm. Someone swung a belt from the other side. Most of the blow caught the girl's body and she screamed out. She had caught the brunt of the blow. Part of the striking belt struck Janet.
The girl's body flinched, driving the dildo into their asses. The artificial cockhead pressed into the erogenous wall that separated Janet's cunt and ass. It evoked a lascivious thrill, making her pussy salivate. A salacious itch began in her cunt.
A soft groan of voluptuous pleasure escaped her lips. Janet crooned a series of low ecstatic murmurs. "Oooooo! Oooooo!" It helped to take her mind off the stinging pain.
The locked bodies twitched at the touch of the lashes. Their bodies bumped into each other, driving the dildos into their assholes with a forceful thrust. Nothing had ever jammed her ass the way this dildo did!
SPLATT! SPLATT! The belts flayed at them. The blows were not confined to any special part of their bodies. With other beatings, only Janet's ass was usually attacked. This time, the cruel beating covered her entire body.
Her upper arm and part of her tit was the target the second time. Her tit caught the tip of a belt swinging from the other side. She was determined to absorb this punishment without uttering any outcry. Unfortunately, her companion's screaming made it difficult for Janet to concentrate on her resolution.
The piercing shrieks dug into Janet's ears. Her body caught the vibrating cries emanating from the girl's body.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Their bodies came together as their stomachs caught the cruel lashes. The double dildo was shoved deeper into their rectal sheaths by their backward thrusts. Janet's anal canal was gouged by the rammed shaft. The lascivious bubbling started in her entrails.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Their tormentors kept slashing at the bound bodies. The fleshy sides of the thighs caught these blows. Janet tried to keep from moving. Her companion in pain was unable to restrict her anguished writhings. The poor girl twitched with every blow, screaming out her anguished torment. Janet was fearful their rectal muscles would be rubbed raw by the abrasive jabs of the dildos.
SPLATT! SPLATT! Each time the belts landed on their exposed flesh, Janet felt the burning pain. She felt the excruciating sharp bite of the leathered strap. Each time the pain was interrupted by the erotic voluptuous pounding inside her ass.
She was a veteran of beatings. The girl shackled to her wasn't. For a moment, Janet allowed herself the luxury of feeling sorry for the girl. It vanished as the straps continued to flail at them.
SPLA TT! SPLA TT! The burgeoning climax inflated inside Janet's tingling snatch. She had grown accustomed to the pain. At the moment, the erotic responses were growing stronger.
"Hit me, hit me!" she demanded in a hoarse urgent whimper. "More, more! Oh, oh! I'm going to come! Hurry, hurry!"
Janet tried to rock her hips in coital thrusts. In spite of the limited movement, she was able to shift the dildo. The phalli fucked their assholes.
SPLA TT! SPLA TT! Two more blows were delivered with vicious determination. Janet cried out in ecstatic rapture.
The blow had slashed across her tits. From the girl's side, the tip of the belt caught Janet in the stomach.
She scrunched her chin against her chest to look down at her brutalized frame. It was a mass of flaming red welts. Tomorrow would be hell for her! She would have difficulty wearing clothes. For the moment, Janet was enjoying the erotic exhilaration permeating her senses.
MORE! MORE! she exhorted them in a strident voice. "I'm coming, I'm coming! AHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a loud groan of pleasure that diminished into a gurgle. Her body continued to thrash as the release of the erogenous bubble burst inside her loins.
A heavy downpour of come flushed her sentient snatch. Janet felt a rush of erotic intoxication. She exhaled a deep sigh of rapturous contentment.
The beatings with the straps stopped. Claude unlocked the handcuffs and removed the dildos from their asses.
With the erogenous throbbing waning, Janet returned to normalcy. She winced and groaned struggling to her feet. Broad red bands were all over her arms, legs, stomach, and tits. She tossed an inquisitive glance at the young girl. The same cruel stripes decorated her body.
Blood trickled from the girl's asshole. She was unconscious and breathing heavily. Janet became concerned.
"Hey! That kid's in bad shape! I think she needs a doctor!" Janet said.
"Don't worry about her!" Rene answered. "We can take care of her. You, my dear, are our main concern! You've been a remarkable acquisition and worth every cent we're paying you."
"Does that mean I'm finished for the night?" Janet asked.
"Not quite! We're going to break for a little snack. You may join us. After that, you will be at our disposal. You will service each of the members in any manner they desire. I'm sure you'll maintain the same quality of your special abilities!"
"You're picking up the tab! You call the shots!" Janet answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"Very well put!" Rene said.
"What about the one that you still have strung up?" Janet asked.
"She's going to be our entertainment while we snack," Rene replied.
Janet speculated about the way Rene intended to use the remaining girl. At a nod from Rene, Claude brought out the curved double dildo. She watched as he inserted them into the girl's cunt and ass.
The girl pleaded and protested in a trembling voice, interrupted by sobs. Janet knew the efficacy of the twin vibrators. She had encountered the stirring chills induced by the erotic gadget. The experience wouldn't hurt the girl too much. It was better than being beaten! Janet was certain it would win the girl as a convert. In time, the girl could wind up as one of the group's disciples!
The appearance of three nude waitresses carrying trays of food and drink diverted Janet's attention. She hadn't eaten since earlier that evening. The punishing workout had given her an appetite. She was hungry for something else besides sex.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet's session at Rene's house lasted until the early morning hours. She had catered to everyone's erotic tastes. Her tits, ass, and cunt had been squeezed, prodded, and filled. It had been quite a session. The two thousand dollars she carried in her purse had made it worthwhile.
Harvey would be pleased with her efforts. Even to the point of possibly letting her recuperate for a few days! She was tired, bruised, and in pain with every move.
One of Rene's guests was a doctor. He had taken care of the girl with the ripped asshole. Janet received an ointment from him for her bruises. As Claude drove her back to the city, she reflected over the exciting session. It had furnished her with some thrilling moments. Although Janet thought she wasn't interested in a steady diet of that kind of treatment.
As she had hoped, Harvey allowed her a week of rest. It wasn't due for any consideration for her! Almost her entire body was discolored. He didn't want his customers turned off by the sight of the ugly blemishes.
Every day, Harvey would inspect her naked body to see how bad the discoloration was. On Friday night, a week later, he told her, "You've got a date tonight! It's a fraternity stag! So take good care of these kids! They can wind up as future customers!"
"Don't I always take good care of the tricks you give me?" she asked.
He nodded. "I just want you to know that because they're not as old as some of the other Johns, you shouldn't short change them. Whatever they want, give 'em!"
She took a cab to the brownstone near the campus. It surprised her to find the building being used as a residence for a college fraternity. In answer to the doorbell ring, she was ushered into the building by a tall good-looking youth about twenty-one. He had long black hair and a pleasant smile.
"Well, hellooo!" he greeted her. "My name's Frankie.
You're just what we ordered! I'm sure we're going to have a great time with you tonight!"
"Hi!" she smiled back. "My name's Janet! And I'm sure we'll have a great time tonight!" She emphasized, "I'm sure!"
The friendly reception and the thought of having sex with contemporaries excited her. Janet was looking forward to the varied sexual experiences she would find with this group. She anticipated an evening of thrills and amusement.
'There'll be fourteen of the regular brothers present for supper," Frankie told her. "You're our guest of honor! We have five pledges that recently joined out frat. They'll be serving us."
He brought her into a large dining room. The other thirteen members were seated about a large dining table. They stood up and introduced themselves. The biggest problem for Janet was going to be keeping track of the association of the name with the individual.
Frankie rang a bell. From the kitchen, five youths entered carrying trays of food. They were all nude except for a gauze-like apron that barely hid their genitals.
Janet tried to keep from smiling. Their flushed faces betrayed their embarrassment. One of the waiters stopped between Frankie and Janet.
He started to move away. "Hold it, Alan! Freeze!" Frankie commanded.
Alan stiffened. Frankie lifted the abbreviated apron, exposing the shrunken stub of cock flesh and the sac behind it. "Would you mind checking this miserable one's dong and telling me if he's a potential cocksman?" Frankie asked Janet.
She looked up into the victim's face. Alan averted her glance by turning his head away and staring into space. His face was colored with a deeper flush.
Her fingers cupped his soft egg-shaped agates in one hand. The other fingers curled about the soft stub and tugged gently on the flesh. Alan's prick responded to the lascivious tactile teasing. His prick stiffened in her hand. It was about five inches long and almost two inches thick.
Suddenly, he groaned in anguished mortification. She felt the twitch in his balls heralding the premature ejaculation. The hand on his prick shifted to the cockhead. Her palm covered the crown of his shaft as the come spurted out.
The hot jism squirted into her palm. She waited until his prick stopped spasming. Slipping her hand away without spilling the collected glutinous liquid in her hand, Janet wiped it into the apron.
"See, what I mean?" Frankie commented. "He came too soon without any real, provocation! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Alan?"
This was a type of psychological humiliation Janet disliked. Physical erotic abuse was one thing; mental abuse was something she couldn't accept. Her favorable impression of Frankie was changing.
"Under the circumstances, I think Alan has done very well. I'm sure some of you studs might react the same way or worse, depending upon the situation," she answered. Her eyes swept around the table, looking at laughing faces. "Why don't we finish our meal and concentrate on the pleasure aspect afterwards!"
One of the other pledges looked at her gratefully. She understood the look. The rest of the meal was served with little horseplay. After the coffee, Frankie said, "We have a costume for you. Would you mind changing?"
He took her to another room. On the bed was a black laced garter belt and a pair of black silk stockings. A black laced, sling bra completed the ensemble. Frankie remained in the room while she undressed.
She had made a mental note to embarrass him in front of his peers. To make up for Alan's embarrassment. There might not be an opportunity later. Instead, she thought she would try to shake him a little now.
Disrobing in a slow teasing gesture, Janet removed her clothing. Naked, she displayed her physical assets. Her hands swept up her rib cage in a steady lambent brush. Her palms cupped her soft rounded globes, proffering them to him in an obscene gesture.
The hands caressed and fondled her tits, sweeping out towards the coral-studded tips. She curled her fingers about the areolae and squeezed, making the nipples more pronounced.
Janet watched his face. His eyes glistened with lust, riveted on her boobs. She moved her hands down to her pussy, parting the puffy hairless lips. Her hips thrust forward, displaying the pinkish-red glistening folds of flesh. She undulated her pelvis in a sinuous grind. The suggestive gyration was a carnal invitation.
The bulge in his crotch was evidence of her effective demonstration.
Janet moved towards him with sensual grace. Reaching out, she unzipped his fly. He breathed heavily through flared nostrils. Inserting her fingers past the fly, she searched for his hot cock. She dug past the fly of his underwear and reached the fevered shaft of hot penile flesh.
His prick was pulled clear of the restrictive clothing, exposing the hard prick to her view. She pushed another hand past the fly and captured his nuts. While she fondled his balls. Janet ran her hand up and down his cock in rapid massaging strokes.
"Ahhrrr!" he groaned.
She stuffed his cock into her mouth just as he came off. Her suctioning lips drew out his come as a geyser of jism shot into her oral cavity. When his cock stopped ejaculating, she released her hold.
Standing up, she looked into his half-lidded eyes. "That was nice, huh?" she asked. "But you shot your load just as quick as Alan did! So don't be such a big shot! Just enjoy your own thing without making fun of others!"
"Boy! That was terrific!" he exclaimed in rapturous approval. "You have a quick mouth! I loved the way you sucked out my come!"
"I practiced a lot on long necked beer bottles!" she answered in sarcastic indifference. "Let's go and take care of the others. We wouldn't want them to think this is your exclusive gig!" .
They returned to the others. She walked into the room, sensually shifting her hips. Her buttocks had a voluptuous bounce and her tits swung with lascivious looseness in the sling bra. She was aware of their rapt attention and heavy sensual breathing as she pirouetted slowly in front of them.
Their erotic stimulation was infectious. She caught the fever of their excitement. A thrilling exhilaration coursed through her. Janet found this party very exciting. It was something different than her usual tricks.
She was unable to see everyone's crotch. She was sure all the cocks in the room were standing in silent salute to her salacious encouragement. Janet saw the aprons of two of the pledges pushed upward. Their hard-ons supporting the raised cloth.
"What's your pleasures, gentlemen?" she asked in a whispered sultry voice.
"Fuck the game plan with the pledges going first," one of the regular members shouted. "Let them take sloppy seconds! Let's fuck her first!"
The others chorused his sentiments. A satisfied smile played on her lips. Their remarks turned into a shouting contest, each wanting to be first.
"Hold it, hold it!" Frankie yelled above the din. "For Chris' sake! You'll have the neighbors complaining!
Okay, okay! We fuck her first! We'll draw lots!"
Janet was enjoying the fuss over her. She watched as they set up the procedure for fucking her. They decided she would service two at a time to expedite the evening's activities. An ecstatic ripple rolled down her spine into her snatch. They had planned a big evening. She was anxious to find out what it was.
Lubricating juices moistened her eager twat. Her lascivious passions were increasing. The first set of two members had already stripped and approached her. One wanted a blow job and the other was going to fuck her ass.
She directed one boy to stretch out on the couch. "You better get some lubricant for my ass and your cock, if this is your first time!" she told the other boy.
She looked at the boy whose prick was waiting for her oral embrace. His eyes shone with a lustful luster. Janet bent her head down. Her mouth absorbed the thick stubby prong. She rolled her tongue around the circumference of the ruby crown.
Impatient hands grasped the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and parted them. A finger heavily loaded with a lubricant jammed into the brownish puckered hole. She wriggled her ass while the finger greased her asshole.
The finger was removed and a cock took its place. She felt the penile substitution press against the sphincter. The penetration was an easy one. His cock slipped into her anal sheath without any effort. He pressed his prick in as far as it would go. Her asscheeks were welded to his fitted groin.
Warm sweating hands grasped her hips for purchase. Her body quivered with an ecstatic excitement as the imbedded shaft attempted to ravish her asshole.
She clasped the root of the cock held captive in her mouth. Quickly, she jerked him off while her tongue worked on the cock with strong lingual sweeps. Whimpering moans of erotic rapture rumbled in his throat. He shifted his hips in a sinuous grind, writhing in voluptuous intoxication.
It didn't take her long to attain the desired effect. The boy started to fuck her mouth. His hips pumped rapidly. A deep groan escaped his throat in an anguished growl. "Ahhrrrr!" His anguished cry seemed to trigger the erogenous mechanism that sent his hot come into her mouth.
Janet's fist pumped faster. She held his erupting cock with her fingers pressed firmly against the shaft. Her mouth was still fastened over the cockhead. The fingers milked out the remaining drops of his orgasmic tribute.
Her concentration on the cock-sucking didn't detract from the awareness of the prick that shuttled in and out of her ass. She could feel the impacted shaft fucking away. He fucked her ass violently. His "hips rocked back and forth in a frantic velocity that propelled his balls against her thighs. The force of his movements kept his balls swinging, striking her thighs.
His youth, thrusting cock, and the flailing balls sent lustful shivers up and down her spine. She had a sudden wish for someone to work on her twat. She didn't care whether it was orally, manually, or a good hard prick poking her coosy! The sensation from the thrusting cock made her cunt tingle from the sensual stimulation, leaving her pussy unsatisfied. With some cuntal stimulation, she could enjoy the ecstatic orgasm her libidinous inclinations craved.
The boy plugging her asshole was making animal like grunts as his fucking tempo increased. She felt his cock digging deep into her anal canal. He made one final thrust, pulling her hips towards his burrowing prick. "A WWwrrr!" he growled as he held her buttocks firmly pressed into his groin. Janet's ass was filled with his viscous discharge. The sticky fluid temporarily kept his cock from leaving its erogenous sanctuary.
The tight rectal muscles reluctantly relinquished its hold on his shriveling dick.
The tight rectal muscles reluctantly relinquished its hold on his shriveling dick.
The two boys Janet had serviced were very vocal in their admiration of her sexual attributes. Frank designated a second team to take her on. She was surprised that they also chose the same method of sexual contact. An argument ensued over which boy would fuck her ass. Frank settled the discussion by flipping a coin. The winner had the pleasure of enjoying her ass.
It became mechanical with her. Their sexual congress with her wore off some of the erotic fascination she held. There was no variation to the act. It was a repetition of the previous episode.
She sucked off the second boy with less effort. He was so hot that he came at the first caress of her tongue. The kid up her ass shot his load a few seconds later.
When the third team expressed a desire to continue the same method, she protested in mild exasperation.
"Don't you kids have any imagination? I'm getting tired of leaning over." She clasped her cunt and proffered it to them. "Honest, there are no teeth in my cunt. I won't bite your peters off!" she told them. "And don't worry about getting the clap! You're safer with me than some of the broads you screw around with on campus!"
Frankie and another boy were next. Considerately, he threw two couch cushions onto the floor. One for her head, the other, to place under her hips.
She began to tingle with the return of a voluptuous sensuality. The feeling was induced by the impending change in the sex pattern she had experienced. This time, she would have a gorgeous prick snuggling between her pussy's hungry lips! The anticipation of such a contact renewed the erotic delirium that permeated her body whenever her cunt was ravaged.
Janet positioned herself comfortably on the cushions. She exhaled a small sigh of welcomed rest.
Above her head, the boy who wanted his cock sucked crouched with his balls resting on her chin. She shifted him a little. Her hands moved him back a little so that there would be little effort on her part to eat him. Otherwise, she would have to raise her head. She wanted to be as comfortable as possible.
Her cunt vibrated to the touch as Frankie inserted his prick between the soft damp cuntal lips. He had a good stiff piece of meat! She hoped he knew how to use it. He had come too soon when she played with his dick. It would be a shame if he wasted that beautiful hard-on by shooting a load too soon!
Frankie surprised her! He pulled his cock out and reached for her cunt. Janet trembled with carnal excitation as he jammed two fingers into her moist hole and frigged her quim.
The fingers were deep in the throat of her cuntal mouth. Slowly, he brought the fingers out, maintaining contact with the flesh. He moved upward towards the eagerly awaiting clitoris. She felt a delicious prickling sensation as his thumb and forefinger rubbed the sentient turgid piece of that venereal node.
Silently, she cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me! Stick your piece of meat into my cunt!" Janet hoped her mental urgings would be heard. She wanted her anxious twat to be impaled by his hot stiff rod.
Instead, she received a demand from the boy crouched above her to start sucking him off. Janet tried to concentrate on the cock she vacuumed into her mouth. The faster she got rid of him, the better she could enjoy the teasing of her pussy.
It was a little disconcerting trying to suck the kid off while Frankie played with her twat. At some other time, it wouldn't be a problem! This time, it was different!
The hand on her cunt was making her snatch ache with passionate longings. Janet managed to induce the orgasmic ejaculation of the orally imbedded prick. The boy stood up. She was now free to devote her attention to the rapturous emanations that flowed from her tantalized quim.
Frankie stopped toying with her and shoved his cock back into her sweating coosy. She groaned in ecstatic bliss at the erogenous contact.
"Ohhhmmmm!" She rolled her tongue over her lips to heighten the voluptuous taste of the cock that quivered inside of her twat.
The rhythmic pistoning began. His prick moved in and out. His penile mobility was unhurried as it probed salaciously in her throbbing hole.
This kid knew what that thing between his legs was for and how to use it! Shooting his load earlier gave him staying power now!
As his plummeting shaft descended into her cuntal cavern, he grounded his hips. This created a frictioning contact that stirred up intense sensual vibrations. In response to his slowly gyrating crotch, Janet answered him with sensuous twists of her pelvis.
She looked up to see his grinning face peering down at her. His eyes appeared to be taunting her. "You're good!" she told him, hoping her compliment would inspire him further.
A ripple of tantalizing pleasure rolled along the walls of her vagina. She was in the throes of erotic delight. The ripples widened, spreading upward through her stomach. Frankie's cock was eliciting strong erotic vibrations inside of her.
"Ooooo! That's the way, baby!" she crooned in a husky voice. "Fuck me, fuck me! Harder and faster!" she urged.
His cadence increased. His pelvis struck her hips as he moved his prick into her fermenting snatch with quicker strokes. Inside her venereal labyrinth, Janet felt the incandescent glow increasing.
Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated her respiration. Fucking with these kids had turned her on! The grunts quivered from her lips. "Uhhrrr, Uhhrrr!" Her voice rose in excited approval. "Ooooo! That's it, that's it! Keep pumping harder and faster! I'm gonna come! Hurry, hurry! Shoot your load with me!" she urged.
He started to grunt from the exertion of frenzied thrusts. His prick was like a rocker arm pistoning rapidly into a housing box.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced. "Mmmmm! That's it, that's it! Uhh! Uhh! Ahhrrggg!" The last sound from her throat was a growl of ecstatic bliss.
A forceful spray of male come mixed with the deluge that foamed in Janet's cunt. The hard short bursts of jism struck the sensitive walls of her snatch. She felt the staccato throbbing in her cunt as convulsions of sexual pleasure shook her body.
He lay on top of her in triumphant exhaustion. His body was heavy. She didn't mind the weight. Every nerve in her tingled. She savored the exquisite piquant thrills of her multiple orgasms.
Frankie withdrew his shrinking prong. The stub of his withered cock glistened with a mixture of their mutual come.
It wasn't the best fuck she ever had but Janet considered it one of the most exciting. Having a good fuck was a state of mind! The right person, the right mood, the right place were the ingredients necessary for a good piece! Frankie and his group helped to bring this situation about!
The rest of Frankie's frat brothers were anti-climactic. There were still the pledgees! They hadn't had their opportunity to enjoy her sexual wares!
Janet had an inspired thought. She'd take on the remaining five boys, all at the same time! Just contemplating the venture excited her. The remaining audience of spent studs would also get an erotic charge from the scene.
"Tell you what I'm going to do!" Janet declared. "I'm going to take the five of you on at the same time! How does that grab you?"
"Hey! This we gotta see!" Frankie exclaimed. "Let's see you do it!"
She saw their enthusiastic reaction to her offer. Lying down on the floor, Janet raised her legs. She directed one of the boys to plug her asshole. His prick pushed past the elastic sepia lips. He held her legs while the second youth faced him and stuffed his cock into her cunt.
Janet wriggled her hips in salacious acceptance of the dual insertion. She loved the fit of their young dicks. The third member of the quintet was Alan. He squatted over her face. His hot eager cock ready to be devoured!
The last two members knelt at her sides. She reached out, curling her fingers about their hard-ons.
"We're all set!" she declared. "Start fucking!"
The penile plugs in her twin holes started to pump in lascivious thrusts. Janet understood their eagerness. She envisioned the sensation they were experiencing. Their sensitive pricks abraded by the erogenous velvetness of her rectal and cuntal linings. Thinking about it made her vaginal wall sweat.
Her talented mouth absorbed Alan's entire cock. She rolled her tongue, wrapping the warm moist spatula about the imprisoned dick. His prick was teased by the tantalizing brush strokes of her skilled tongue.
Janet's palms caught the heat of the stiff flesh held captive in her hands. Their carnal fever penetrated her hands and fed the fires of passion burning inside of her. Her fingers stroked their cocks in a rapid firm massage. She closed her eyes to add to the erotic intoxication that filled her senses.
The cocks in her hands pumped in tandem with her strokes. Her cunt and asshole caught the frenzied friction of pistoning pricks. Alan began to fuck Janet's mouth with an increased cadence.
This was it! Soon her five squires would be rewarding her with their orgasmic tributes!
Their erotic rapture was contagious. She caught the voluptuous excitement churning in their loins. Her pussy was having a lascivious fit as the orgasmic throbbing increased. A plunger was pushed! Five climactic detonations went off almost simultaneously.
Janet caught the pulsating contractions in her hands. Jism squirted out, splattering against her neck and face. Seconds later, the prick in her ass released its hot load, followed by a heavy discharge of molten jism in her twat. Alan shot his wad last, flooding her throat with his orgasmic ambrosia.
Strong contractions pushed out her contribution of love juices. It was heavy and thick. A muffled murmur of ecstatic rapture filtered past the imprisoned cock. "Mmmmm!"
She released her hold on the two cocks in her hand. Alan withdrew his prick past her compressed lips. The last two members reluctantly uncoupled their dicks from the twin holes.
Janet lowered her legs and stretched in salacious satisfaction. "Ahhrrr!" she groaned in sensual gratification.
"Boy! That was fantastic!" Frankie exclaimed. "You gotta do that again with the rest of us!"
She smiled. "Give me about ten minutes to unloosen the muscles in my legs. You'll all get a crack at me!"
Janet laughed at her little joke. This was the best session she had as a hooker.
CHAPTER NINE
The session at the frat house turned into an overnight affair. Janet left the following morning with the promise her services would be used again soon. Balling with these younger men had been exciting and fun.
It was 9:30 by the time she returned to Harvey's apartment. He was still asleep. Janet took advantage by lying down for a quick nap. The boys had kept her awake most of the night.
She was roughly awakened by Harvey at eleven.
"Sleep on your own time, not mine!" he snapped. "Get dressed! I need you for a special job."
She showered and dressed, hurrying to avoid Harvey's anger if she delayed. She managed to squeeze in a quick cup of coffee. Fifteen minutes later, they were in Harvey's silver Continental driving through the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey. It took them about an hour to reach an impressive suburban home in Short Hills.
Looking over the group, Janet guessed it was some kind of a pimp's convention. There were six other men, black and white, with one of their women. All of the girls were made to strip. From the conversation, she guessed it was going to be some kind of a contest. Thousands of dollars were being bet on the outcome.
The seven girls were herded into a converted gymnasium. Fourteen strands of rope dangled down. At the end of each rope was a nipple ring. Their arms were tied across their chests underneath their tits. The rings were fastened to the nipples. Curved twin dildos were stuffed into their cunts and assholes. They had to stand on their toes to relieve the strain on the sensitive nodes.
Each of the pimps picked up a cat-o'-nine tails. They shifted positions so that no pimp flogged his own girl.
The vibrators were turned on and the pimps began to flog the girls.
Janet's cunt reacted to the lascivious pulsations of the vibrator's initial throbs. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the first blow to be delivered on her back.
SHWAPP! the lashes whistled through the air and struck her across her croup. She squeezed her eyes in a tight shutter. The first blows of any beating were always the worst.
The vibrating dongs in her holes were filling the confined erogenous spaces with voluptuous throbs. She welcomed the tantalizing vibrations. It helped to counteract the excruciating pain from the lashes.
SHWAPP! SHWAPP! Two quick blows slashed across her tender flesh. One cut across her buttocks, the second blow caught her across the small of her back. Janet fought to keep her body from flinching too much. The nipple rings were digging into the sensitive tips. Any excessive move created extreme pain.
She glanced to her left to see how that girl was faring. The girl's face was twisted in agony. Her body was swaying slightly and the rings were pulling on the nipples.
Janet knew that limited movement would reduce the pressure on her nipples. She tried to keep her extended frame from swaying too much.
One of the girls screamed out in agony. "My tits, my tits!" she shrieked. "Stop, stop! They're going to rip off!" Her cry rose to an hysterical shout.
"One down, six to go!" a pimp declared.
SHWAPP! SHWAPP! Janet's back felt the sting of two sharp lashes. She pressed her nails into her back to take her mind off the pain. Her teeth dug into her lower lip to increase her distraction from the severe whipping.
The vibrations grew stronger in her holes. Thousands of prickling needle-like sensations pierced the erogenous muscles. The feeling filtered through her flesh, radiating through her body. Her buttocks felt as though it had fallen asleep. A cutting blow from the lashes helped to wake her ass up.
Two more girls screamed out their surrender. Janet was determined to beat out the remaining three contenders.
A groan of ecstatic anguish trickled from her lips. "Ohhmmmm!" Her venereal entrails were rocked with two quick orgasms. The muscles in her calves were tightening up from the strain of standing on her toes.
She was waiting for the moment when the excruciating pain would push her over the threshold into ecstatic oblivion.
A warm sticky moisture coated her back. The cruel lashing had opened her flesh. She was aware of an erogenous soggy sensation in her teat. Some of it managed to trickle past the phallic impaction. Janet felt the escaped come moving down her thighs in a slow dribble.
The strain on her legs were too much. Janet relaxed for a moment and the rings pulled on her tit nipples. She endured the pain, biting her lip. The brief respite of relaxation helped her to absorb two more strokes from the nine tails.
She resumed the position when two vicious strikes caught her on the asscheeks. Rising up on her toes, Janet continued to absorb the punishing whippings.
Her vaginal and rectal sheaths were numb. The needle-like drilling had dulled all sensations. She had lost track of the orgasms she had. Only the tormenting slashes from the whip occupied her mind.
Two more girls dropped out, screaming for their release.
It became a challenge now to Janet. Would she be able to outlast her rival? She turned her head to look at her opponent. The girl's face was ashen. She gave Janet an apprehensive look. In that moment, Janet knew if she could hold out a little longer, she would win!
All she needed was the transition from pain to ecstasy. "More, more" she shouted. "Beat me, beat me! Harder, harder!" she urged.
Her exhortation had a two-fold purpose. Her first reason was a psychological one. She wanted the other girl to think she could endure more pain. The second reason was to induce the ecstatic sensation of feeling pain.
The remaining pimps urged the other two men to beat the girls harder. Janet trembled with rapture as the pain changed to a voluptuous thrill. More juices seeped through her cuntal walls as her loins exploded with exhilarating orgasms. Her senses were filled with erotic intoxication.
She tried to restrain herself from writhing too much. The rings were pulling on her nipples. The sweet sensual rapture that coursed through her tortured frame was heavenly.
"I give up, I give up! No more, no more!" the other girl cried out.
"I win, I win!" Harvey shouted triumphantly.
The beating continued. Janet was oblivious to the pain. She savored her victory. The money she had won for Harvey was secondary. Her elation was in enduring more pain than the other girls.
Harvey stopped the pimp from beating her.
"I'll give you ten thousand and two of my girls for her," one of the pimps offered Harvey.
"Are you kidding? This kid is a gold mine!" he replied.
The plugs were removed from her two holes. When her nipples were freed from the rings, Janet resumed a normal stance. Her body was a mass of tingles.
Her lower trunk and legs seemed to be void of any sensation. Janet's knees buckled and she fell down in a seated position. She had bitten her lips and she tasted her blood. The lip had swelled.
With the ordeal over, Janet was acutely aware of excruciating pain. Every nerve fiber in her body cried out in agony. She made an effort to rise. No one offered to help her up.
There was a shower-room off the gymnasium. She joined the other girls to wash up. This time there was no special ointment to take care of the bleeding welts. Janet knew she would bear the ugly strips on her back for the rest of life.
"How the hell can you take such a beating?" one of the girls asked. "You must really dig that scene!"
Janet shrugged. "You know what it's like hustling! If you don't make it, your man beats the shit out of you. Sometimes, it's worse than getting a beating from someone else! Eventually, you get used to it."
Some of the other girls nodded.
Janet adjusted the water to a tepid temperature. That didn't help much! The spray of the water aggravated the stinging pain of the open wounds. She jumped out of the shower, wincing and making little sounds of anguish.
"I have a small jar of vaseline in my purse. I keep it handy for the guys that dig Greek style. For what it's worth, I can smear your back with it," a girl offered.
Janet was grateful for the offer.
The group dressed and returned to the room with the pimps.
"Take off your clothes!" the pimp who owned the girl that lost to Janet, ordered.
"But I just got dressed!" she replied with a hint of a whine in her voice.
"I don't give a damn!" he snarled. His face was a dark scowl.
The girl recognized the warning signs. Her clothing was shredded in record time.
"Get down on your hands and knees!" he snapped. She assumed the position.
"Okay! You can wet her down!" he announced to the other pimps.
They unzipped their flies and peed on the girl's back.
Janet saw the look of humiliation on the girl's face. She could appreciate the emotional reaction to this act. The girl emitted a low groan of pain. Her raw wounds were irritated by the acid in the urine.
The other girls watched the degradation of one of their sisters in trade. Their faces mirrored their em-pathetic responses.
The lashes were handed out to the pimps. Each of them took turns in beating the unfortunate girl. She screamed out, her voice a hysterical plea.
"Please, please, Mickey! No more, no more! You're killing me! I won't be able to move or turn any tricks. Have a heart! You're killing me!" she screamed tearfully.
"You no-good bitch!" he cursed. "I lost two thousand dollars on accounta ya! I'm gonna get my money's worth outta ya hide even if it kills ya!"
This was a savage unwarranted attack. Janet knew the poor girl would be unable to take much more punishment.
"For Chris's sake, Harvey! Stop it before he kills her," Janet pleaded.
He turned angry eyes on her. "Mind your own fucken business!" he snarled. "It serves her right for losing. You could be there in her place! And if you don't shut up, I can arrange it for you!"
She backed up, trying to withdraw and become less conspicuous. Trying to assert any rights would be a disaster. Janet had no wish to change places with the unfortunate victim.
A woman came running into the room. Janet had never seen her before. "Cops!" the woman announced. "I locked the door! Hurry, hurry!"
The merciless beating stopped at the announcement. For a brief moment, everyone was immobilized.
"Is there a way out of here?" a black pimp asked.
"Sure!" the owner of the house replied. "But they'll be looking for us to duck out. Look, we'll all go upstairs and sit down at the card table. The broads will wait down here. Peggy, here, will wait to make sure the coast is clear. Then you broads hit the road! You're on your own getting back to the city."
Janet hurried to help the abused girl to her feet. She helped the tearful sobbing figure to dress.
"Here!" Harvey handed Janet a stack of bills. "There's ten thousand dollars there. Don't lose a cent of it! I'll see you back at my place."
Janet stuffed the bills into a purse. She was concerned with the tragic figure she helped to dress.
The seven pimps went upstairs. Janet stood waiting. She was fearful they would be discovered. She had never been arrested. The thought of being arrested with Harvey's money in her purse frightened her.
They couldn't hear any sounds from above. Apprehension shown on their faces. Peggy stepped outside of the house. She returned in a few seconds.
"When you take off, scatter! Don't all stick together! You'll stick out like a sore thumb! Seven sorry looking broads!" Peggy said.
"Stick with me!" Janet said to the suffering girl.
She half dragged, half carried the girl. There was a large hedge in back of the house and Janet pulled her through it. "My name's Janet! What's yours?"
"Ohhrrr!" The girl groaned. "Donna!" she gasped. "I don't think I can make it!"
"Sure, you can, Donna!" she assured her. "There's a road over there. It has to lead to a house. We'll make it to a house and tell them you were hurt. Then we'll call for a cab and get the hell out of this place."
Janet staggered, supporting the dragging body. They hurried to the road and found a house. A man answered the door. Hearing Janet's concocted story, he wanted to call the police. She insisted on calling a cab only. Reluctantly, he called the cab company.
He helped Janet put Donna into the cab. Donna groaned in agony. Her tortured body made sitting in the cab difficult.
"Hey! She ain't gonna get sick in the car or give birth, is she?" the cabbie asked anxiously.
"Don't worry!" Janet answered. "She had a little accident."
"You want me to drive ya to a hospital?"
"No! Just take us to the New York side of the Lincoln Tunnel!" Janet ordered. "What? Are you kidding?"
She pulled a hundred dollar bill from her purse and tore it in half. "When you drop us off in New York, you can have the other half."
"For this kind of dough, I'd take you to the moon!" he answered.
"Just get us to New York, huh?
He accelerated and the car lurched forward. Donna emitted a series of agonized groans.
"Hang tough, Donna!" Janet encouraged. "Once we get to the city, we'll take care of you."
"Thanks, Janet! I appreciate what you're doing for me!"
"It's the least I can do! After all, if I hadn't won, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in now!" Janet said.
As the car sped towards New York, a crazy thought came to Janet. What could Harvey do to her if she ripped him off? She had ten thousand dollars of his money! That was more than enough for a stake! She could leave New York and go someplace else. She could even take Donna along with her!
What the hell! A lot of hookers became madames and made a fortune! Why couldn't she?
The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her.
After they visited a doctor, she would broach the idea to Donna. As for going back to their apartments to pick up some personal things, the hell with that! They could always pick up new ones later.
Janet smiled. She was looking forward to her new career.
CHAPTER TEN
In New York, Janet took Donna to a medical building. The doctor asked a lot of questions. Janet gave him a contrived story about Donna's husband beating her. He treated Donna and gave her a prescription.
After filling the prescription, Janet offered her plan to Donna. The offer was eagerly accepted.
"What do we do now?" Donna asked.
"We grab a cab out to LaGuardia and grab the first plane out wherever it's going?" Janet replied.
"I thought you wanted to go to Phoenix?"
"If we can catch a direct flight, fine! Otherwise, we'll try for a connecting flight!
At the airport, they were able to get a plane to Chicago. From there, a connecting flight brought them into Phoenix. Six hours after they boarded the plane in New York, they arrived in Arizona.
They spent a week at a motel, luxuriating in the inactivity of casual living. The brief vacation gave both of them an opportunity to recuperate from the beatings they had absorbed. During their rest, Janet located an apartment. A month after their arrival, they were in business.
Janet booked the rough trade business for herself. Donna offered to handle some of the trade but Janet refused. As their business increased in clientele, Janet added various erotic gadgets and equipment to her stock. She added a small library of sex manuals to their apartment. Janet was interested in devising new ways of satisfying their customers.
In response to her request, Donna shaved off her cunt hairs. The naked sight of their pubes always elicited admiring remarks from the Johns.
One of the hotels had a convention of salesmen. The two women had appointments with two salesmen sharing the same room. The men introduced themselves as Big Dick from Boston and Little Joe from Kokomo.
"I hope that has nothing to do with your equipment," Janet jokingly laughed.
Little Joe made a grab for her. "C'mere, honey! I'll show you how big my equipment is!"
"I believe you!" Janet answered, politely pushing him away. "We're here to entertain you and for the money you just paid us, that's what we intend to do. Now, just take off your clothes and relax. The fun and games will come soon enough."
She waited until they had stripped. They sat on the edge of a bed and waited for her to start something.
Janet had rehearsed a new routine with Donna. Donna remained standing, motionless. Janet unbuttoned Donna's blouse and removed it. She stepped in back of Donna, unhooking her bra and slowly peeled it away from the encased tits.
Slipping her hands from behind Donna's back, she cupped the large pointed tits. As she fondled the succulent boobs, Janet said in a sultry voice, "Look at these lovely tits! Oh, how beautiful they are to hold and to suck on! Soon, they will be yours to do with as you please!"
Her fingers slid down to the roseate tips and softly squeezed the areolae to make the tips more prominent. She brought her hands down to the waistband of Donna's slacks and unfastened them.
The pants dropped down around her ankles and Donna stepped out of them, revealing a black laced bikini panty. Janet slipped them off, exhibiting the shaved pussy.
"Feast your eyes on this lovely cunt!" Janet declared. "Or if you would rather feast on it, it's there for your pleasure. You can fuck it or suck it! Either way, it will give you a thrilling moment!"
Her fingers caught the puffy lips and parted Donna's cunt. "There it is! Have you ever seen such a luscious sight? It's there for your pleasure! Put your cock into it, frig it with a finger, or swab her hole with your tongue!"
Donna thrust her hips forward in a provocative gesture and squirmed in a sensuous wriggle. Janet released her hold and Donna turned around, showing off her soft rounded ass. She bent over and exhibited her buttocks to them.
Janet clutched the asscheeks, separating them to display the sepia crinkled hole hidden between them.
"Would you like something different for a change? Here is a new whole concept, if you will pardon the pun! Imagine a hole, tight as a virgin's cunt, that can bring you a thrill you never would believe! Here it is! Waiting to serve your wildest dreams!"
Donna rotated her ass in a sinuous grind. Janet looked at the prominent hard-ons protruding from the crotches of their audience. "Be patient a little while longer!" she said. "It's my turn to show you what you're going to get!"
Janet removed her clothing, using the same teasing strip. She rubbed her hands over her body in a slow sensual caress. Her lips puckered into a kiss and she emitted a prolonged kissing sound.
She captured her tits and squeezed the firm ripe balls of flesh. "Ooooo!" she cooed in ecstatic rapture.
"Wait until you feel these lovely boobs! And how about this?"
Janet's hands slid down her body and caught the thick cuntal lips. She pulled the lips apart, exposing the pink-red interior. Pushing her hips forward, she undulated her pelvis in an obscene grind.
"Here's something to whet your appetites! A moist juicy pussy! Imagine your cocks swimming inside or your tongues nibbling away at it! This is something you should like!"
She turned her back to them and showed them her ass. Bending over, she pulled the buttocks apart. Janet inserted a finger into the puckered sphincter. "Oooooo!" she murmured in a low lascivious squeal. "Wouldn't you love to have your hard dick pumping away here?"
Straightening up, she smiled at them. "Name your brand! We're here to please!"
Big Dick jumped up and reached for Janet. Little Joe invited Donna to join him on the bed. Donna got on her hands and knees. Little Joe took her from behind, stuffing her inviting rectum with his ample cock.
"Suck me off!" Big Dick ordered. "I'll get to your other goodies later!"
Janet knelt down in front of him. She gazed at his long thick cock, poised and waiting, a challenge for her skilled mouth. She curled her fingers about the hot stiff flesh, feeling the strength and fire emanating from it. It was a good-sized hard cock. A palm cradled the heavy agates suspended behind the formidable prick.
Her mouth opened in a small "O". She closed her lips over the bullet-nosed tip. Janet's cheeks collapsed as she vacuumed in his cock in a slow pull. The dusty pink corona vanished between her compressed lips. In a gradual suction, she absorbed half of his shaft.
She rode her compressed lips up and down over his shaft. Her moist warm lips were like the erotic labia of a cunt. Big Dick's cock was laved with a thick coat of her saliva.
Janet's sheathed teeth kneaded the raw incalescent cock. Her jaws worked over the absorbed portion of his prick while her tongue lavished licentious licks along the shaft. The flattened blade of her tongue pressed the sensitive underside of his shaft.
"Oh, you cocksucker!" he exclaimed in erotic approval. "Eat me good, baby! Ohhh! That's the way! Blow out my pipes! That's the way to eat it!"
Her mouth attacked his rock hard dick with renewed enthusiasm. Janet's tongue rolled and twisted around the absorbed prong with swirling licks. She continued to fondle and caress his balls in a gentle massage Janet nibbled on his cock, drawing the rest of his shaft into her oral prison. She was proud of her feat, absorbing his large cock without gagging.
The teasing licks of her tongue continued to titillate his sensitive erogenous member. Big Dick remained stationary during the early oral manipulations. From time to time, he offered approving comments on her efforts. As the tantalizing oral caresses increased his lust, he rocked from side to side. The rocking motion changed to measured penile thrusts. He started to fuck her mouth in tandem with her oral movements.
His prick pistoned in and out of her lips in frenzied strokes. The balls in her palm twitched. Warned of his oncoming climax, Janet grabbed the base of his prick to keep from being stabbed in the tonsils.
She aligned her throat and mouth with his cock to ingest his come without any effort.
A thick stream of hot jism flooded Janet's throat. She caught the copious spending without trouble. Her compressed lips against the shaft caught the throbbing pulsations of his penile convulsions. She kept ingesting the glutinous come until it stopped. His hard prick lost its rigidity.
Janet milked out the remaining come with her lips. Opening her mouth, she released her oral grip on the detumescent cock. His prick slipped from her mouth in forlorn departure. A thin white strand of come and spittle was attached to his cockhead. She rubbed a finger across her lips and broke the connection.
"You're one of the few women I've had that have been able to eat my whole cock!" Big Dick said. "You've got talent, baby!"
"I hope you'll remember that when it's time to tip!" Janet smiled.
Her eyes shifted to the coupled figures on the bed. Little Joe's turgid piece of flesh was grinding inside the pliant confines of Donna's asshole. Donna shifted her ass in a sinuous twist, adding to the abrasive friction of her rectal muscles on his prick.
He pumped his hips faster, lending more impetus to his strokes. Donna caught the tempo of his movements. She rocked her ass in frantic coital thrusts. His cock moved faster and harder. The pistoning shaft was rammed into her tight hole with stronger thrusts. His battering prick shuttled in and out at an accelerated pace.
Janet watched his balls flailing at the insides of Donna's thighs. His hips bumped into her fleshy buttocks with each forceful thrust. Janet listened to his heavy grunting from his exerted efforts. The couple's bodies shuttled back and forth in frenzied action.
Janet moved to the rocking bodies. She pressed a finger into Little Joe's asshole. "Here, let me help you!" she offered. Her inserted finger frigged the tight asshole.
His hips jerked in a reflex action at the unfamiliar invasion. Janet moved her finger along the soft resilient rectal muscles. He responded to the lascivious massage.
He fucked Donna's ass harder and faster. Little Joe made one last shove, burying his shaft to the hilt in her rectal sheath. His trembling body became rigid as the first burst of come geysered from his spewing cock.
Janet's imbedded finger caught the orgasmic paroxysms. She felt the bolts of liquid lightning discharging into Donna's ass in the tip of her finger. The forceful emissions grew weaker. Janet removed her finger.
"Man! That was some wild fuck!" Little Joe exclaimed. "That finger up my asshole was something!"
"Glad you liked it!" Janet replied. "Listen! What you need right now is a nice refreshing shower. How about you and I sharing one?"
"Why not?" he answered. "I'll bet it's nothing like I ever had before!"
Donna moved over to Big Dick. "Don't worry, honey! You'll get your shower with me!" She reached out to tease his dormant cock.
Janet brought Little Joe into the bathroom. They stepped into the tub. She closed the partition door and adjusted the water. She turned the shower head, letting the water spray over his front and back. He was covered with a film of water. Satisfied he was good and wet, Janet ordered him to turn his back to her.
Soaping a washcloth, she proceeded to soap his back. His back and shoulders were covered with a thick coating of soapy suds. The washcloth swept along his back towards his croup. Janet passed over the rounded slopes of his buttocks in a casual caress. Using brisk strokes, she soaped his thighs and calves.
As she moved along one thigh, she brought the washcloth to his balls. The fleshy sac received a coating of suds. Janet left a trail of soap along his perineum. Her cloth filled hand filled his ass crack. She lathered the tight puckered hole hidden between his buttocks. The sphincter was snowy white now.
He jerked his hips as the rough cloth scraped his asshole. His buttocks twitched and closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed.
She splashed water over his back to remove the soapy scum. 'Turn around!" she ordered. "The best is yet to come!"
Little Joe swung around to face her in eager expectation. Janet applied more soap to the cloth. She lathered his chest and stomach with perfunctory swipes of the cloth. She passed over his thighs and calves with the same hurried sweeps. The cloth returned to his abdomen. His hairy bush was saturated with the soap.
Janet's hand dropped on top of the slightly curved dork protruding from the center of the bush. The cloth scraped along the stiffened cock, leaving a wake of suds. Her fingers moved around the shaft below the crown. Exerting gentle pressure, she squeezed his prick. The chiseled cockhead seemed to swell in size. Janet studied the shape of his bloated tip.
She released her hold on his cock and knelt in a crouch in front of him. Cupping his balls, she lathered the fleshy sac. Her eyes rested on his prick, covered with a heavy coating of lather. Patches of pink flesh peeked out through the heavy clouds of white suds. Janet gripped his prick with her hand and began to jerk him off.
"Ohhhrrrr!" Barry moaned in sensual arousal. "That feels good!"
His body collapsed in a partial slump. He remained standing with his knees in a slight bend. Little Joe reached out to clasp her shoulders for support. Janet watched his face. His eyes were closed in blissful surrender to the erogenous stimulation. He bucked his pelvis in penile thrusts, matching the rhythm of her pumping fist.
"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's the way to go! Keep pumping, baby! Just... a... little... bit... more!" Each word was an effort as he strained to reach a climax.
"Now, now! Here ... it ... comm-meesss!" he announced. He rocked his hips in frantic pistoning thrusts. His cock was fucking her fist in violent agitation.
At his warning, Janet shifted her position. The first salvo from his firing piece passed in an arc over her shoulder. Another trajectory of the viscous fluid passed about a foot to her left. The force and frequency of his outpourings diminished. His rigid prick grew flaccid in her hand. She watched his hard-on wither.
Clamping her fingers about the shaft, she milked his cock down. The last vestiges of his come appeared as a large drop. It oozed out of his peehole. She wiped the washcloth across the crown, removing the final traces of his orgasm.
She tilted the shower head and the suds trickled off in multiple rivulets. The spray was centered on his shrunken piece. With deliberate intent, she turned the water to cold. He jumped as the icy force struck his prick and balls.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Cut it out!"
"That ought to cool you off!" she answered with a mischievous laugh. "But we'll get you hot again when you wash me down!"
She tossed the washcloth to him. They changed positions and she turned her back to him. Little Joe repeated her routine. He passed across her shoulders and back. A quick brush of the cloth against the back of her legs satisfied the ablution of that part. His cloth covered hand swept over the fleshy hillocks of her rump.
Janet had discovered all the men enjoyed this ritual. She and Donna incorporated the routine for any John paying fifty dollars or more. Janet enjoyed it as well. It was a relaxing act and offered an exciting change to the standard sex acts.
A voluptuous snowball seemed to roll down her spine. A chilling sensation gathered momentum as it plunged down her spine and bumped into her twat. This was one of the few occasions an erotic stimulation turned her on.
Little Joe shoved his hand between her thighs. Her cuntal slit was given a perfunctory swipe. He concentrated on the depression between her asscheeks.
Janet felt the rough cloth scrape the sepia puckered hole. The friction evoked a response in her other hole. Her libidinous inclinations were being gratified by the lascivious laving. The washing of her back was abrupt. After the brief lathering, he turned the spray on to her back. Without waiting for any comment from him, Janet turned around.
She waited for him to concentrate his lustful attention on her front. He started out by soaping up her cherry-tipped gourds. He paid special attention to each rounded globe, squeezing, rubbing, and fondling each boob. Each ruby disk was polished with care as he rubbed the coarse washcloth over the areola. Her nipples tingled from the friction.
Janet tilted her head back as the soapy cloth slid over her rib cage and along the slight swell of her stomach. The cloth made a brief stop over her shaven pudenda. It continued over her soft flared hips.
Little Joe lathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and shins. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the slit of her pussy. Janet groaned in pleasurable delight as the cloth passed along the cuntal crack to her ass.
She was enjoying this erotic interlude. The cloth filled hand swept back to the puffy lips of her twat. Her pussy purred as Little Joe scraped along the sensitive membranes of her vulva. She emitted ecstatic mewing sounds as the friction stirred new passions in her. He centered his attention on her clitoris. The exquisite piquancy of the contact filled her with rapturous delight.
"Ohhhrrrr!" she groaned in licentious approval. "That feels so good!" Her tongue flicked out and caressed her lips. She could taste the keen flavor of the carnal excitement filling her pores.
"Keep it up, Little Joe! Mmmmmhmmmmm! Oh, that's gooood! Keep rubbing! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted him. "Just... a ... little ... bit ... more!" Her words came out in choppy bursts.
He scraped the sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. He circled her waist, holding her upright with one hand. His other hand continued to rub her clitty with hard rapid strokes.
Janet's tits jiggled in an erratic dance as she wriggled in response to his sensual massage. Her pelvis rocked in violent coital movements.
"I'm ... coming!" she announced, her voice rising in an excited pitch. "Here ... I... come!... Quick! Frig me! Hurry, hurry!" she urged in a gasping agitated voice.
Part of this was an act. The orgasm churning in her venereal bowels was real.
He jammed two fingers into the throat of her pussy. The digital phallus sawed back and forth in hurried thrusts. Her body was a frantic mass of quivering flesh. She did a wild frenzied dance of writhing and senuous undulations.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured appreciatively. "After we dry ourselves, you have to fuck me! Oh, you really turned me on! A lot of guys think us hookers don't respond! Every once in awhile we get hot nuts like a bitch in heat! That's how I feel right now!"
"I've had a lot of prosties in my time but you two broads are the best, pound for pound," Little Joe said.
A loud banging on the bathroom door interrupted him. "Hey! Hurry up in there!" Big Dick demanded. "It's my turn for fun!"
Janet and Little Joe stepped out of the bathroom. "How was it?" Big Dick asked. "Great!" Little Joe replied. "This is something you can get the little woman to go along with. She may not dig some of your other action but this is safe and sexy!"
Janet watched the other couple hurry into the. shower.
"You've got one of the best routines I've ever seen," Little Joe told Janet. "I'm gonna enjoy having you two for the rest of the night. But I'd like to share you two with a few of my friends. Is it okay if I invite a couple of them up here?"
Janet shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Sure, why not? As long as they pay for it!"
"That's no sweat! Think you can handle two more guys?"
"Why not make it four? Donna and I can take on three men at a time!" Janet boasted.
"Three at a time?" There was surprised disbelief in his voice.
"Sure! What do you think? It only happens in story books?" Janet said. "Picture this! One guy puts his hot dick up my ass while the second one is plugging my cunt! And while they're humping away, enjoying the tight holes, my talented mouth is eating the third cock, sucking out the lovely juicy come."
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Look at this!" He grasped his prick and waved it at her. "You got me hard again!"
"Well, let's not let it go to waste!" she invited. Reaching out, she cradled his hard shaft and caressed it with lambent strokes. "How do you want it this time?"
He pulled away from her. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Don't you want some action?"
"You bet! But I want to call my buddies before I get too involved and forget about it. They'd never forgive me if I didn't get them up here. You did say to invite four, didn't you?"
She smiled. "And just so you don't forget about me, while you're making your call, I'll keep your peter warm and ready!"
He was seated on the bed, holding the phone. She knelt between his legs and stuffed his cock into her mouth.
Janet made a mental note to send a donation to the policemen's fund of Short Hills, New Jersey. If they hadn't pulled that raid, she wouldn't be in Phoenix now. That was something to be grateful for and she wanted to show her appreciation.
