Western man prides himself on his ability to forge his own destiny. And yet many people find that they are not always able to rule their own fates. Oftentimes a single, traumatic event will change and reshape their lives.
There is the young girl who, after a brutal rape, becomes a bitter, frigid young woman. Or the bright, self-confident businessman who, after losing mast of his money in a poor stock investment, becomes a drunken derelict.
So, too, does fate play a trick on Denise Stockton. Unhappy with her marriage, she takes a lover who opens up new vistas of pleasure to her, then leaves her stranded in that most carnivorous of towns, Las Vegas. Broke and alone, Denise is helplessly drawn into selling her body in order to survive. And although she attempts to bring her life into some semblance of normalcy and respectability, vowing to get out of the trap she has unwittingly fallen into, the task proves hopeless. Circumstances run against her, miring her in a bog of depravity and degradation, propelling her to her fate.
HOOKER HOUSEWIFE -- the story of one avenge American woman who becomes the victim of circumstance. Her story is a warning to others never to forget that their lives are not always their own. It is a chronicle of one modem woman's destiny.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Denise Stockton nervously caressed her firm tits through the material of her filmy nightgown when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Clark. Her husband would have used his key and let himself in.
Yet, she was still nervous. She had been having the affair with Clark Hunter for over a month now, and she still got butterflies in her stomach every time he came over to fuck her.
The thin material flashed around her creamy legs as she ran to the door to let her lover in. Her slender hand trembled slightly, then with greater determination, she slipped back the chain and opened the door for Clark.
Hunter stood in the gathering shadows far a moment, then glided silent as a ghost into the dimly lit hallway. He was a middle-aged man but solid. He didn't believe in letting himself go to flab. His stomach was firm and hard, and his muscles were powerful -- Denise loved it when he pulled her body down hard against his and crushed her in his passionate embrace.
"Clark, you're late! What happened?"
"Sorry, doll, but the traffic's fierce tonight. I guess it must be the crowd from the baseball game that made things so rough. Did you miss me?"
He knew the answer immediately. Denise threw her arms around his neck and smothered his face with her wet, lustful kisses. Clark didn't mind the attention in the least. He loved the idea of having such a gorgeous brunette for a mistress. Denise had tits that were ample; not too big, but big enough. Clark thought that anything more than a mouthful -- or a handful -- was a waste of good tit flesh.
The man felt the aroused tips of Denise's boobs poking into his chest while she kissed him. His hands roved restlessly up and down her back and finally came to rest on the smooth lines of her taut ass. Denise was only twenty-two, but she had been married for five years. Clark would have smiled if Denise's mouth hadn't been so eagerly pressed against his.
Seducing her had been a snap.
Clark didn't have any delusions about his masculinity. He knew he was an attractive man and in good shape, but it wasn't every day a looker like Denise came along. When he realized that she'd never fucked a man other than her husband, it was simple to seduce her.
He sensed she was both tired of her husband, Ray, and curious about what she had missed by being married while other chicks were out laying every guy who came along.
Clark had met Denise at a party given by the real estate firm Ray worked for, and the rest was history. Their first meeting had been tense, then Clark had managed to break through the nervousness of the scene and fucked the hell out of Denise.
He knew that the five years of marriage to Ray had never given her an orgasm from the way she looked at him after he had finished reaming her tight, hot cunt.
Denise broke off the kiss and hung suspended from Clark's neck like a gorgeous, sexy necklace.
"Damn right I missed you!" she cried.
Clark studied the woman in the twilight of the hallway. He felt his cock growing harder and harder as he looked into her glowing eyes, eyes radiating nothing but yearning for his long, hard dick. Clark managed to break the hypnotic stare and look farther down the woman's well formed body.
When he came to the half exposed tits bulging up out of her nightgown like fleshy melons, Clark felt his cock snap rigidly to attention in the prison of his trousers. Those boobs were just too much for the man to look at without doing something.
Clark buried his face between the twin mounds of doughy flesh and began to lap and lick and kiss.
While his mouth was avidly at work stimulating Denise's boobs, Clark's hands began to squeeze the convenient handholds of her asscheeks. The meaty globes flowed under his powerful grip and made sure the woman didn't try to escape.
As if Denise wanted to!
She had been waiting all day for her raven haired lover to come. Ray had been out of town on a business trip for almost a week, and Denise had gotten so damned horny, she masturbated every morning and fucked Clark every night.
She felt the fires inside her cunt begin to burn with a fierceness that she never experienced with Ray. Her husband was simply unable to turn her on like Clark did.
Denise didn't know if it was because Clark was... illicit... or not. She thought it was very kinky to have a lover. It was also adultery, and her strict upbringing told her it was wrong.
But it was even, more wrong that Ray couldn't give her an orgasm. After five years of fucking, not once had she experienced an orgasm. The very first time Ray screwed her and took her cherry had been paradise. She had married him only to find that a silly teenager's notions of a good lay were different from what a more mature woman expected, needed.
The first time she had balled Clark had been paradise, too. But it was a completely different type of paradise. She had come with the pent up force of five years of almost constant fucking. The denied sexuality had found its release at long last.
Her morals told her it was wrong to keep meeting Clark while she was still married to Ray. But her cunt was the more dominant. It told her Clark was a good lover, that she needed him badly to feed her sexual fires, to satisfy her craving for a good lay.
The feel of his hands on her butt sent tingly sensations knifing into her cunt and made it water. His lips on her partially exposed boobs increased the woman's breathing rate until she was gasping for air. Denise sounded like a fish out of water, yet it was so damned nice!
The brunette felt her tits expand with the added blood as her frenzied heart pumped wildly. When her boobs felt like milk bags getting ready to explode, she gasped out, "Clark, oh, Clark! Fuck me! I need your cock inside me!"
The man lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom. All the while, his mouth never left her tits. Clark was getting off on mouthing Denise's knockers and wasn't going to stop now. When she was properly aroused and trembling with suppressed lust for him, then and only then would he abandon those succulent mountains of marshmallowy flesh and fuck the hell out of her.
Clark stumbled into the bed and fell full length on it, Denise crushed under his massive weight. Denise didn't complain. To her, this was the culmination of her day of patient waiting for her lover. This was her reward for being so calm and collected. Now, she'd get the screwing she so desperately needed.
How her cunt ached for long, vibrant cock!
The front of her nightgown fell open and fully exposed her heaving boobs to Clark's lusting gaze.
"Fuck me, Clark, fuck meeee! Ohhhh!"
The man moved his hand from her rounded buttcheeks to the youthful, firmly fleshed thigh. He had run his groping hand up the lily white pathway until it found the matted pussy bush hidden at the vee of the brunette's thighs. Clark's hand quickly shot up the tight, hot tunnel of Denise's flowing cunt.
Denise felt her lover's hand stroke upwards along her leg. The pressure on her thigh made her wiggle and tremble in anticipation. He was so close to her steaming cunt!
When Clark's finger dived into her frothy pussy, Denise cried out, "OOOOOOH YESSS!"
Her cunt hole was impaled by his digit. The woman wiggled and shoved her hips down in a vain attempt to fuck herself on his finger. The tiny rod was simply not enough for the wanton woman.
Clark knew that and immediately added a second finger up her twat. He loved the feeling of power he had over the struggling, naked beauty stretched out in front of him on the bed. Every time he wiggled his fingers buried up inside the woman's gushing twat, she'd begin to buck and hunch up to meet the thrust.
"How's that, sweetheart?"
He started to twist and flex his fingers in her hole at the same time. Denise felt searing knives of fire leap into her belly. Her cunt was on fire with the lust she held for Clark. She didn't want his fingers crammed up her twat.
Denise wanted cock!
"Fuck me! Your cock -- I want your Goddamn, long, hard, fucking cock in me!"
"Whatever you want!"
Clark's left hand had been stripping off his clothing while he diddled the brunette's pussy. By the time he had his shorts off and kicked aside, his right hand was completely drenched in Denise's cunt juices.
She was ready for his cock. More than ready.
Clark pulled his hand out of her cunt with a lewd smacking noise and ran his hands under her thighs. He quickly moved into position between her open, inviting thighs and shoved his crotch powerfully forward into hers.
As he moved forward on the woman's body, he flexed his arms and got her knees draped over his shoulders. In this position, Denise's cunt was split wide open for the entry of his cock.
Denise reached down and fumbled around for a moment in her haste to have Clark's dong inside her aching match. She couldn't focus her eyes because of the wild sensations assaulting her brain. She felt Clark's hands groping for her tits.
Every time he touched one of the marble topped crests, a flare of burning napalm scorched deep into her chest. Clark's hands began to knead the bulging globes of her boobs as if they were bread dough. Denise felt his fingers stroking and lingering on the slopes of the snowy cones, squeezing and letting her pliant flesh flow between them.
Those sensations filled her chest but feeling split apart by hanging her legs over the man's broad shoulders was even more of a turn on. Her dribbling cunt was stretched wide. She was completely exposed to whatever Clark wanted to do to her.
Finally, Denise's hand found the throbbing warmth of Clark's mighty prick. She gripped his hard-on and stroked up and down its length for a quick moment before dragging the meaty rod to her pussylips.
Denise felt the broad purpled crown press into her bloated gash. The jolts of sexual electricity that surged throughout her body made her moan in reaction.
She had to have him fuck her!
When Denise had grabbed hold of his tool, Clark almost came. The feel of her slender, clutching fingers on his cock was so erotic and sensual he had to exert his iron control to the utmost. He felt the hot juices of her cunt ooze out and dribble onto his twitching prick.
Clark allowed Denise to guide him forward a little more until his cock was buried about an inch up her twat. Then he stopped to revel in the fiery feeling of her steaming hole. Denise had the tightest and hottest cunt he had ever fucked.
Clark prided himself on finding virgin tight pussies, but Denise's was the best he had discovered so far. That was one reason he had stuck with her for over a month. The other reason was her enthusiasm. She was good in bed and getting better under his expert instruction. But she was so puppy dog eager to please him.
The man wondered how far he could go and still keep Denise jumping into bed at the snap of his fingers.
It was a matter he put to the back of his mind for the moment. Right now, he was too engrossed in the consuming fires blazing inside the woman's cunt. The heat surged out of her cunt tunnel like heat from a blast furnace. Clark felt the ripply pussy walls around his knob and knew that he wouldn't be able to keep still much longer.
He pushed his hips forward the slightest amount.
His dick seared an inch into Denise's eagerly awaiting, cock hungry cunt. As Clark's prick moved into her twat, he leaned forward. He shoved Denise's legs down to her belly and bent her pretzel fashion.
As her legs were pressed closer and closer to her stomach, her cunt was more widely exposed to Clark's long prick. He wasted no time in slowly gliding up the fierce, hot and clutching tight hole to the brunette's belly.
An inch short of being fully buried up Denise's cunt, Clark stopped. He gasped and began to moan from the emotions building in his body. His balls had tightened in to tiny, hard rocks that threatened to blast out their load of cum at any instant. His meat was being burned by the heat of her cunt. And the pressure all along the length of his cock made him fear his tool might be crushed flat.
With a mighty shove, he buried his cock balls deep up Denise's cunt.
"AAAIIEEE!" was her response.
Clark only gasped in reaction. He had shoved his pulsing rod fully up the woman's twat. Now he pulled out as fast as he could. There was an obscene, liquid squishing noise as he withdrew. A slight pop signaled when only the head of his cock remained in the woman's quim.
Clark's dung was completely drenched with Denise's twat juice now. His second trip up her seething cunt was faster, more powerful. He began a rhythmic fucking that was designed to drive Denise mad with insane lust for his prick.
Clark succeeded.
Denise felt like she was filled to over flowing with his massive dong. As Clark began fucking her man hole faster and faster, Denise noticed thousands of tiny things she had missed before. The cunt juice dribbling down her perineum and into her asshole tickled. The feel of Clark's foreskin sliding back on his cockhead stimulated her pussylips before he plunged powerfully into her cunt.
As he fucked her pussy, the brunette felt the flames of lust ignite in her belly. Her cunt walls rippled and contracted with the approaching orgasm.
Denise was lost in the wilderness of her body's sensations. In spite of the stretched feeling of having her legs draped over Clark's shoulders, she was in paradise. She couldn't remember when she had felt more aroused and hotter!
Clark had freed her of her sexual boredom and shown her the joys of orgasm. For that, she thanked him. Every time he fucked her, she thanked him. He could give her body the cock it needed for sexual release, and that was something her husband had never been able to do. Clark was just a damn good lay, and it was stupid comparing him to the mediocre and unimaginative Ray.
Denise tried to buck up and shove her cunt down even more over Clark's impaling prick. She was pressed firmly down into the softness of the bed's mattress by the weight of the man's body. But she didn't really need to move. Clark was doing a good job of screwing her. His long piece of meat rammed deep into her horny box. With the woman bent double and even more open to his fuck thrusts, Clark was burying his huge, iron hard cock fully nine inches up her cunt.
The fires inside Denise began to blaze with increasing lust. Soon, the lightest touch of Clark's cock drove her mad with lust. The feel of his wick twitching and throbbing with masculine vitality inside her pussy, the expanded head of his tool smashing into her cuntlips, the friction of his passage along her cunt walls all pushed Denise over the wonderful abyss of orgasm.
She climaxed.
"OOOOHHHHH! CHRIIIIST!" she screamed, she clutched fiercely at his back, scratching him.
Clark felt the sharp sting of Denise's fingernails raking his back. This drove him on to even faster fucking of her man hole. He felt the contractions of her cunt around his pistoning rod as she came. The velvety walls of her quim damped down on his prick like vise pipe. He felt like he would be burned to a nubbin by the incredible heat of her climaxing snatch. Clark sensed the liquid cunt juice dribbling out around the plug of his dick as he dammed full force into her spasming hole.
The heat and grasping tightness of the brunette's cunt became too much, even for a man with the control Clark possessed.
Clark climaxed.
He felt white hot cum boil up from his balls and slowly, agonizingly creep along his rigid dick. When the fiery tide was halfway down his cock, he felt as if he were rupturing at the seams. His dong fire hosed around inside her cunt and whitewashed the velvety, wet walls with sizzling fuck juice.
Spurt after long, gooey spurt of jism erupted from his prick, and Clark bucked and humped into Denise's cunt with all his might. As soon as the fierce tides of orgasm had receded from his body, Clark straightened and allowed Denise to drop her legs to either side of his body.
She had been bent completely double by his forceful fucking. Denise had received another wonderful screw that had momentarily sated her body's lusts.
Clark looked down into Denise's loving brown eyes as he smiled and asked, "Was it good enough, doll?"
"Terrific, Clark. Simply terrific! I wish I could have you around all the time. I get to feeling so damned trapped with Ray. It's enough to make me want to scream."
"Like you did a few minutes ago?" Clark teased.
"No, dammit! I feel like a prisoner around here. Ray goes off on his trips and leaves me all alone. If he'd only take me along with him... Oh, hell, what good would that do? He's so crummy in bed it makes me sick. Even more so now that I've found a well hung stud like you!"
Her loving eyes, filled Clark with pride. He had really gotten to this chick. The difference in their ages didn't matter at all. The way Clark looked at it, he could just fuck fifteen years better than her husband and thus satisfy her fifteen years better.
"Look, doll, why don't we just go on up to Las Vegas for the weekend? I can get away from my keeper..." Clark's voice trailed off for a moment when he mentioned his wife. Clark was so demanding and shrewish it made him want to kill her. But he knew better. She'd inherit all that bread as soon as her aunt kicked off, and Clark was no fool. He'd, be rich in another year or two. Until then, he could fuck around with chicks like Denise... "and we can live it up for a couple days. What do you say to that?" He knew what her reaction would be.
"Do you mean it, Clark? Las Vegas? WOW!" Denise managed to sit up and throw her arms around his neck. Clark allowed himself to be pulled down to the bed beside the eager woman. As his mouth met hers and their tongues began to erotically duel, he knew he'd be able to fuck her three, maybe four more times that night.
And in Vegas, hell, there'd be no stopping him with a dynamite chick like Denise!
Chapter Two
The jet plane touched down at McCarran International Airport and smoothly taxied to the terminal. Denise and Clark left the 727 arm in arm, the woman bubbling over with her enthusiasm.
"Oh, Clark, this is... is soooo great! I mean, I've never been to Las Vegas before?" The brunette lowered her voice slightly and continued, "And to be here with you..."
She didn't have to finish the sentence. Clark could tell what she meant by the way Denise squeezed down on his brawny arm. She was excited to be going anywhere since her husband had made it a point to leave her at home all the time.
"Well, doll, this is an exciting place." For good measure, he added, "And even more exciting with you here."
These were the words that she wanted to hear. She snuggled closer to him although the desert sun burned down brightly on them. They went into the terminal and found their luggage.
Clark told Denise, "I got us a room at the Stellar Hotel. It's the biggest and newest hotel in all of Clark County."
"Clark County? Did they name it after you?"
Clark laughed. "Hardly, though Heaven knows I've lost enough money in the casinos here that they should!"
They checked into the Stellar. As Clark signed the guest register with a flourish, Denise tugged at his arm and said, "Send the bags on up to the room and let's look around. This place is simply marvelous and so exciting!"
Clark sighed. He was getting horny having the lovely woman clinging to his arm so tightly. He wanted something even tighter around him.
Clark wanted her ultra tight cunt gripping down on his cock!
But he sighed and agreed. If Denise was satisfied with the looks of the hotel, she might be even hotter in bed. Row, the man couldn't imagine, but the thought of even more energetic fucking from the oversexed brunette turned him on in a big way.
"Lead on! Where do you want to go first?"
Denise looked around the massive lobby decorated with all types of outer space gear. A satellite sailed back and forth across the high lobby ceiling winking red and green lights at the patrons below. Space suits gleamed silvery bright from each corner of the room and scantily clad waitresses carried exotic looking drinks to the gamblers.
Clark found one red headed waitress with knockers that couldn't be believed. He idly considered how much silicone must have gone into her boobs to make them twin 45s, then was even more shocked when it occurred to him that her knockers might be for real.
To fuck her.
But Clark's mind was pulled back to the slender brunette by his side. Denise's youthful enthusiasm would more than make up for the professional expertise the redhead probably had.
"Clark, let's go watch the roulette wheel!" Denise didn't want to admit her ignorance, but roulette was about all she knew how to play. As they passed the crap tables, she was astounded to see stacks of hundred dollar bills being passed around like so much play money. At the roulette wheel, on the far side of the room past row upon row of slot machines, Denise was even more amazed at the stacks of large denomination chips that were won and lost.
"Clark, could we try it? Just once? Please?" Her voice was so plaintive, Clark momentarily forgot his intention of fucking her cross eyed the instant they walked into the hotel.
"Okay, doll, anything you want. Wait here for a sec..."
He went and bought ten dollars worth of chips and came back. Denise was hypnotized by the spinning silver ball and the red and black checkerboard of the wheel.
Clark said, "Let's bet this, then go up to the room. How's that sound to you?"
"Fine. But what'll we bet on?"
"You just take these five chips and bet on anything you want."
"But..." Denise started to protest, then said, "never..."
She resolved to do the best she could. The brunette watched a couple of the other players betting on either red or black. Hesitantly, she placed two chips on red.
The ball landed in a black notch, and she lost her bet.
"Oh, damn!" She was mad that she lost so she illogically placed one chip on red and one on black.
"Now, let's see me lose!"
Clark shook his head and decided that he might explain what she had done later.
"Double zero!" cried the croupier and pulled in all chips from the table.
Denise looked dumfounded. "That's not fair! I had a chip on both colors, and it came up green!"
"Them's the breaks, sweetie," Clark said.
"Hell!" Denise declared and tossed her last chip down onto the table. It landed to cover black thirteen.
As she turned to go with Clark to their room, the croupier called out, "Thirteen black the winner!"
Denise stopped far a moment, did a double take, then hauled in the seventy dollars she'd won. She threw her arms around Clark's neck and hugged him.
"I won! I won! Today's my lucky day!"
Clark mentally added, and mine, too doll.
Mine, too!
They went up the ten floors to their room and, when they entered, Denise caught her breath.
The sumptuous room looked like it was fit for royalty. Denise cried as she spun around looking at the gorgeous furnishings, "This is fantastic! I've never dreamed of such a lovely place!"
Clark said, "Any place with you in it, doll, is the loveliest spot on earth." He began stripping off his clothes, his cock snapping erect in front of his groin.
When Denise saw the sign of his lust twitching and throbbing in anticipation of being buried in her cunt, she felt herself begin to grow wet with lust. How she wanted his mighty rod crammed all the way up her cunt!
Denise got out of her clothing in record time. Clark watched, knowing that she could get out of her clothes faster if he didn't try to help her. Women's fashions had too many pitfalls, and he was hornier than hell. He didn't want to impede the progress Denise was making in getting naked.
And divinely naked, too. Her alabaster body gleamed in the light coming in through the open window. Neither of them even thought to close the drapes. They were on the tenth floor and what did it matter if someone did see them?
Clark swelled with pride at the thought that someone might see him putting the prick to a sexy chick like Denise.
His eyes drank in her beauty. Her tits bounced proudly in front of her chest, the cherry nubbins of her nipples cresting her snow white boobs. The rock hard pebbles traced out invisible figure eights as Denise moved. There was no sag in her twenty-two-year-old knockers, the nipples were slightly upturned and pointed directly at Clark. The mere sight of her boobs made his prick even harder than it had been -- something he had thought was impossible.
His coal-black eyes moved down her body to the deep depression of her navel. The shadows played hide and seek in this perfectly shaped well of belly button and seemed to flow down to the thatch of her pussy mound.
The triangle of Denise's muff was an arrowhead painted between her legs. When she stood with her legs slightly spread apart, Clark could see the sunlight outlining her pussylips. Tiny droplets of liquid lust sparkled in the matted fur of her bush and betrayed how excited she was, how badly she wanted his cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. Clark knew that Denise wanted him to fuck her. Seeing her arousal so graphically displayed, he knew how much she needed him.
Clark's eyes reached out and caressed the tender thighs and shapely legs of the statuesque brunette so gloriously naked in front of him. Her tiny feet completed the picture of loveliness. As her full beauty registered, Clark's cock began to bounce and throb and ache in lust. It was his turn to show her how badly he wanted to fuck her.
Clark went to his vision of sheer beauty and grabbed Denise, pulling her powerfully into his arms. He crushed her to his naked chest until the aroused nipples of her tits poked into him. Clark's lips crushed down hard on Denise's crimson red ones, then his tongue parted the lips and entered her mouth.
Once inside the dank cavern, he tasted the sweetness of her saliva and felt the roughness of her coral tongue. Their tongues twirled and railed around for a few minutes, then Clark broke off the deep soul kiss to nibble gently in Denise's perfectly shaped ear.
His tongue surged around the rim and made her writhe and moan and press her body even more firmly against his. Clark had long ago learned that Denise's ear was a sensitive erogenous zone. The feather-light touches he was giving her would drive her passions for him to the point of explosion. And when the brunette's passions were released, they would both find sexual fulfillment.
Clark kissed the tiny ear, then thrust his tongue cock-hard into the small channel. Denise moaned and began to claw at his back.
When the man gently gnawed on the pendulous earlobe, Denise went wild with sexual frenzy.
"OOOHHH! DAMN! Fuck me, fuck meeee! I neeeeed your cock inside meeee! I need your cock!"
Clark paid no attention to her pleas. He knew from past experience that she might not even be aware that she was saying anything at all. When Denise was aroused, her passions got the better of her, and she might do or say anything.
The thought of shutting her up gave Clark the perfect way of accomplishing the task.
With a slight grunt, he lifted her from her feet and dumped the wanton woman on the soft bed. As Denise opened her eyes, she found Clark's balls dangling inches away from her face. Clark had straddled her head and let his cock drift over her mouth.
The succulent rod of man meat was too tempting for Denise to pass up. She grabbed Clark's dick and immediately stuffed it into her greedy mouth. The taste of his prick was better than any rare steak, nicer than any gourmet treat.
It was simply cock. Simple and wonderful!
Denise took the crowned head into her mouth and began to suck on it. The purpled hood was still covered by Clark's foreskin. Using her tongue, she managed to move the thin membrane back off the purpled knob and expose the sensitive flesh underneath. Denise felt Clark shiver with delight as her tongue began to move under the tip of his dick. This tiny flap of skin was the most sensitive portion of his prick.
She made a special effort to lick and suck at the underside of his cock. The skin still wrinkled slightly, but as Denise took more and more of Clark's cock into her face, she could feel his tool expanding with the influx of blood from his wildly pumping heart.
Clark's prick throbbed and jerked inside the brunette's mouth. Denise had to fight to hold his rod in as it bucked with a passionate lift of its own. She accomplished this by sucking harder.
Gradually, the lovely brunette drew the massive rod of man-meat into her mouth where she could tongue it. She lavished long slurping licks on the entire length of Clark's stiff cock. His prick appreciated the attention, throbbing with a life of its own.
Clark's hips began to move of their own volition. He began to face-fuck the lovely woman underneath him on the bed. His dick slowly entered, then retreated from her mouth.
As the tempo built up, Denise began to change what she was doing. Instead of allowing her lips to kiss and caress the mighty piston of meat that fucked into her mouth, she clamped her teeth lightly along the incoming prick.
Clark cried out, "Oh, shiiit!" as he felt the carnal waves of sensation rocket into his balls. He almost came when he felt the young woman's teeth scoring along his cock. The hardness of her pearly teeth combined with the wetness of her mouth and the loving kisses from her lips all mixed together to form a sensual experience such as he had never before enjoyed. It drove him up the pinnacle of orgasm, and he almost popped his wad into Denise's mouth.
Clark controlled himself only through great effort. He didn't want to blast off into the brunette's mouth -- not yet.
He wanted more. Lots more of this mouth-love!
Denise wasn't going to let him rest, however. Her agile tongue swirled around the sensitive tip of his cock and wetly caressed his prickshaft until Clark felt the surge of his cum welling up inside his balls. When Denise started to really suck, he lost the battle.
Clark jetted out his jism into her wanton, eagerly awaiting mouth. Wad after wad of cum squirted from his cock. Denise swallowed every drop of the gooey white spunk and continued to suck, silently begging for more of his hot fuck juice.
Clark felt as if Denise would suck his guts out through the end of his prick. He continued to pump his spitting cock in and out of her mouth, fucking as hard as he could. When his dick began to wilt, Clark knew that it would be a few minutes before he could enjoy this mouth-fucking again. "Thanks, doll. Now's your turn!"
Clark's hands lingered for a moment on the smooth white thighs in front of him, then he pushed the satiny legs apart to expose the dark bush of Denise's muff.
Clark bent forward and immediately applied his mouth to the slick tissues of her open pink gash. He smelled the musky odor of an aroused woman, but he didn't have to rely on his nose to tell him that Denise was hot and willing.
The instant he saw the cunt juice welling out of the depths of her hole, Clark knew that Denise was horny. He caught up her pussylips in a lewd, erotic kiss, running his tongue along the puffy edges of the trapped twat lips. Clark made sure that he licked up every single drop of the cunt juice.
And he stimulated Denise to the point where she was constantly bucking and thrashing about under him, too. The touch of his tongue and lips on her bloated gash pushed her higher and higher up the peak of sexual fulfillment. The lightest caress with his tongue was like a flame thrower searing her guts. When his probing tongue thrust into Denise's greedy cunt, the beautiful woman came.
All the suppressed sexual desires she had penned up inside erupted in a mighty explosion. Clark was almost drowned by the increased torrents of cunt juice, but be held on and continued to slurp up the tasty, tangy fluid.
As Denise's body relaxed slightly from the orgasm she had experienced, Clark again shoved his tongue up her quim. He tasted the salty cunt juice, swirled his tongue around the pinkly scalloped inner pussylips and along her velvety cunt walls. He was lost in the wonderland of Denise's seething snatch.
His nose pressed firmly into her perineum while his chin rubbed her pussy mound. Clark began to move his tongue like a snake's, darting it in and out of Denise's dainty, pink-lipped cunt, each thrust allowing him to suck up more and more of the brunette's tasty twat juice.
Clark soon tired of this and moved backward a bit to find Denise's clit. The tiny pillar of pink flesh poked up and out of the flaps of her pussylips. He instantly engulfed the clit and began to suck as if his very life depended on it.
It was as if the slightest sucking pulled Denise's entire body off the bed. Waves of erotic sensation surged throughout her body when her lover touched her go-button. Explosions of carnal intensity began in her belly and spread throughout her cunt and up her spine. Warmth filled her body like water poured into a pot.
Denise was totally captivated by Clark's mouth on her passion bud. And Clark knew it. In fact it delighted him to know that he held her captive with nothing more than his mouth. He could suck and she would begin to writhe about with intense pleasure. He could flick his tongue across her clit, and Denise would cry out. Clark ran his teeth up and down the tiny spire that was the center of all of Denise's erotic sensations, and she came.
"AAAIIEEE!! OOOHHHHH GOD!"
Clark continued to torment the woman with his mouth and tongue. He wanted to bring her off again. He wanted to make sure that she knew it was a man sucking on her and not some twit like her namby-pamby, lousy lay of a husband.
The raven-haired man began to run his tongue up and down between the flaps of Denise's cuntlips. Each time he touched the rosy flaps, Denise cried out for him to fuck her.
He knew that lightning bolts were surging through her body. He wanted to bring them home to her brain. He wanted to completely fog her with lust.
Denise felt the light, tantalizing flicks of Clark's tongue along her puffy gash. And when his tongue plunged deeply into her cunt hole, electricity volted into her belly. Acid seared along her nerves every time Clark ground his chin into her pussy mound or wiggled his nose against her sensitive perineum.
Denise climaxed again when she felt the man's agile tongue invade her asshole.
As she glided down from her third orgasm, she knew that another wasn't far behind. The liquid feel of her cunt, the lightning-swift entry and exit of Clark's tongue into her twat hole, convinced her of that.
Denise tried to relax but couldn't. As Clark tongue-fucked her, she felt her body tense up again. Cunt juice gushed from her sheath and bathed his face with the thick, musky fluid. In an attempt to bury Clark's tongue inside her twat, Denise arched her back.
The attempt opened her cunt up even wider for the man's oral attentions, but it wasn't necessary. He was already surging as far as he could into her dribbling cunt.
Denise felt the tingle begin in her blood-filled pussylips, then spread into her cunt again. The tingle turned to jabs of sheer pleasure as the black-haired man's tongue continually found the deepest recesses of her quivering twat. Denise's cunt was filled with hard, thrusting tongue.
The jabs that seemed to spear into her belly turned into skyrockets. When the fireworks exploded in her brain, Denise climaxed again. All that could be heard in the room was a single sharp, loud cry from the woman and the lewd, obscene smacking noise as Clark continued to suck out all of the cunt juice he could.
In spite of his expert mouth, Denise's body was too exhausted to continue. Clark knew that his cock was likewise too tired for a good, hard and fast fucking. In a little while after they had rested, they would both be ready again.
Clark rolled off the woman and said, "Let's take a rest, Denise."
The brunette only hummed a dreamy, contented sound.
Chapter Three
Clark rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. He gazed at Denise and wondered about her for the thousandth time since he had met her. What was it that made him so hesitant about this relationship? Clark considered it to be merely another affair, nothing more.
Denise was a good lay, a damn good lay. Young, trim, enthusiastic and willing to try and do almost anything and yet then was a hesitancy whenever he saw her. He knew that she thought it was somehow sinful to fuck a man not her husband but that wasn't too big a problem.
Clark shrugged the feeling off and reached for a cigarette. He fumbled one out of the pack and lit it.
Ray, her husband was a real foal. He had kept a sex-bomb like Denise enclosed and dampened for five years. Ray had been smart marrying Denise. He was a fool for not making more use of her incredible sexual energies than he seemed to. Clark could only shake his head in wonder that Denise had never had an orgasm until he came along.
The black-haired man blew a lazy smoke ring out into the air, watching the smoke get caught in the breeze from the air conditioner and rapidly dissipate. Soon, there was nothing left of the smoke.
Clark blew another puff out into the room.
Denise finally stirred at the aroma of the smoke. She turned over and lovingly gripped at his arm and cock. Clark smiled a bit when the woman's slender fingers encircled his still slumbering dick. If she kept her hand there, his prick would wake up soon enough.
Then they could really fuck.
"Clark?" Denise's voice was quiet, almost pleading.
"Yeah, doll? What is it?"
"Do you love me?"
Clark furrowed his brow a bit. What the hell was this? He thought she knew the rules of the game as well as he did. He shrugged and decided to play along.
"Sure I do, honey. Why do you ask? Aren't you getting enough of my prick to keep you happy?"
"Oh, yes. Yes! It's just that... well, I'm going to divorce Ray. I just can't stand that bastard any longer."
Clark thought about it for a second. He didn't like the way the conversation was going. Fucking was a real groove, and he knew they both got off on it. But this was something else. This sounded like Denise was taking their affair too damn seriously.
"That sounds like something you just thought up on the spur of the moment."
Clark was careful about what he said. He didn't want to commit himself until he completely unearthed all the nasty little thoughts lurking in Denise's pretty head.
"No, I've been thinking real hard on this, Clark. I love you. And you love me. I'm going to divorce Ray, and you can divorce your wife. Then we can get married."
She lovingly squeezed on his arm and prick. Clark let out his pent-up breath and a gusty streamer of cigarette smoke gushed but into the room.
"What makes you think I want to divorce Clarice?" Clark wasn't a fool. With all, that bread his wife had coming, he could be as rich as any of those fat-assed Arab oil sheiks.
Denise looked up in surprise, her brown eyes wide. "Clark! We both love each other!"
She said it as if that was all there was to the matter.
"Yeah. So what? I love a lot of people and don't go around marrying them. Look, Denise, you're a damn good lay. You're one hell of a sexy broad... but marriage? Hell, no!"
Denise sat up in bed. She stared at Clark for a moment, in stark surprise, then said, "I don't believe it! You... you've been using me all this time, haven't you? You don't give a shit what happens to me, what I feel!"
Clark spun and rolled to his feet. He began putting on his clothes as he talked, "Sure I love you. But I'm not going to leave my wife. You can damn well divorce your old man if you want. That's your business. But between us -- that's purely physical. Dig?"
Denise sat crossed-legged on the bed, trembling in anger. Her tits shook slightly as her breath came faster and faster with the emotion she was showing. She was oblivious to the fact that, in this position, her cunt was widely exposed to the man in front of her.
"You... you beast! All you think of is sex!"
"And what's wrong with that?" Clark snapped back. "Are you any better? What were you thinking about when I balled you that first time? You sure as hell weren't thinking about the weather. Admit it, you got off on it."
Denise said nothing.
"Dammit, admit it! You hadn't gotten a good lay since you married that turd! If it hadn't been for me, you'd never have even known what sex could be like!"
Denise crossed her legs and hid her snatch from him as if feeling vulnerable for the first time with Clark. "You think you're such a stud, don't you?"
Clark glared at her.
"Damn right I do. I am, and you know it. Now, are you going to cut out this 'marriage' shit so we can get back to fucking or not?"
"You won't marry me?"
Clark didn't say another word. He picked up his suitcase as he went out the door, slamming it behind him.
For a moment, Denise looked at the closed door in astonishment. Then she rolled over on her stomach and began to sob, her cries muffled by the soft bed. All her hopes had walked out the door with Clark. She had loved him and the bastard had been using her.
Using her like some Goddamn whore.
In a while, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, Denise pulled herself together. She dried her teats and wiped at her nose. Clark wasn't really gone. The brunette knew that deep down. He'd just stalked off in a fit of rage and would return soon.
In the meantime, she'd show him. She'd go down to the bar and get roaring drunk. Denise dressed in a low-cut dress she had brought along and went down to the bar.
Down in the dimly lit lounge, few people were around. Most were out in the casino gambling. Denise could hear the whirring of the slot machines and occasional jangles of tumbling coins when some lucky person hit a jackpot. Denise didn't have the heart to go out and try her luck. All she wanted to do was get drunk and forget her troubles. She picked a quiet corner in the bar and sat down.
When the scantily clad waitress came up, Denise was momentarily confused. She didn't drink very often and, when she did, she usually let Ray or Clark order.
She asked for the first thing that popped into her head.
"Let me have a double martini."
The waitress raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Drowning your sorrows, honey, or do you just like the olives?"
"Get me the drink and shut up," Denise snapped.
The waitress shrugged her shapely shoulders and went off, wiggling her ass in case any of the male patrons were nearby and could see. She soon came back and placed the drink in front of Denise.
"That's two bucks, honey. Think the olives will make you any sexier?"
Denise didn't throw the ten-dollar bill at the waitress, but she wished to hell that she could have.
By the time Denise had finished off six of the martinis, she was completely drunk, which was why she never saw the waitress steal all the money from her purse. Quickly and efficiently she had been left drunk and penniless.
When she ordered another drink and found that all of her money was missing, Denise didn't know what to do. She'd had almost a hundred dollars, including the money she'd won at the roulette table. Now, it was all gone.
"Sorry, honey. No money, no drinkee."
"That's all right. I'll pay for it."
The waitress turned and saw a man dressed in a violet, pink and canary-yellow aloha shirt, open at the collar. She shrugged. "Okay, buddy. It's your money."
The man slipped into the seat next to Denise and said, "Hope you don't mind me butting in like that. I know how it is... forgetting your money sometimes."
Denise nodded and sipped at her drink. Through the fog of alcohol that blanketed her brain, she saw an attractive man; not outstanding in looks, but not ugly.
Before she knew it, they were walking along, his arm around her waist. Much to Denise's surprise, she found she needed the extra support to keep from bouncing off the walls. The brunette had had too much to drink and barely realized it until she tried to stand.
"Don't worry about a thing, Denise," the man was saying. "We'll be up in my room in a couple minutes. Then we can get down to some fun times, you know?"
Denise nodded slightly, then turned in the circle of the man's arm to say, "Did I find out what your name was?"
"I've got so many names. Just call me Conrad." He guided her along the hallway to the door of one of the suites on the topmost floor of the hotel.
When the man opened the door, Denise caught her breath. The room she and Clark had was nice, but this was tremendous. It was outfitted for some hedonist. Someone who devoted his life to enjoying every possible luxury. The carpet was as soft as grass on a golf course. The round bed dominating the center of the massive room was fitted with white satin sheets.
A night in white satin kept going through Denise's head. She glanced up and saw the mirrors overhead. Every action on the bed would be reflected for the enjoyment of the people fucking.
"Like it?" asked Conrad.
"Hell, yes!" Denise staggered out of his arms and fell headlong onto the bed.
"Bring on the cavalry!" she cried for no [missing text].
Conrad began stripping off his clothes.
"No need for an entire regiment. I'll be able to keep you happy for a while!"
When Denise saw the man's dick slowly rising in front of his crotch, everything began to blur. Was this Clark? Ray? No, it was someone else. Who? What was the difference? He had a big cock and he wanted to stuff it into her aching, hollow cunt.
Maybe that would drive away the pain deep down inside her. Denise was feeling alone and deserted in this strange town. She needed someone to comfort her, and Conrad was offering to do just that.
She let the naked man take off her clothes as she watched his practiced motions in the mirror overhead. The ripple of his muscles along his shoulders and down his back fascinated her. He was a small man, yet he had well-toned muscles.
She liked that.
She liked it even more when Conrad began to suck on one of her tits. His wet mouth engulfed the entire ruddy plain of her areola, his tongue lashing out and pelting the growing nipple with blow after wet blow.
Denise moaned in pleasure as Conrad started to suck. He pulled the little red finger of flesh into his mouth to better tongue and lick at it. Denise's nipple received the most attention it had in a long time. Conrad didn't leave a single square millimeter of flesh untouched. He swirled, and moved his tongue around and around and tickled the aroused nipple until Denise laughed in joy.
"Tha... that's gooood, Conrad. So gooood!"
All the man could reply was, "Ummmm!"
But he continued to suck as much tit flesh as he could, slowly opening his mouth and taking the entire top of her boob into his mouth. Then he began to strain his jaws as the entire marshmallowy mound disappeared into his face.
Denise's tit didn't quite fit. Because of this, Conrad left red tooth marks up and down the sides of the snowy white cones. The slight pain heightened the sensation, however, and soon Denise was thrashing about wildly everytime Conrad's tongue pressed firmly down into her nipple.
His wet, rough tongue dragged along the delicate surface and pushed her erotic sensations to the highest possible intensity. Every touch was sheer delight. Soon, Denise couldn't bear to have Conrad ever leave her jugs unattended.
But he did. Conrad loved sucking on the milk bags, but he wanted more than a mouthful of tit.
His mouth closed over Denise's, his tongue flashing out again like a lightning bolt and worming its way into her mouth. Kissing deeply, Conrad's tongue caressed and lightly stroked Denise's. The sharp tang of her saliva met his tastebuds, and he felt his prick strain and harden to the point where it actually pained him. It throbbed and begged for release. It hurt. It was on fire. It was on fire, and the only liquid that would put the carnal blaze out was the cunt juice trickling from between Denise's satiny thighs.
Conrad wasn't one to waste time. He rolled over on top of the brunette and spread her legs with one hand. Denise instinctively spread her thighs wide.
How badly she needed a man's cock inside her cunt!
In an instant, Conrad thrust forward and his steely prick penetrated the fleshy fortress of Denise's pussy. He felt his dick gobbled up by the sucking, swallowing action of Denise's greedy cunt. As if he were being pulled into a whirlpool, Conrad found himself being dragged forward with even more force than he was exerting.
Buried balls deep inside the brunette's seething cunt, Conrad gloried in the warmth and liquid heat that bathed his massive prick. The juices of the woman's churning pussy seeped into his pillar of manmeat. He felt as if his cock was a long fuse being lit by Denise's intense inner fires.
"Yesss, oh, yesss!" the woman moaned, slurring her words. "Fuck me hard! I need you up my cunt! All the way!"
Conrad gulped as Denise contracted her cunt muscles. The force gripping his buried dong was incredible. The woman had almost complete control over her cunt muscles and made sure that the man wasn't going to leave his snug berth inside her twat.
As if Conrad wanted to!
"Ready for this, baby?"
With those words, Conrad rapidly pulled his prick out of her cunt, then smashed back into the lovely brunette's box with bruising strength. Conrad collided with Denise's tender pussylips and compressed them around his mighty dong. His balls slapped wetly against the woman's ass. And his eight-inch cock seared its way into the lovely woman's heaving belly until it was surrounded by velvety cunt walls.
"UnngghHHH!" Denise moaned as she felt the man's body ram into hers. The feeling of his pubic hair rubbing across her crotch drove her wild. The coarse hair tickled her erect clit with prickly, scratchy feelings. And the sensations of Conrad's dick surging into her humid cunt was completely and totally indescribable.
Denise was filled to overflowing with prick. She wanted to scream out her joy at having all the cock she could take. She was impaled on a spike of quivering, hard meat and could do nothing but move around it. As her juices trickled out around the plug that sealed her tight cunt hole, Denise finally succumbed to the urge and screamed out her passions.
Conrad smirked a bit, then said in a lust-dulled voice, "Really getting off, eh? How about this?"
He pulled out of the tight sheath of hot female flesh and thrust into Denise's twat one more time. The tremors that racked her body signaled an orgasm from the feeling in her belly, along the walls of her cunt, in the sensitive clit, even in her bulging tits, Denise knew that she was going to climax soon.
Conrad slowly extracted his dick amid a flood of cunt juice that soaked his balls. The man ignored the tickly feeling as he prepared for another mighty thrust up the tight snatch that Denise so willingly opened for him. He couldn't remember ever fucking a tighter, hotter chick before. Even his first piece of ass hadn't seemed this tight. And Conrad wasn't going to waste it. He wanted to prolong the wondrous sensation of shaving his cock into a flaming hot, vise-tight cunt as long as possible.
Denise trembled as Conrad's cock slid from her cunt. She felt the throb-throb-throb of his mighty dong inside her drooling snatch slowly retreat until only the broad, purpled head of his dick remained lodged inside her gash.
Denise writhed constantly on the bed, now feeling the satin under her back. The smoothness and cool crispness of the sheets turned her on. She'd never fucked on satin before. Doing it made it obvious why some of her friends continually raved about the sensuality of it. Each tiny motion was sensuous, a hedonist's delight.
When she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, she saw the mirror reflecting the image of two people fucking it took her lust-and-alcohol fogged mind an instant to realize that it was she with the creamy white legs spread so wide. And that it was Conrad with the meaty cock that was being shoved into the dark patch of her cunt mouth.
Another tremor vibrated throughout her body with the realization that she could both feel and watch herself being fucked. Never before had such an opportunity presented itself to her. It was the ultimate turn-on for the woman.
Cock seared her cunt and filled her insides with flaming desires. Electric discharges jolted through her brain and ignited depth charges deep inside her horny twat.
And watching Conrad's muscles now as he fucked her, seeing the entire sex act from the overhead perspective, was an added bonus.
The figures in the mirror rocked and bucked together. Denise hunched up to meet Conrad's thrust into her cunt and the reflection in the mirror did likewise. Conrad straightened to agonizingly pull out his prick for another thrust, and the mirror's reflection duplicated the action.
Denise had a brand-new view of fucking. She idly wondered if she would ever get off on just watching two people fuck, if she might be a voyeur rather than an active participant.
When Conrad's cock raced along her cunt, all such thoughts were erased from her mind. It was too good to ever give up to just watch. She could dig watching herself getting fucked, but doing it was the real thrill.
Conrad couldn't see the mirror but he didn't really care. He could watch Denise. The woman's tits heaved up and down as her breath began to come in sharp, staccato bunts. Watching the boobs bounce and dance like puppets turned Conrad on even more.
He picked up the tempo of his fucking, gulping as he felt the contractions of Denise's cunt as she climaxed. A giant's velvet-gloved fist grabbed at his entire dong. As if intent on milking him of every drop of his cum, Denise's cunt walls continued to squeeze tighter and tighter on his cock.
Conrad wasn't finished. He wanted more. He wanted to experience more of the woman's tight cunt, her inner heat, her passion-racked body.
Soon, he couldn't control his hips any longer. Conrad began fucking into her man-hole with long, fierce strokes. He slammed into her crotch with the force of waves smashing into a rocky coastline. His balls had tightened into a hard, compressed sphere that hung suspended under his huge prong, but they still collided with Denise's ass. Every thrust into the eager woman's cunt was deeper, more powerful.
Soon, Denise climaxed again.
"OOOOHHHH! Fuck me harrrrd!" she cried, then bit her lower lip as she fully experienced the cock reaming out her aunt.
Conrad gulped as he felt his cum racing along his steel-hard shaft. When he erupted inside Denise, his jism spewed forth like an erotic fountain, bathing her juicy cunt with spurt after long spurt.
Finally, spent and tired, Conrad slowly stopped his frenetic fucking. Ali too soon, his cock deflated to limply dribble out of Denise's cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice.
"You're really something," he said to Denise. "I like a pro that gets off an her work."
Denise mumbled a few words that Conrad didn't understand. She was too busy studying the scene in the mirror overhead and enjoying the feel of the satin under her shoulders and ass.
Denise glanced at the naked man kneeling between her still widely spread legs.
She said, "You're not so bad yourself."
Conrad awkwardly disengaged himself from his position between her creamy smooth thighs. He walked over to his pants and pulled out his wallet.
"Fifty bucks?" he asked.
Denise was confused. "What's that?"
"I said, is fifty bucks your going rate? I'll toss in another ten because you're such a hot one." He pulled out a fifty and a ten and tossed them on top of Denise's discarded dress.
"What the hell do you think I am?" the woman stormed, realizing that he thought she was a whore.
"Look," Conrad said, menace in his voice, "you're not going to shake me down for any more than that. You're a damn good lay but not worth any hundred bucks. Take the money and get the hell out of here."
Denise sat on the sumptuous bed for a moment considering her position. She was broke and abandoned in Las Vegas. Clark had dumped her and left for good. All her money was gone. And now Conrad was giving her sixty bucks for fucking.
In spite of her in-bred morals, she silently dressed, took the money and left. It wasn't right to take money for fucking, but there was no doubt that she'd need the bread. Denise decided she would consider this a loan and pay Conrad back whenever she managed to get some legitimate money.
Chapter Four
Denise left Conrad's room without even a glance behind her. She was confused and bewildered. She had done something she considered evil and yet...
Was it so bad? There was no way of getting around the fact that she was in a bad fix. She needed money now that Clark had dumped her. And there was no way she could go crawling back to Ray. She would have to beg and plead and humiliate herself.
The more Denise thought about how easy it was to make the sixty dollars, the less guilty she felt about it. Hadn't she been fucking Clark for over a month? And what did she really get out of it? A lot of heartache and not much else.
The trip to Vegas would have been the first real thing besides getting balled that Clark had come through with. And at the first instant he had abandoned her.
Denise's mouth firmed to a thin line. She'd show them. She'd show them all that she could get along all right without their help.
She went back to the bar, still a little tipsy from all the alcohol she had put into her system earlier. The fantastic fucking on the satin sheets had burned most of the booze from her brain, but enough remained to make her a little wobbly.
The waitress came back and, sarcasm dripping from her voice, said, "How was it, kid? Was the hick a good screw?"
Denise looked up and squarely faced the waitress. Her voice was low when she said, "He was a damn good lay. Probably better than any you've had -- if a loud-mouthed bitch like you gets any at all!"
The waitress started to retort when a raucous laugh cut her off. She turned and saw a burly man approaching.
He was dressed in a very expensive suit. His gait was confident like a man used to commanding -- and being obeyed instantly.
He pushed a wave of dark-brown hair out of his eyes as he said, "Sounds like she's got you pegged, Liz. Why don't you buzz off and annoy someone else? This chick's too far out of your league."
As the waitress turned to go, the man coldly said, "And bring us two drinks."
The waitress looked back over her shoulder, sheer hatred masking her features, but she said nothing as she stalked off.
"My name's Thompson," he said without preamble as he sat down beside Denise in the boot.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Thompson."
The man chuckled. "Not mister... not for you, good looking. Just Thompson. I don't like complicated names." It was apparent he was asking what hers was.
Denise told him, then asked, "Why did you bother to come to bat for me? You could have let that bitch chew me up all she wanted. I'm nothing to you."
"No trouble at all, Denise. I don't like Liz, and she don't much like me, either. See, I dumped her a month or two ago because she's got such a big mouth."
"Haven't you, Liz?" The waitress had returned with their drinks and had been eavesdropping.
The man tossed a hundred-dollar bill to Liz and said, "Keep the change. You can probably use it, what with your nickel and dime customers." Thompson laughed as Liz snatched up the bill and left.
"She looks like she could get pretty mean."
"Liz? Damn right, she can. But I can get even nastier, and she knows it. Hell, I've walked over tougher ones than her in my day."
Denise studied the man. He was an odd combination of sophistication and crudeness. She asked, "What's your business?"
He didn't hesitate as he answered, "Broads." Seeing the look on her face, Thompson laughed and added, "I'm a gambler by trade. Broads are just a hobby."
Denise hadn't missed the roll of large denomination bills or the fact that he had paid Liz a hundred for drinks that cost only four dollars.
"Gee, I don't know much about gambling. Would you like to show me some of the games?"
Thompson looked at her, then smirked, "Sure. Why not? I know plenty of games, and I'll just bet you know a couple yourself, eh?"
They left the bar and went to the crap table. Thompson managed to lose over two thousand before quitting.
"Just not my day with the ivory cubes. Let's try some baccarat. Now that's a game!"
Denise was confused with the dealing of the cards and the odd "shoe" that contained the decks of cards, but it was quickly apparent that Thompson was at home with the high-stakes game. In less than fifteen minutes, he had his two thousand back and was five hundred dollars ahead. He looked at the pile and sighed.
It was obvious that Thompson wanted to continue, but had other things on his mind. Lady luck wasn't the only game in town. Not when he had a sexy chick hanging on his elbow waiting to be fucked.
Denise looked at him with admiration glowing in her brown eyes. "That's super! I didn't understand much of the game with all those banks and things, but you're good!"
"In more ways than one, baby, in more ways than one. How about coming to my place for a little drink, eh?"
His intent was clear, and Denise realized that the man might be very generous if she put out for him.
It repulsed her, and yet it attracted her. Fucking for money seemed wrong, but what else could she do? She had no other skills but her body.
And Thompson seemed like a nice enough guy.
"Okay, high roller, lead on!"
He took her by the arm and they went outside.
He handed the car keys to the doorman along with a fifty-dollar bill. In a few minutes, a Mercedes 450SL rolled up.
Denise caught her breath at the sight of the expensive car. "Is that yours?"
"Sure is. Paid cash after I had some luck with the nags. Get in and let's roll!"
Thompson's apartment was as lavish as his car. Denise was immediately taken by the expensive furnishings and the obvious cost of the entire pad.
Thompson explained, "When I got money, I spend it. Like what you see around here?"
Denise was momentarily speechless. When she turned to face the gambler, she was caught by surprise. He had dropped his pants and was holding onto a massive hard-on.
Denise's chocolate-brown eyes were riveted to the quivering, jerking rod sprouting from Thompson's crotch. His cock was an ugly red with a purple head that seemed to cry out to the woman, "Spread 'em!"
The attractive brunette knew that the man was well off and might give her enough money to let her stop acting like a whore. That thought and the lusty cock convinced Denise that she could let Thompson do whatever he wanted to with her.
She became watery in the knees at the sight of the aroused prick. Just thinking of having it rammed up her cunt started her heart to beating faster. To be fucked by that mighty tool would be something she would remember for a long time!
"Get the clothes off, kid. My cock's hungry for a piece of ass!"
Denise began undressing and dropping her clothing to the plushly carpeted floor. It was pointless to spend the time neatly folding everything when such a dick was waiting for her cunt.
In a few minutes, she was gloriously naked -- and ready.
"Come on, Thompson. Bring your lovely cock to me!"
Denise sat on the sofa, then reclined as she opened her thighs to expose her snatch to the man's lascivious gaze. She saw his prick grow more rigid and begin to pound with the same beat of his heart when she exposed the rosy wet meat of her open gash to him.
Thompson came and stood over her. His eyes devoured every curve and plane of her body. The tits with their ruddy nipples excited him. He wanted to reach out and squeeze and twist them until Denise shrieked for mercy.
But her thighs beckoned to the man, also. Trim, slender and well-fleshed, satiny-smooth and cool to his groping touch. Thompson's hand slid slowly up the tender inner leg until his fingers barely touched the quivery cuntlips.
Roads of cunt juice gushed out of Denise's pussy as she positioned herself on the sofa. She wanted the man to have the best possible angle of entry into her seething hole. Denise burned inside. Only a man's throbbing, vibrant cock could put out those flames of desire.
"I dunno, baby, I just dunno."
"Wha-What's the matter?" she stuttered, frightened that the gambler was going to change his mind about fucking her.
"I see a hell of a lot of cunts, you know? Yours, here, looks real tight and inviting, and maybe I'd get off." To emphasize his point, he brutally shoved three fingers up Denise's twat.
She squirmed and pitched around in reaction. It wasn't a cock, but it felt good!
"Yeah, you dig that. I might get off fucking that little man-hole of yours. But I never seen an ass just like yours before."
Thompson ran his free hand up and down the curve of Denise's butt. The feel of his fingers on her rear sent little shivers of delight up and down her spine. She thought she knew what he was going to ask her to do, and it excited her.
"I want to fuck your asshole. On the floor, baby!"
With a sudden surge of his muscles, Thompson slid his left hand entirely under Denise's butt and pulled upward. This dumped her onto the floor. His fingers still crammed up her cunt, the gambler quickly followed her sudden fall to the floor.
"Ow, that hurts!" Denise complained.
"Maybe that did a little bit, but this is going to do a number on your lovely bod for sure!"
Thompson lifted Denise to her hands and knees and slipped between her legs. With a sudden forward thrust, his steely cock plunged between the two half-moons of her pert ass.
His rapid thrust missed the tiny target. The puckered little asshole was tightly clenched against any huge male invaders. It wasn't going to relax until everything was just right.
Denise was frightened. She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before. She had dreamed about it, had wondered what it would feel like having a long, massive dick reaming her ass. But no man had ever actually cornholed her.
Her shaking torso seemed to convey the message to Thompson.
"What's the matter, baby? Never had your butt fucked? Old Thompson will fix you with a royal ass-fucking!"
Denise shivered will ill -- suppressed emotion. The thought of having Thompson's long, manly prick crammed up her ass made her feel as if her guts had turned to water. Her knees were weak and the full impact of what he was requesting -- demanding! -- slammed into her brain.
"My... my ass?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Sure. Your pretty, round, lily-white ass. Spread those legs for me some more, baby!"
On her hands and knees, Denise had little choice but to obey. She was helpless, was totally at the gambler's mercy. It made her shake with fear and... anticipation!
As much as Denise hated to admit it to herself, the idea of being fucked up the ass appealed to her in a big way.
She moved her legs apart just enough to allow Thompson to thrust his hands into the humid crack of her butt. The feel of the man's hands splitting her asscheeks apart was an odd combination of pleasure and pain. He gripped her meaty buns firmly in each hand and pulled. Denise felt as if she were going to be ripped apart.
And when Thompson's finger found her tiny, puckered shit-chute, Denise almost came.
The gambler saw the effect he had on her, saw that Denise was too tense. Knowing that his cock would have to be fully lubricated to ever penetrate up the shaking woman's asshole, he edged forward until the tip of his prick rested against her pussylips. With a shove of his hips, Thompson surged into Denise's cunt.
She cried out as be penetrated her, feeling his cock sail along her pussy and stretch her sheath apart. Thompson's dick wasn't long, but more than made up for it in girth. When his rod was fully buried up her juice-slickened twat, the dong felt to Denise like it was three or four inches in diameter.
The brunette felt as if a telephone pole had been crammed into her seething pussy.
Denise began to wiggle to accommodate the huge invader of her cunt. The gambler began to stroke in and out of her twat, each thrust designed to grease his prick and nothing else. Thompson enjoyed the tight feeling of Denise's cunt -- he was only human.
But he also knew that, if her cunt was tight, her asshole would be ten times as hot and clutching.
"How's that feel, baby? Like it?"
"Oh, yes! Fuck me hard, Thompson! Your cock's so biiig!"
"Hell! You ain't felt nothing yet!"
To make good his claim, the brawny gambler completely pulled out of Denise's dark-haired twat and positioned his knob against her greedy little bung. With an insistent pressure, he began to push forward.
The asshole resisted. It didn't want the invasion of this male organ. And Denise couldn't relax enough to allow Thompson entry. She was too tense from excitement and fear of what buggering would be like. This was something new and different for her, something totally beyond her previous sexual experiences.
The gambler continued his firm pressure against Denise's virgin bung until at last it gave way and relaxed.
Thompson's rigid cock soared up Denise's ass. He didn't even hear her cry out in pain as her delicate inner membranes were tortured and twisted out of shape. She had never taken a cock up her butt before and was not expecting the sudden surge of pain in her body.
The pain was much the same as when she'd had her cherry busted by Ray on their third date.
Denise moaned out, "Oooohhh, that hurts!" over and over, but Thompson was too engrossed in the sensations flooding down his rod and into his balls to pay her any attention.
All around his prick was the soft, wet flesh of Denise's ass. The tissues separated for his rapid entry into her butt, then clutched with tenacity and carnal fierceness at his dick. And the heat felt like a blast furnace. For a brief instant, Thompson had a mental picture of himself fucking into the tailpipe of a running car, the exhaust fumes searing and burning at his cock exactly the same way that Denise's inner heat charred his tool.
Thompson straightened from the waist and cried, "God fucking damn, you're tiight!"
He placed his hands on her waist for balance, then slowly retracted his dick from Denise's asshole. When just the spread hood of his cock remained in her bung, he stroked up and down the sides of her satiny smooth body.
"Damnation, baby, but you're a hot one!"
With that, he fiercely rammed into Denise's butt again, his hairy thighs impacting against her smooth buns and his balls smacking into her pussylips.
The conflicting sensations tightened his nuts until he thought be would rupture like a boiler without a safety valve. Thompson pulled back out of Denise's flaming ass to rest for a few minutes before continuing with the cornholing.
He couldn't remember ever finding a virgin asshole before. And never had he found anyone as tight up the ass as Denise. He felt like he was shoving his prick into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling-hot lava.
Thompson fucked into Denise's asshole again. He didn't linger, and soon he retreated again. He began a rhythmic, methodical fucking of her ass. What he wanted was to ream her out, to make her know that she had a real man fucking her.
Denise didn't have to be told that. She could feel the incredible stretching of her bowels. The man's massive dick made her feel as if she would be ripped apart. His cock had felt large inside her cunt. Up her ass, Thompson's rod was painfully huge.
Yet as her muscles began to relax to take the gambler's dong, Denise began to enjoy the ass-fucking. It was a completely new sensation for her, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her cunt gushed put its juices unhindered by a plug of masculine meat. The stream ran down her thigh and aroused her as much as the huge dick racing in and out of her butt.
Denise's arms collapsed on her in reaction to the vigorous ass-fucking. She had to content herself with folding her arms and resting her head on top of her forearms, which shoved her violated ass even higher into the air for the gambler's forceful thrusts.
Denise tried to sort out all the feelings assaulting her youthful body. It was hard but she managed to do a credible job. Her entire body was weak in reaction. Her arms felt like they were made of jelly. Her breath came in rapid, gusting pants. Her stomach was filled with thousands of fluttering butterflies.
But it was her ass mat took the full brunt of the gambler's fucking. Denise felt Thompson's hairy thighs grind against her smooth, silky white rear. She felt his mighty prong spread her asscheeks and delve deeply into her ass.
Most of all, she sensed the friction of his passage up and down her ass. The warmth seemed to grow with each thrust. As the husky gambler began to fuck her faster and faster, Denise thought she was going to faint. Her innards seemed to be pulled out of shape. His huge tool threatened to rip and tear her delicate bowels. The only thing that saved her was his brief excursion up her cunt.
His dick had been greased sufficiently well with her cunt juices that he could slip and slide up her asshole with little effort. He need only force apart the reluctant tissues inside her butt.
Denise was thankful for this slight respite from the erotic torture he inflicted on her poor butt. She couldn't say that the entire scene was terrible or that she was regretting it now, but when he had first fucked into her asshole, the brunette had thought she might die from the sheer agony.
The pleasure that flooded throughout her body now more than made up for the initial discomfort. The gambler's cock was bringing her joys such as she had seldom dreamed of, creating a new inner sexual fire that merrily blazed away, not only in her watery cunt but up her asshole as well. The friction was transmitted along the nerves in her cunt and gave her incredible sexual satisfaction.
The stretching and pulling of new muscles added a completely different dimension to fucking that Denise might have missed entirely had it not been for Thompson. She had him to thank for the prickly feelings assailing her well-fucked ass.
The man's cock expanded even more under the influence of Denise's fiery-hot, extremely tight cunt. Not satisfied with feeling the woman's blazing sheath of ass flesh surround his dick, Thompson leaned forward over Denise's body and reached underneath it until he found her cunt.
He shoved two fingers up her twat and began to wiggle them. As he flexed and rotated his fingers, Denise began to quiver all over. Her pleasure racked body was beginning to betray her. Orgasm lurked near and would soon seize control of her.
Thompson's groping fingers found the tiny go-button of her clit buried in the matted jungle of her pussy hair. As he fingered and pressed the tiny spire of erectile flesh down, the vibrations in Denise's body turned to earthquakes.
She attained one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experience. With Thompson fucking her ass shoving fingers up her quim and fingering her clitoris, she had no choice but to come. And come violently when she did.
The gambler rode out the erotic storm winds and continued to fuck Denise's asshole as hard and fast as he could. The feel of her asshole surrounding his prick made him think he was fucking an O ring. Ht knew different the instant his fleshy dong sailed up her ass again. His cock was buried and scorched and almost destroyed by the waves of carnal heat radiating out from the hot chick's heaving bowels.
The pressure on his prick seemed to compress him down to nothingness. He knew he was being smashed flat by the convulsive contractions that grabbed at his prick when Denise had her orgasm. But the gambler hung in there, fucking with wild abandon.
His own orgasm wouldn't be far behind. His balls felt constricted and pressurized, he could feel his nuts tumble and chum in the thick syrup of his cum. But Thompson was greedy. He wanted as much pleasure from Denise as he could get.
With his free hand, he reached out and found one of her dangling boobs. His fingers closed on the rock-hard pebble that was her nipple. He knew by the telltale feel of her nipple that she was completely aroused and that it would only be a matter of minutes before she came again.
He continued to flex his fingers inside her sticky cunt until his hand was completely drenched with Denise's twat juice. His thumb tweaked and pressed into her clitoris until the lovely brunette held captive on his cock moaned out incoherent streams of words. Her passions were such that she could not form words, just noises signaling her intense lust.
These sounds spurred Thompson on. He feverishly gripped Denise's jug and began to rotate the flesh under his palm, pulling upwards and crushing the doughy tit into her chest. When the compression was as hard as he could make it, he began to massage and diddle the aroused nipple.
He took the flew-red nubbin of flesh between thumb and forefinger and started to pull. Denise moaned and tried to bend her back to follow the action of his fingers. This shoved her ass even higher into the air for his impassioned fucking and crammed his fingers deeper into her cunt.
The combined action in three of the brunette's erogenous zones all triggered another orgasm in her body. She trembled once, then screamed out, "AIIEEEE!" as she came.
This time, Thompson couldn't hold back his rising tide of cum. He forcefully fucked up Denise's quivering bung, then his cock exploded. He gushed out gallon upon fiery gallon of jism into her guts.
The pair was locked together ass to pain, bucking and thrusting back and forth as their passions shook their bodies like rag dolls. Thompson groaned as he continued to fuck wildly into Denise's tender ass. Impaled and unable to move much, Denise had to be content with swiveling her hips around in a circle in an attempt to screw Thompson's cock even farther up her hot asshole.
All too soon, their passions were spent. Exhausted, they fell apart. Denise lay on her stomach for a few minutes to catch her breath, then rolled over to look at Thompson. The gambler sat propped up, his back against the sofa.
He peered down at the brunette beauty and said, "You're not so bad, baby doll, not so bad at all."
"Thanks, Thompson. But I'm so damn sweaty from all that fucking. Could I use your shower to freshen up?"
The man got a strange look in his eyes, then leered slightly.
"Sure thing. Down the hall."
After Denise had lithely risen to her feet and started off in the indicated direction, Thompson added, "And I'll join you in a couple of minutes!"
Chapter Five
Denise trotted down the hall unaware of Thompson's lustful eyes fastened on her wiggly ass. He relished the sight of her long, slender legs flashing in the dim hall lights, the smooth play of her muscles under silky skin. But most of all, he liked the way her tits bounced when she walked. The woman's jugs swayed gently from side to side and, when she turned to go into the bathroom, she was momentarily silhouetted against the light.
The still aroused nipples stuck out from her boobs like fiery-red fingers.
Thompson was in no condition yet to get a hard-on. But he'd bide his time, and soon, very soon, he'd go fuck that lovely wench again. The gambler had seen broads in his day, lots of them, but never one that could equal Denise.
She frankly puzzled the man. He'd never come across a hooker who was so enthusiastic about getting fucked. And he certainly had never found one before that had a virgin asshole. That was a treat he'd thought he would never discover this side of Heaven. Not that Thompson really thought much about either Heaven or Hell.
His philosophy was simple. A man made his own Heaven or Hell on earth. Thompson made sure his existence was as close to what he considered paradise as possible. He lived well, had the flashiest of cars and poshest of pads and managed to find and fuck the sexiest chicks around the gaudy town of Las Vegas.
He had certainly lucked out when he found Denise.
The gambler wondered how many more times he could fuck her before he got tired of her tight pussy and clutching ass.
He shrugged off the thought as he rose to fix himself a drink, pouring three fingers of Wild Turkey into a glass and draining it with a single gulp. The fiery amber liquor burned down his throat and finally came to rest in the bottom of his stomach, where he felt the warmth begin to diffuse through his body. In a surprisingly short time, strength had returned to his sexually sated body, and he was ready to fuck again.
Thompson boldly marched down the hallway until he came to the bathroom door. From behind the closed door he heard the sound of gushing water rushing out to bathe the brunette beauty. He imagined the stream of water caressing Denise's slender body, rippling over her limbs and cascading off her tits. The trickling water would drip down to her cunt and finally run off her pussy mound in a pencil-thick stream of water.
The thought of the gorgeous woman running her soapy hands over her tender, succulent body began to give Thompson another hard-on. He looked down and saw his limp, sleeping snake of a cock begin to rise. In a few seconds, it was hard and throbbing in front of his body.
His cock screamed to be thrust into the wanton woman's cunt.
Wasting no time, he slipped into the steamy room, everything appearing indistinct in the small enclosure. But Thompson knew where he wanted to go. He was cocked and ready to fire again.
The shower booth contained his target -- Denise's frothy, fuming and incredibly tight cunt!
The gambler quickly opened the door to the stall and slipped in beside the wet and soapy Denise.
"Thompson!" she cried in surprise. "Wh-What are you doing in here?"
"Nothing, babe. I figured I needed a bit of a shower, too, and decided to join you. Didn't want you to get lonesome or nothing. That'd be a lousy thing for a host to do to his guest. Need any help washing your back?"
He had meant to say "cunt", but he had changed his mind. This filly was a bit skittish for some reason. Most hookers he knew were as brazen as the hinges on the gate to Hell. But if she wanted to play games, that was fine with him.
As long as he got his prick up her pussy enough times.
"I... I don't think there's enough... room for both of us!" Denise blurted out in panic, not wanting Thompson to share the shower stall with her. It was irrational. She knew that. Here was a man who had just fucked her butt for the first time, had crammed his fingers up her quim, twiddled her tits and seen her totally naked and helpless with lust for him. And she was embarrassed having him in the same shower with her!
As his hands began to stroke over her lathered body, Denise could not deny there was a certain sensual delight in having him wash her. When his hands completely covered themselves in the lathery soap, he moved to her tit like a magnet attracts iron filing.
The slippery sensations of his groping hands moving across her boobs really turned her on. The rush of the water on her body stimulated her nerves and made her feel more alive than ever before. The fucking she had received heightened her senses, made her more receptive to sexual overtures on Thompson's part. And his very nearness -- and the nearness of his meaty prick to her cunt -- undeniably made her hot to have him inside her quim and fucking the living daylights out of her!
"Please, Thompson..."
"Please, what?" The man wanted her to beg for his cock, wanted her to tell him exactly what she needed before he gave it to her.
"I... I love the feel of your hands on my body. Keep stroking my breasts like thaaat! Yyesss!"
"You really love it, don't you? What else do you want besides my hand on your body?" he asked as he began to stroke across her pussylips, compressing them between his strong fingers.
"Th... the... your cock! I want your cock inside me!" she blurted out in a fit of passion.
The feelings surging into the lovely woman's body had obliterated all thoughts that this scene wasn't entirely proper. What difference did it make that she was sharing a shower with the man who had just fucked her ass? Denise had a long ways to go to clear out the cobwebs in the logic of her puritan morals, and this was merely one step in that direction.
Thompson continued to soap the dark-haired beauty's back and sides. His hands lingered on her tits while his fingers pressed the nipples down into their marshmallowy bases. Denise's tits flowed and smashed like putty under the gambler's strong manipulations.
Denise slipped and fell back against the wall of the shower. As she slid down the tiled wall, she spread her legs and involuntarily opened her snatch to the man. Thompson didn't miss the significance of the action. But he wasn't ready yet to fuck that lovely, beckoning man-hole hidden under the curly bush of her pussy hair.
He wanted to try out a bit more foreplay first.
The man turned his back to the stream of water jetting down from the nozzle and faced Denise.
"How does this feel?" the gambler asked his willing partner.
Thompson began to fondle Denise's tits with both of his hands. The soap suds made his fingers squirt and slip on the smooth flesh and gave an incredibly erotic feel to his actions.
Denise moaned in pleasure at the feel of the man's hands on her boobs. Thompson gripped her jugs and began to rotate them. He took her left knocker and twisted it in a counterclockwise direction. The right tit was turned clockwise. Denise had the impression she would have her soap-cover jugs ripped off her chest. But she didn't complain. The feeling was an odd combination of pleasure and pain. The mixture of emotions in her body was something new.
Soon, the pleasure more than dominated the pain. The discomfort merely added to her pleasure by giving her something to compare the delight to. Denise enjoyed to the fullest the stabs of joy that lanced into her chest. Her lungs seemed to be on fire with the burning lust that the man was generating in her torso.
It was fire that couldn't, be put out standing under the jet of water. It was a fire of lust that had to be extinguished with the firehose of Thompson's raging cock.
Denise leaned back against the cool, smooth wall while Thompson man-handled her boobs. The water sensuously stimulated every nerve in her body and made her feel vibrant, alive and ready for mow fucking.
Thompson sensed her readiness when his hand strayed from one soap-sudsy boob down to her brunette thatched twat. The thick oil that gushed forth onto his hand was not the product of a detergent company. It was cunt juice. Denise was ready to fuck.
The gambler knew that if he stuck his cock into Denise's exposed, hair rimmed cunt, it would eventually be painful for both of them. The rush of water would rob Denise's cunt of its natural lubrication, and the friction would become unbearable. Each thrust of his cock into her pussy would be agony. And it would be a pain without the benefit of any pleasure at all.
"Hang on a second, baby," the gambler said as he opened the door of the shower stall. He groped around in the steam filled room until he located the jar of petroleum jelly. He smeared a liberal portion all over his erect, throbbing cock. The man scooped out another big gob of the thick jelly and turned back to Denise.
His fingers disappeared into her juicy cunt. In a matter of seconds, the petroleum jelly had been added to her natural oils.
"Just making sure of a smooth ride!"
"To hell with that! Fuck me!" Denise's passions had mounted to the point where she was ready for anything. She was fired of the man's preliminaries.
"You asked for it!"
Thompson slammed the door shut and spun to face Denise. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her into the air. At the same time, he leaned back and braced himself against the tiled wall of the shower. Denise rose in an arc, then descended to impale her cunt on his rigid, throbbing cock. The gobs of artificial lubrication proved to be necessary. Denise felt her own cunt juices sluiced away by the raging torrents of water gushing out of the showerhead. The thick paste lubricant remained and eased the entry of Thompson's prick into her cunt.
Denise spread her legs and wrapped them around the gambler's waist, as she settled down on his jerking prick, the woman wiggled a bit to make sure it penetrated her hole as far as possible. She had him and didn't want to miss out on a single millimeter of Thompson's, long and very delightful dick.
Crammed to the balls inside the woman's cunt, Thompson was content. He felt the jelly slowly melting inside Denise's inner heat. His cock was jerking and puking with renewed vitality as his passions mounted. Having such a sexy and wanton woman shoved down on his dick made it even harder than it had been.
Denise felt the increased stiffening inside her pussy. The water needled into her sensitive tug and stimulated her even further. Being held at the waist by Thompson, she flung her arms up over her head and leaned backwards. This bent the man's cock inside her box, when the sensitive underside of his prick began to rub against the well-lubricated cunt walls, Denise shook all over as if she were possessed by some carnal and totally erotic palsy.
Thompson was hardly able to control his own body's shivering either. The way Denise leaned back and stretched his cock out, he felt as if he would have his precious jewels ripped from his groin. When the soaked and highly aroused brunette began to wiggle and twitch her hips back and forth, Thompson was ready to fuck her long and hard all day and far into the night if he could.
"Ready for a ride, sweetie?" he asked.
Denise could only moan when she answered him. Her passions were too great to allow more than a satisfied groan.
The gambler began to bounce her up and down along the entire length of his prick. The woman's body rode up, then dropped down around his impaling spike of hard cock. With the water needling into both of their bodies, every single nerve ending was sensitized and screaming out its electrical cry of joy.
Thompson felt his balls tighten as the water dripped around his cock and onto his nuts. Every time he pulled out of the jelly-filled cunt of the gorgeous woman wrapped around his waist, there was a lewd smucking noise that could be heard over the roar of the water. The sound of his dick surging in and out of the wanton woman's clutching pussy really turned the gambler on in a big way.
But the real turn-on for the man was the feel of Denise wrapped around his body like a boa constrictor. As he bounced her up and down on his cock, he was surrounded by the flaming hot, seething interior of Denise's cunt. The dark haired beauty's snatch was so incredibly hot and tight that Thompson thought he would have melted if it hadn't been for the water cooling his tool.
Lances of sheer pleasure jabbed into his belly and slowly spread into his body. His stomach muscles contracted each time he lifted the willing woman high for her return trip down the full length of his jerking, steely prick.
As Denise slammed down into Thompson's cock, she was assailed with a wide variety of sensory delights. The feel of the man's prick inside her tight cunt satisfied her basic sexual need. She needed -- demanded -- to be fucked hard.
And she was receiving the fucking of her young life.
The water soaked her and trickled down her lustrous dark hair. The strands cascaded around her shoulders and down her back to add to the different feeling of fucking under the raging torrents of descending water from the showerhead.
And the very location of the fucking was completely different for Denise. She had never allowed a man to fuck her in a bath or shower before. The brunette had to admit it was a totally different sensation. It was something she enjoyed far more than she could have imagined before they had started fucking.
The needles of water hitting her skin made her feel alive, more alive than ever before. The cock ramming far into her twat as she plummeted down satisfied her inner needs. The wet sliding of Thompson's hands around her waist further stimulated her.
Denise's body was a vessel completely filled to overflowing with wonderful sensations. She had cock and plenty of it inside her cunt. Her skin tingled and was excited by the jetting water. The gambler's strong hands kept her moving up and down on his long prong.
Denise climaxed.
As she did, her cunt convulsed in reaction and squeezed down on Thompson's buried prick like a hard fist. This was all it took to trigger his orgasm. The gambler's cock jerked and throbbed, then began to spew out jism into the eagerly awaiting cunt.
When their passions had abated, the pair weakly propped each other upright in the shower stall. For long minutes, they stood and allowed the water to renew their strength.
Soon, Thompson said, "A good fuck, baby, a damn good fuck. Hurry up and dry off because I got some friends coming over for a little party. They should be here any minute."
Without a further word, the gambler left Denise to finish her shower. She reluctantly watched him grab a towel and leave. He was such a fine man and could fuck her until her toes tingled with excitement. The soap quickly disappeared from her trim, flushed skin and she climbed out of the shower, wishing Thompson would come back and fuck her just one more time.
His cock was soooo big!
Chapter Six
Denise finished her shower and fumbled around until she found a dry, fluffy pink towel. She wondered at Thompson's choice of color, then decided it might belong to one of his girl friends. Somehow, pink didn't seem to suit the man's personality.
As Denise was carefully wiping the last droplet of water from her well formed, slender body, she heard the doorbell ring. She decided it must be the people that Thompson had mentioned. His party going to start before she had a chance to leave. She silently cursed under her breath. Her doilies were still in a pile in the middle of the living room floor. To get them back, she'd have to walk out with the towel wrapped around her.
That could be very embarrassing for her. And it might be very embarrassing for Thompson, too. Denise had no idea who these people might be. She doubted if the pastor of any church would be calling on the gambler, but one couldn't really tell.
A second consideration was the fact that Denise hadn't been paid yet. She didn't mind getting screwed twice as long as it was done as expertly as Thompson had done it. But she had to face the harsh reality of life. Without any money, she couldn't live.
If she was going to be a successful prostitute, she couldn't give her only product away without some payment. The sheer enjoyment of fucking was nice, but it didn't put food on the table.
And, Denise reminded herself, she didn't even have a table any more.
The brunette pulled the towel up around her bulging tits and tucked one corner of the fluffy fabric under so that the towel would form a sort of a sheath around her.
She glanced in the mirror and was horrified at what she saw. She had almost walked out dressed -- or undressed -- in the towel. It covered her symmetrically shaped boobs nicely. The bottom of the towel barely reached the center of her pert, rounded ass. The white flesh gleamed in the naked light of the bathroom and seemed to taunt her. The woman turned to fully face the mirror and found that her cunt was totally exposed. Her dark thatch of pussy hair wasn't even covered by the towel.
She hunted around in vain for a larger towel.
Denise was trapped in the bathroom unless she could sneak out and into one of Thompson's bedrooms and find his clothing. Then, she could put on something and get the hell out of there. Money or no money, she wasn't about to go trotting out in front of his guests in a towel that exposed her no matter how she arranged it.
Denise's dilemma was solved for her by the gambler. He poked his head in the small bathroom and said, "You all dried off? Come on out and join our little patty. Going to be a great orgy, you know?"
"Orgy?" Denise repeated, dazed and confused. "Yeah. About six, eight people swapping around. Hey, what's the matter with you?" Thompson said when he saw the shocked expression on her face.
"I... I... never mind. Could you get me my clothes? I'll be getting back to the hotel, I guess."
"Like hell you will! After I bragged what a good lay you are?"
He studied her face for another second, then added, "Okay, look, I'm sorry I forgot. You're such a hot one, my mind's all tied up with fucking you instead of other things, you dig? I'll give you four hundred to stick around."
"Four hundred to do what?" Denise didn't want to be sucked into a scene she didn't have any control over.
"What you do for a living, dammit! Just let whoever wants fuck you. And if somebody looks lonesome, go get his cock hard, then let him fuck you. That's an."
Denise's mouth almost watered at the thought of the four hundred dollars. That'd be more than enough to let her live simply until she could get a job and start making some honest money.
"All right. I'll do it. For four hundred dollars."
"Sheesh!" was all Thompson said as he started down the hall. He stopped when he was almost to the living room. He called back, "Get your ass out here!"
Denise decided the towel was useless so she dropped it to the floor of the bathroom and boldly walked out. She was shaking inside, but outwardly the woman seemed very cool and aloof.
The assembled "party" was already as naked as she was. There were three other women and five men. The disproportionate ratio of men to women was being taken care of in a couple of simple ways. One man was taking a redhead up the cunt while another fucked her ass at the same time. Another woman was screwing a well-hung dude on the far side of the room, a wet sucking noise erupting from her juicy cunt every time the man pulled his prong from her pussy.
Still another woman had the two remaining men's cocks in her mouth. Denise wondered at the woman's jaw muscles. She was sure that having her mouth pulled apart like that would hurt like hell. But the chick seemed to enjoy sucking two dicks at once.
And Denise had to admit that watching the two guys' dongs getting stuffed into the woman's mouth was something of a turn-on. She'd never tried it. Her sex life had been too rigidly controlled, too limited in scope. Between the dull and somewhat unimaginative Ray and the only slightly more adventurous Clark, she had learned little of the different sex acts a person could perform.
But every time she saw a new sex act, one that she hadn't ever considered, Denise wanted to try it.
However, Thompson was the only available male around, and his cock hung loosely between his legs. Denise smiled a little at the thought that she might have milked him for all he was worth today. He had fucked her ass, then balled her again in the shower.
Coming twice in less than an hour should have worn him out. Denise perversely wanted to find out just how much of a stud Thompson really was. Besides, she was getting paid four hundred dollars to do something. Since everyone else seemed to be pleasantly occupied, Thompson was the only one she had.
And Denise wanted to earn her money. That familiar itch deep down inside her cunt was returning. She needed a long, hard cock to satisfy her increasing sexual desires. It seemed that the more she fucked, the more fucking she needed.
That didn't seem to be so bad to the woman. Just something of a bother when Thompson probably wouldn't get a hard-on for another fifteen or twenty minutes.
"Well, tiger, looks like it's you and me!" Denise dropped to her knees and grasped his prick in both of her hands. Like a worshiper giving an offering to her God, she cradled his balls in cupped palms.
She wiggled her nose against the dull red of his knob to tease the man, then Denise pulled him towards her and stuffed his limp prick into her mouth. She tasted a variety of things on his cock. There was the unmistakable tang of Thompson's cum. Denise lapped and licked eagerly to remove the last trace of this tasty reminder of their passionate fucking in the shower.
The cum flavor was mixed in with that of the petroleum jelly. Denise didn't care for that so much, but there was another taste that, did excite her. For a moment, she couldn't identify it. She licked and sucked and ran her agile tongue up and down Thompson's slowly stiffening cock in an attempt to figure out what the tangy, slightly salty taste was that so appealed to her.
It finally dawned on Denise that this was the flavor of her own cunt juice!
She had never before tasted her own twat cream, and it was a real thrill for the gorgeous chick. She began to eagerly slurp and suck on Thompson's prick in an effort to get every bit possible off it.
By the time his dick was standing at attention and beginning to grow even more rigid with lust for the sexy cocksucker, there was nothing but the familiar tang of man musk left an his cock. Not that Denise minded in the least!
She enjoyed sampling the gambler's prick almost as much as she liked having it crammed up her cunt or asshole.
Thompson moaned and ran his fingers through her still damp hair. Denise didn't worry about tangles in her long locks of hair. She was too busy sucking cock.
A deep, resonant voice boomed out and startled Denise. Luckily, she didn't bite down on it.
Thompson's cock in reaction to the sudden voice. "Room for another?" came the vibrant voice again.
Keeping the gambler's cock firmly in her mouth, Denise rolled her eyes up slightly and turned to see a powerfully built black man standing beside them.
He had his hands resting lightly on his hips as if to frame the massive hard-on sprouting from his crotch.
Denise almost gasped when she saw the size of the man's cock. It was huge. Fully ten inches long and possessing a thickness to match the gigantic length, Denise wondered what it would be like to have a whang like that fucking into her poor, tight little pussy.
She managed to mumble and shake her head. There was no way she could take a cock that big into her mouth. Thompson's dick filled her mouth nicely, and to add to the black dude's reamer would be disastrous. It would rip her lips apart.
"Too bad. But you got some other interesting holes where I might put this!" the man said, reaching down and shaking his cock.
Denise watched in fascination as the huge, meaty pole bounced up and down. That itch inside her cunt seemed to grow. Just seeing that mighty dong gleaming black in the light of the living room seemed to magnify Denise's need to have a cock, any cock, slammed hard and fast up her twat.
She reached around Thompson's legs and found the backs of his knees. With a sudden jerk, Denise managed to get the gambler to sit down. Thompson's legs seemed to fade and die underneath him, till he ended up flat on his back, his legs raised on each side of Denise's brunette head. All the while tie was sinking to the floor, her mouth never left his cock. Denise sucked and licked as avidly as she had when she started giving him head.
That four hundred bucks was an incentive, but the idea of sucking off Thompson while the well-hung black man fucked her doggy style excited Denise even more.
To have that big, black ebony prick inside her cunt, she'd almost have been willing to pay four hundred rather than receive it.
Her brunette head burrowed into Thompson's groin as her mouth sucked and tongued his dick. On her knees, Denise's pussy was fully exposed and spread wide open for the black man to jab his stiff home cock into.
Denise almost cried out when it was apparent that the black man wasn't going to fuck her cunt.
He was going to screw her ass!
Denise was suddenly terrified. She no longer had a virgin ass, but Thompson's prick was nowhere near as large as this guy's. He could literally rip her guts apart with his mighty tool. He could fuck up and down inside her asshole and destroy her innards with each thrust.
The deep voice came from behind. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Duke."
The next thing Denise remembered was being slammed forward to fall prone on Thompson's chest. She had to let his now firm, throbbingly erect cock slide out of her mouth, because Duke had slammed into her so hard that she could not withstand the force. It had knocked her flat onto Thompson.
Thompson complained. "Goddammit, Duke! Watch where you're shoving with that prick of yours! You could have had her rip off my family jewels!"
Duke laughed, rich, vibrant and long. "You silly son of a bitch! You'd never miss such a pitiful set of balls!"
"Now, look, you black bastard..." Thompson started, only to be cut off by Denise.
"Hey! Cool it, you two. Let me get back to sucking your cock, Thompson. And Duke, take it easy with that prick of yours. I'm just a tiny little girl." Duke laughed while Thompson glowered. But the arrangement seemed to suit them both very well. The gambler leaned back on his elbows and watched Denise lower her head again to blow him.
She tensed her butt as she felt Duke approach her again, knowing what it would be like to have that telephone pole of his shoved up her ass.
It would hurt like hell.
As if he had just tried the savage entry into her asshole to make a point, the black man gently nudged forward until the coal black tip of his cock started to intrude into Denise's wet cunt.
She was flowing with cunt juice. This was what the man needed to properly oil his prick for entry up her ass.
Duke's monster of a cock slowly entered Denise's snatch. She felt it edge into her hole and stretch her cunt until she wanted to screw. If he had fucked into her as hard as he could, she would have passed out from the pain. His prick was simply too big and too long to easily be accommodated in her tight, hot little cunt.
Denise seemed to realize this as he stroked forward to press his prick with her cunt juices, and he took his time. Denise felt his hands grip her hips, pull her back to meet his long tube of hard meat. The ebony prick was completely stuffed inside her cunt within a minute.
Denise could only moan and suck harder at Thompson's prick. The gambler enjoyed the blowjob, even if he didn't fully realize why she was becoming so much more aroused as Duke's whang entered her snatch.
The gambler couldn't have any idea at all what it felt like to have ten inches of jet black coal rammed into an impossibly, tight cunt. Denise gloried in the feeling, reveled in the sensations that flooded her body. Warmth began to diffuse from her cunt into her belly. Tingly feelings ran up and down her spine until she had goosebumps all over her satiny skinned back.
As Duke started to pull out, his plug of dick created an immense vacuum inside her cunt. Denise felt as if her guts were being drawn out of her body along with the huge prick.
A slight pop resulted when Duke finally jerked the last millimeter of his ten-inch dong from Denise's grasping pussy. He didn't want to fuck her cunt, although he knew it would have been fun because of the tightness he felt while inside her.
Fucking her ass would be even more fun.
Powerful black fingers flipped the snowy white asscheeks and pulled the meaty globes apart. The humid crease of Denise's butt was exposed. At the bottom of the dank crack was the puckered hole of her bung. This was Duke's entryway into the long, tight passage of Denise's bowels.
Duke's mighty prick pushed against the hesitant, resisting muscle. This time, Denise tried to concentrate. She wanted to relax, wanted that incredibly massive prick shoved into her asshole.
This wasn't the same as having Thompson ream her out for the first time. She was experienced now.
And she would experience the ultimate in ass fucking from Duke. Never had the brunette seen such a well-hung stud, and to have him up her ass would be the thrill of a lifetime.
She almost wished she hadn't taken a full mouth of cock. Although she wanted to continue giving Thompson the blow job she had started, since he was the one paying for this orgy and she felt obligated to give him as much in return for his money as possible. She wanted to be able to scream and yell and cry out her passions when that mighty black cock entered her ass and sailed up her rectum!
All that she could do was mutter a, "UMMMM!" around the shaft of Thompson's cock.
As Duke worked his way up her asshole, Denise almost fainted. The stretched feeling was simply unbearable. She was twisted and pulled and yanked in directions she didn't know existed. Her insides felt like fire ants had been turned loose. She burned. She was on fire. Napalm seared at her delicate internal tissues. Add ate away at her nerves.
When Duke's prick was fully buried in her ass, Denise did manage to cry out, "Oooohhhh, shiiit! Fuck me, you black son of a bitch! Don't just leave it up meeee!"
Duke's laughter seemed to taunt her. He was enjoying her discomfort. The black man knew how much she was being torn apart and delighted in the power he had over her. As long as Denise was impaled on his spike of dick, she wasn't going anywhere. In fact he could drive her wild by the smallest twitch of his hips.
Just to be sure, Duke tried it. He rotated his powerful hips the smallest amount. His mighty rod inside Denise's ass seemed to swing to and fro in a mighty arc that was going to rip the woman asunder.
Duke laughed again. "What's a matter, hanky bitch? Ain't you never had a real cock in you before?"
He laughed again, then began to pull his dong from her humid bowels. When only his knob remained inside Denise's asshole, Duke shoved forward again. This was no gradual entry. This was a hard thrust.
Denise grunted, but she said nothing. She wasn't going to give Duke the satisfaction.
Her peace of mind lasted only an instant. Duke began to really fuck her tight little bung. Denise couldn't control her body. She began to buck back to meet the ten-inch thrust up her shit-chute, her body hunching and humping to cram every single millimeter of Duke's cock into her guts.
Duke chuckled as he picked up the tempo. He bucked faster and faster, delighting in the feel of friction along his entire ten inches of cast iron prong. He had to admit that this white chick was something special. Most of the whores that Thompson picked up had cunts that gaped open and assholes you could drive a Mack truck into.
Not this brunette chick. Not Denise. Duke had found her cunt clutching hard at his prick. That wasn't unusual for him. What was very unusual was the strength with which she clamped down on his cock.
And the flaming hot ass! That was something the black pimp had searched all over Vegas for and never found. He loved ass fucking. There was something special about the gently rounded, gleaming white globes of asscheek that turned him on in a big way.
He had his pick of any of half a hundred whores. His stable was the biggest and best in all of Clark County. He made sure that all of his girls were in top form by fucking them from time to time himself, liking to think of it as an on site inspection tour.
What was completely different was the power with which Denise clamped around him. The heat built up quickly and seemed to burn at him. As much friction as he was generating with his fucking, he began to wonder if he'd burn any of his ten inches off.
Denise couldn't bear the feeling of his prick inside her ass any longer. As Duke fucked into her butt with a particularly deep and hard thrust, she came, her orgasm blotting out the sounds of the other people in the room while they fucked, even blanking out the taste of Thompson's cock in her mouth.
She was abandoned in a universe where all that existed was a ten-inch cock and her tiny asshole.
As her inner muscles tightened with orgasm, Duke suddenly realized how vulnerable he was. His bravado about being a big stud was half-bluff, half-true. When he felt Denise's ass flesh tighten even more around his cock, the black man positively knew that he was in immediate danger of blasting his wad off into her pulsing butt.
That would have been humiliating. He prided himself on fucking four or five chicks before creaming one of them, and here was the very first one bringing him off like a teenaged kid with his first piece of ass.
As Duke felt the cum rising along his dick, he decided that fucking this lovely white ass wasn't bad at all, and it couldn't be any disgrace to blast out his cum after only ten minutes of fucking.
Denise was such a hot one, she could give a stone statue a hard-on. Duke let his jism blast and burn out of the tip of his cock while he closed his eyes and let the heat from her asshole fill his groin.
The fiery load from Duke's balls splattered into Denise's bowels. She felt the heated impact of his cum as she came down from her own orgasm, and the burning in her loins ignited another orgasm. The woman gasped, then clawed at the carpeting as her body shivered and contorted through another physically racking climax.
When her body let her experience the world around her again, Duke's cock had gone limp and dribbled out of her bung. With the huge plug of meat gone from her shitter, Denise could concentrate on giving Thompson a good blowjob again.
His cock had grown progressively firmer in her mouth. Now that she had come and Duke's black cock no longer tormented and twisted in her bowels, Denise could give her full attentions to the shaft of tasty meat in her mouth.
Her tongue lashed out and tried to poke its way down the pinprick hole in the end of Thompson's cock. Denise knew that her effort was doomed to failure, but she didn't care. Just trying gave her pleasure. And from the way the gambler bucked and thrashed underneath her, it had to give him a hell of a lot of pleasure, too.
As Thompson laced his fingers through her hair to guide the motion of her head up and down his prong, he croaked in a lust dulled voice; "Keep suckin', baby, keep suckin'! That's so damned gooood!"
Denise sucked his cock as hard as she could.
Her tongue swirled around the spire of man meat in her mouth and bathed every square millimeter of Thompson's shaft with her saliva. He was wet from the very tip of his cock all the way down to his hairy balls. Denise missed no patch of skin on his aroused prick, no matter how small, with her tongue as she licked and lapped at him like his dick was some sexy kind of lollipop.
She moved her head up and down his shaft, taking his rod fully into her mouth, then pushed against the tip of his knob with her tongue. The suction she applied kept the man in a constant state of intense arousal. The tonguing she meted out to him whipped him to a sexual frenzy that had to result in his climax.
For Thompson, coming again was painful. Denise had drained his balls twice that day. He had fucked her ass long and hard and jetted out his cum. She had virtually milked him of his jism again in the shower, using her eager, hungry cunt.
As Thompson's groin pulsed and burned, his balls made a convulsive effort and shot out a few spurts of cum. It wasn't much, but after fucking Denise twice in quick succession, it was about all that was humanly possible.
As the first sticky gob of his cum touched her tongue, Denise smeared it all over her tastebuds. The jism was a gourmet's treat for her, for the faint taste that had lingered on the gambler's cock had only been an appetizer.
Now she wanted the main course.
Denise was virtually robbed of her reward for sucking so long and well on the man's dong. The second jet of jism was more of a trickle out of the tiny hole in the middle of the purpled hood at the end of his prick. Thompson simply didn't have any more cum stored in his balls to squirt out into the woman's hungering mouth.
Denise licked her lips after she felt the man's prong begin to go limp almost immediately after shooting off.
She was disappointed, but she couldn't really show it. Denise didn't want to make Thompson mad by complaining about what a rotten thing it was that he didn't have any more spunk in him than two tiny squirts. She wanted more of his cock, but most of all, she wanted the four hundred dollars he had promised her.
Denise looked at him and quickly decided that it would be a while before he could give her the money. The gambler had curled up on the floor and had begun to snore.
She had completely exhausted him.
Chapter Seven
Denise looked down at the now snoring Thompson and, deciding he wasn't going to be any mon fun for a while, she rolled over on to her back and gazed at Duke. The black stud was peacefully resting with his back against the wall.
He said, "Sorry, but you've done me in for at least another ten minutes."
Denise's eyes lingered on the man's huge dong. Even soft, it was a monster of a cock. She wished that she could have it shoved up her twat, that she could have savored it like she had Thompson's. His dong was just too good to go to waste.
She'd take that big black fuck stick up her cunt anytime -- and she'd even do it for nothing! That was a lousy attitude for a would be whore, but Denise didn't care. After all, pleasure had to mean something in any job.
As Denise was wondering what to do to still the itching in her cunt for more cock, a soft voice inquired, "Are you busy?"
Denise turned to see the redhead with the big knockers come up to her. The other woman dropped to her knees, the flaming red thatch of her pussy brazenly exposed as she knelt. In some way that Denise did not fully understand, seeing the other woman naked and exposed as she was did something to her.
Denise actually found herself sexually wanting another woman!
She shivered at how kinky that was. She wasn't a lesbian. Why should she want to make love to another woman?
Still, however, a single thought lingered in her mind. Did this woman's cunt juice taste anything like the faint traces of her own pussy oil that had lingered on Thompson's cock after their fuck in the shower? Would it be as tasty?
"Hi. My name's Wendy. What's yours?"
"Denise." The brunette felt the black man's eyes fastened on her, examining her like a bug under a microscope as he took in every word of the conversation.
Wendy said, "I sort of ran through the guys that were playing with me. I see you did the same to Thompson and... Duke." Wendy's eyes widened slightly in awe when she realized that Denise had brought off the black giant.
Somehow, Denise was filled with pride at her accomplishment. She wasn't sure how many chicks Duke fucked in a week, but she'd have bet any amount of money that it was a lot. And she'd gotten him to come after only ten minutes of fucking her perky ass!
"If you're not doing anything..." Wendy let the rest of her sentence trail off in obvious invitation for a more intimate encounter. Denise wasn't sure she should answer the redhead at all. Making love to another woman seemed perverse to her, yet Wendy was really sexy and... appealing.
Denise couldn't honestly say the redhead was pretty, but there was a pixieish quality about the flaming red hair and the china white oval far with the bright green eyes. An innocence seemed to exude from the redhead that Denise knew didn't exist, for Wendy was able to talk about sucking off two men at once and not get the least bit flustered.
"What did you have in mind?"
Wendy smiled and moved closer to Denise. "I thought you might like to share some of Thompson's fruit."
The redhead reached over and picked up two bananas from a nearby bowl on a coffee table.
Denise furrowed her brows. She didn't understand what Wendy meant. Not exactly, at any rate. It was obvious she didn't want to eat the bananas, but what...?
Wendy's hand reached out and lightly touched one of Denise's fiery red nipples. The feathery touch of the other woman's hand sent an electric surge into Denise's chest that delighted her. It astounded her, too. She hadn't thought she could get so turned on by another woman. She was very wrong.
Wendy continued to lightly rub and caress the snowy white tits presented to her by Denise. When the joys coursing through her body became too much, the brunette lay back on the soft shag carpet and just enjoyed the feel of the other woman's hand on her boobs.
The gentle massaging turned mare and more aggressive. Soon, Wendy was mashing both of Denise's boobs flat against her chest. Thumb and forefinger gripped around nipples and pressed down hard on them. The nubbins of erectile tissue transmitted Denise's excited heartbeat directly to Wendy's fingers, telling her how much the dark haired woman was being turned on by the tit fondling.
Wendy leaned over and placed her lips firmly against Denise's. For a moment, Denise resisted. It was futile. When the redhead's tongue managed to force its way between Denise's lips and enter her mouth, the brunette knew there was nothing to do but relax and enjoy.
Her tongue began to race around Wendy's. Together, their tongues, swirled and twisted about, then began darting back and forth. First, both tongues would be in Wendy's mouth, then in Denise's. The oral acrobatics began to occupy Denise's consciousness, and she didn't notice that the hands that had been fondling her boobs had stopped.
Wendy moved down the snowy cones to their broad bases after she had squeezed the boobs a couple of times. Noticing that Denise didn't appear to respond very much, Wendy's hands drifted lower and lower on the other woman's body until one hand came to rest on a gentle curve of ass.
The other found a tangled mat of pussy bush. The jungle of wettened muff hair betrayed Denise's rising lust for the other woman. When Wendy went still lower, she encountered a fully erect clit. A light brush across the most sensitive organ of Denise's body produced an earthquaking throughout the brunette's torso.
But still Wendy went lower, separating the pink, scalloped pussylips, her fingers lightly touching the edges of Denise's gash, then making a sudden, forceful entry into the dark hole of her cunt.
Denise shuddered at the sudden invasion of her frothing man hole. She had never had a woman feel her up like this. It was still another instance of Denise's broadening sexual expertise.
Wendy's hand pressed down hard on Denise's twat, her fingers plunging deep into the flowing well of the brunette's cunt. When she began to flex and wiggle her fingers, Denise felt the tides of passion rising within her horny cunt.
"Oh, yesssss! That's the greatest thing I've ever felt!" she exclaimed, surprised that she could possibly consider another woman's attentions to be all right.
Wendy said nothing. She dived down to kiss and suckle one of Denise's jugs and when her mouth closed over the ruddy tip of areola, Denise thought she would go insane with ecstasy.
The fingers in her cunt twisted and turned and stimulated the nerve ending around her entire pussy mound. The addition of a wet mouth sucking and tonguing her nipples was too much for the aroused woman's completely overloaded nervous system.
Denise weakly collapsed and felt like rubber inside. She felt the rug crush under her weight but didn't really care that it prickled and scratched a bit. The primary things were the fingers inside her cunt and Wendy's sucking mouth.
Lances of delight jabbed into her belly every time the redhead twisted her hand, and it felt like thousands of tiny feet dancing on her nipple when Wendy would lick with her tongue.
The redhead was having a lot of fun turning Denise on to the lez action. Her hand was covered with the brunette's twat juice, which allowed her to stroke up and down the pussylips without chafing their tender surfaces. The motion of her hand drove Denise crazy with passion, and it did a lot in turning Wendy on, too. The redhead enjoyed the feel of another woman's cunt under her hand.
The oozing juices excited her. The tender flaps that protected the depths of a cunt were so soft and squishy. She loved stroking the gently scalloped ridges of a gash with her fingers. And Denise's tangled bush really turned Wendy on. Running her hands over the pussy mound, then lacing her fingers in the thatch and stroking were exceptionally exciting to her.
Just fondling another woman did things to her deep inside. Wendy couldn't explain it. She just knew she enjoyed the hell out of making love to another woman.
And Denise was really getting to the point of total abandonment of all her morals. She was doing things that would have repulsed her less than a week earlier. Now she was ass fucking with the best of them, sucking cock -- and allowing another chick to make love to her.
As Wendy continued to suck and pull the expanding nipple into her mouth, it occurred to Denise that she should be doing something in return for the pleasure Wendy was giving her. Stroking the red hair as the woman sucked on a convenient boob wasn't quite enough.
Denise finally reached down and gripped both of Wendy's jugs. With a passion born of her own inner needs, she squeezed down and manipulated the other woman's tits with a fierceness that she didn't really intend. But Wendy wasn't complaining. She enjoyed rough treatment. The feel of the fingers brutally kneading the doughy flesh of her well formed tits added fuel to the flames of her lust.
To return, in kind, the favor that Denise was granting her, Wendy started to suck on the brown haired beauty's nipple for all she was worth, her cheeks going concave under the intense suction she exerted. Her mouth seemed to draw the tiny pillar of fiery red flesh out of the marshmallowy base and stiffen it. When Wendy shoved her tongue firmly down on top of Denise's nipple, the girl could detect the brunette's heartbeat through the pebble of aroused flesh.
Wendy knew that she was going to get off then. She had Denise strung out to the point where the woman would do anything.
Wendy continued to suckle on Denise's milk bag, her fingers still explored the pink flaps of her cuntlips, repeatedly plunging into the juicy depths of Denise's tight and fiercely hot snatch. When Wendy inserted a finger up Denise's asshole, the woman came.
She had tried to hold back the rising tide of orgasm she felt building up in her body, wanting to fully enjoy the fondling and sucking she was getting from Wendy, but her body betrayed her. Denise couldn't restrain herself when Wendy thrust that finger up her tightly clenched asshole. She was increasingly aware that her ass was a potent sexual area, an erogenous zone second only to her cunt.
Wendy wiggled her finger inside Denise's cunt and ass repeatedly while the winds of orgasm gusted through the brunette's body. When the gale force winds died to a gentle breeze, Wendy continued her sexual arousal of her willing and completely wanton sex partner.
"Don't stop, Wendy. Please don't stop!" begged Denise, afraid that the girl might cease her delicious activities now that she had come.
"Don't worry, Denise. I won't. This is too damn much fun!"
Wendy's hands roved over Denise's supple body. The lightest touch produced hurricanes of delight in her body. She knew she was still in control of Denise from the way the beauty's cunt overflowed with twat juice.
The sight of all that lubricant going to waste spurred Wendy on. Her own cunt had long since turned watery and cried out for attention. She reached down and handed one of the bananas to Denise, taking the other one for herself.
"Here, Denise. Stuff it up my cunt, then fuck me with it."
Denise was momentarily confused, her brain not yet recovered from the veiling fog of lust created by her orgasm.
"What?" was all she could ask.
"Here, do this!" Wendy ordered, slipping the yellow fruit between Denise's smooth white thighs, poking for an instant until she found the liquid hole, then ramming the banana all the way into the woman's cunt.
Denise screamed out, "AAAAAIIEEEEE!" as the fruit sailed up her quim. She felt the slightest curve in the banana twist through her cunt in ways that a man's cock never could without breaking off. A prick simply didn't bend like that. But the fruit stimulated hidden nerves that Denise didn't know existed in her cunt.
She fell back to the rug again and wiggled her hips, her eyes tightly screwed shut and her entire world centered around her cunt. The feeling of the fruit stuffed into her twat was a totally new experience. When Wendy began to fuck her with the banana, Denise was certain she would lose her mind.
But the white curtain of lust that covered her brain rapidly dissipated, and Denise started to get control back, to concentrate on the pleasure soaring through her entire body. Her cunt was the center of all that sensation. The banana was the cause.
As Wendy expertly fucked Denise with the curved fruit, she watched in rapt fascination as the yellow dildo would disappear almost entirely up Denise's brown thatched pussy, then squirt out when the woman's cunt muscles squeezed down.
The yellow of the banana soon glistened with Denise's twat juice.
Denise fought to keep control of her body. Soon, she could enjoy the feeling of getting fucked by the banana without being totally dominated by it. She rolled to her side while Wendy continued to slip the fruit in and out of her wanton cunt.
Denise reached out, hesitant and unsure of herself. Her trembling hand rested on the cool, silky smooth inner thigh of the other girl. With increasing confidence, Denise began to stroke up and down across Wendy's flame red pussy mound. As her hand became coated with the redhead's cunt juice, Denise found herself growing hotter and hotter.
Being fucked with the banana drove her crazy, but the kinky idea that she was actually stuffing her fingers up another girl's cunt turned her on almost as much. When Denise inserted the banana she held into Wendy's cunt, the other girl shuddered in erotic response.
Denise was spurred on by the other girl's reaction. She started ramming the yellow fruit in and out of Wendy's twat as fast as she could, fucking the redhead until she had a climax of her own.
Watching the passion-racked features of the other girl produced an odd combination of feelings inside Denise. She delighted in the knowledge that she was the one who brought off Wendy, but there was guilt, also. It was wrong for her to fuck with another woman. Her upbringing told her so.
Applying the same standards she had used since deciding to make money by whoring, Denise quickly decided that anything that felt this good couldn't be bad. God wasn't a cruel, heartless bastard. He couldn't deny a woman pleasure. Cunts wouldn't have been placed in women's bodies if they hadn't been meant for use.
What was the difference whether a man or another woman gave her the ultimate in human ecstasy?
There was no difference.
The two women continued to shove the yellow fruit into each other's twats. Denise watched her banana slide out, then disappear back into the unknown depths of Wendy's cunt. From the shivers and shudders of the redhead's body, Denise knew that she must be feeling the same emotions that racked her own body. That common bond of shared experience seemed to draw her nearer to Wendy than she had ever felt with another sex partner. What matter that she was enjoying lesbian lovemaking?
The two women passionately locked together when their bananas simultaneously were crammed up inside them. Kissing, their tongues explored the other's mouth. Their salvias mixed, sweet and heady tasting. Their aroused nipples poked into each other and stimulated them all the more.
Denise found that she could keep the banana buried far up her cunt by scissoring her legs together. She rubbed her pussy mound wantonly against the red thatch of Wendy's bush and, locked together in each other's arms, the two women began to roll over and over on the rug.
Denise found herself approaching another climax. She didn't even try to hold it back this time. It seemed too important to her to just let it rip through her mind and seize her body with the iron grip of supreme ecstasy.
Wendy rocked through her own climax. Still gripping each other, they slipped down the pleasant slopes of post-coital dreaminess.
Wendy reached down and plucked the banana from Denise's cunt. Grinning wickedly, she began to lick and suck on the banana to get all of the other woman's twat oil off it, then peeled the fruit and ate it with obvious gusto.
Denise asked, "Good?"
"Ummm, you bet!" came the immediate answer.
Denise pulled the banana dildo out of Wendy's snatch and duplicated the redhead's actions. She found the succulent taste of the woman's cunt juice intermixed with the tang of the banana skin. When she peeled the fruit and started to eat it, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the flavor had penetrated the fruit itself. The banana was warm from its berth inside Wendy's cunt. It was also highly flavored by the woman's cunt juices. Denise devoured the fruit with obvious enthusiasm.
As she was eating, she heard a familiar voice call out to her.
"You. The one with the nice ass." Duke's hard-on was obvious as was the lust in his voice.
"You want a job? I got a place for a nice cunt like you. I run fifty girls. All top-notch stuff, high pay and a fancy pad."
Denise looked at him. "Exactly what are you asking?" She thought she knew but wanted to be sure.
"I'm in business to make money. You can make me money. I can guarantee you a lot more bread than you get freelancing. Dig? You work for me as one of my girls, we both get a lot of bread. I know a dozen guys who'd try to cut each other's balls off just to get a chance to fuck you."
"You want me to whore for you, is that it?"
"Yeah. We could make a great team, you and me. I find you the johns, you take the money. We split 70-30, me getting the lion's share. And I'll take care of any unpleasant customers." Duke seemed confident that Denise wouldn't turn him down.
"Sorry, Duke. All I want's my money from Thompson. I really don't want to get too involved in this scene."
"Part-timer, huh? Well, the offer stands if you want to go full time. Give me a call at 325-6969 if you change your mind. A tight cunt like yours is too good to waste, you know?"
Denise smiled wanly, then rose and found Thompson's trousers. She rustled through them until she found the man's fat wallet. Since he was still sleeping, she pulled out four one-hundred dollar bills, then tucked the wallet back into the pocket. She found her clothes and quickly dressed.
In less than fifteen minutes, Denise was going out the gambler's front door to summon a cab.
But the memory of Duke's offer lingered in her mind. She was repulsed by the very idea of having anyone pimp for her, and yet Denise had to admit she was flattered.
It wasn't every day a girl got told she was hot stuff.
Chapter Eight
Denise went back to the casino with her hard-earned money. She was sore, and her ass ached like it had been through a war. In a manner of speaking, Denise had been the route. She was constantly at war with her outmoded morals.
The more she saw and experienced, the more she realized that she had been living in a sexual ghetto. She had been depriving herself of some fantastic experiences by staying with Ray. Screwing Clark had not broadened her horizons that much.
Since coming to Vegas, she had her lovely white ass. And Wendy, cute, winsome little Wendy and her lesbian ways had turned Denise on more than she cared to admit.
The change was good for her. She figured that she might try hooking for a while longer. She certainly couldn't complain about the money. There was simply no way she could have earned as much bread in such a short time. There wasn't any other profession that would net her four hundred dollars for an afternoon's "work".
And she hardly considered fucking as work. It was too damn much fun to think of it as work!
Denise strayed into the big gambling area of the Stellar. She saw little old ladies stuffing coins into the slot machines, then walked to one of the machines and watched for a few minutes. There was something hypnotic about watching the wheels spin, then click into place before spilling out a handful of coins.
One woman seemed to be playing six machines at the same time, taking them in rotation. Denise was fascinated seeing the lady go from one, then to the next. The thought crossed the brunette's mind that this could be just as vicious a job as any eight to five rat race.
On impulse, Denise pulled out a quarter and waited for the woman to move to the next machine in her row.
Denise inserted the coin and pulled the lever. The wheels spun -- and so did the woman.
With a feral snarl, the woman snapped, "Get away from my machines, you bitch!"
Denise watched the first wheel click. A bar was exposed in the small window on the machine.
"Lady, this is a public casino, and I have as much right to play these slots as you do. So bug off." The second wheel stopped and came up a bar. The woman's face turned red as the last wheel clicked into place. A third bar came up and set off flashing lights and bells to signal a large jackpot. Denise had won fifty dollars on her single quarter.
The woman glaring at her was absolutely livid with rage.
As Denise collected her winnings, the woman mumbled under her, breath, "That shoulda been me. I was playing that machine. I got it to the payoff and this bitch steals it away from me!"
Denise laughed heartily as she walked to the crap table. She observed several passes and a considerable amount of money being lost. Denise remembered Thompson's poor luck with the dice and decided to try something else.
If she could run the four-hundred -- four-fifty, she corrected herself -- into a nice, big stake, she could get out of town and try to find a good job somewhere else.
The roulette wheel seemed to attract her like a magnet, draws iron. She went to the spinning wheel and watched a couple of tourists pull in a stack of two-dollar chips. They had won just as she had that first time around with Clark.
Denise momentarily thought of Clark. Had he gone back home to his wife? Did he even regret leaving her stranded like he had? Denise doubted it. Clark was a real bastard.
Denise started playing the roulette wheel. Cautiously at first, then with growing desperation as her bankroll diminished. In less than an hour, she had lost all of her money through wild bets and taking risks with big payoffs that had little chance of ever happening.
Dejected, Denise made her way to the bar. She glanced around and found that Liz had gone off duty. It was just as well. Denise didn't want to hassle with the bitchy waitress.
She ordered a vodka collins and sat sipping at it. Soon, the tasteless vodka had begun to warm her belly and alter her outlook on life. Things weren't really all that bad, she decided. She could still pick up some idiot who had more money than good sense. She could give him a ride that would make it worth his while.
After three or four of the deceptive drinks, Denise was well on her way to being drunk again. She couldn't taste the alcohol and figured there would be little effect on her system.
When the meek little man approached her, she was less cautious than she should have been. She never noticed a well-dressed man in a corner booth intently studying her.
The diminutive man timidly asked, "Pardon me, Miss. Is this chair taken?"
He hesitantly motioned to the seat next to her.
"No," Denise told him, "go ahead and sit down. What's yer name?"
She didn't even notice the slight slurring to her words due to the booze she had drunk so fast.
"I... uh... my name's Wally." The man emitted a little squeak that might have been a laugh.
"Wally? Jolly Wally, my name's Denise. How's about me showing you a real fine time, huh?"
The man's eyes widened slightly. He bounced his head up and down vigorously.
"S'all right, then, let's you and me get up to your room." Denise bent over and whispered in his ear, "Since I like your looks, Jolly, I'll only make it fifty. Okay?"
The man's head seemed to bounce up and down even more vigorously. He managed to croak out, "Fine with me!"
They stood and left, unaware of the sandy haired man in the corner booth watching them.
Denise had to support herself on the man as they went to the elevator. Denise noticed that Wally's arm was far stronger than she would have suspected just looking at his mousy exterior. He looked more like an accountant, but he had the muscles of someone used to hard physical labor.
As they weaved across the floor, Denise cried out, "Hey, Wally, Jolly old man, let's give the slots one whirl to see how they go! What do you say about that?"
Before the man could say anything at all, Denise crossed to a slot machine and stuffed a quarter into the slot. She yanked down on the arm and wheels spun. A lemon came up and cheated her of any winnings. Another coin was tossed into the maw of the one armed bandit. Denise had still another loss.
Wally tugged insistently at Denise's elbow. He wanted to go up to his room -- that much was obvious.
"What? Oh, hell! Yeah, Jolly, you're so right, yes sir! Right on. I almost forgot where we were headed."
Denise laughed drunkenly as she saw the silly grin split Wally's face. He seemed to be entirely teeth, all gleaming white.
She entirely missed the slight leer that might have warned her of what was to come.
Wally guided her down the hallway of the fifth floor until they came to the end. He fumbled for his key as be told Denise, "This is a special room. It's all the way down the hall and any from everyone. No disturbances. No one can hear anything that goes on down here, either. It's a nice room. I'm sure you'll like it. I like it a whole lot and ask for it everytime I come to Las Vegas."
Denise managed to keep from laughing at the man. He positively bubbled over with drivel in his eagerness to fuck her. She couldn't care less whether anyone could hear what went on in the room or not. It didn't matter to her if all of Vegas heard her fucking this little twerp. She'd even do it on television right now. She wanted some money. Wally was handy and apparently willing.
Denise stumbled in, booze soaking into her brain. She surveyed the room and found it to be nothing exceptional. Conrad's room had been a lot classier. The man had been right about one thing, though. The narrow hallway and the positioning of the closets made the room almost totally soundproof. In addition to the regular noise deadening materials in the ceiling, the location insured quiet and lots of it.
Denise started to turn to say something to Wally when powerful hands shoved her to the bed. She bounced up and down on her face, protecting her nose slightly with her hands.
She rolled over and cried, "What's..."
Denise stopped in mid-sentence. Wally had stripped off his starched white shirt and bland tie. He stood before her, naked to the waist, his muscles rippling in the dim light of the room.
Whatever he was, he was no physical weakling. He was short, but he had muscles that a weight lifter would have been proud of.
Denise instantly noticed the change in the man's bearing. No longer timid, Wally seemed domineering. He flexed his muscles when he saw she was so intently studying him.
"Like what you see, slut?" He held out his right arm and the muscles seemed to dance up and down his limb.
"Uh... yeah, Wally, sure I do. You've got quite a bod. Uh... want to get on with the... uh..."
Denise was slapped viciously across the face. The impact of the blow knocked her back onto the bed. She cowered and held her injured cheek. The change in this man had been phenomenal. One minute he had been a mouse, something contemptible. Now she was frightened to death of him and what he might do to her.
"You whores are all the same. You see a good man's body, and you get all sticky in your filthy cunts. I bet you're oozing out your slime now, aren't you, bitch?"
Wally backhanded Denise again. As she cringed, waiting for another blow to follow, site felt his powerful fingers slipping under the neckline of her dress.
Wally jerked savagely, and Denise's flimsy dress split down the front. She started to protest the treatment. He shoved her back down and ripped again. With a third quick motion, he had completely torn her dress from her body.
She was naked before him except for her skimpy underwear.
Wally openly sneered. "You cunts are all the same. Look at that disgusting brassiere! It offends me!" With that, he shoved both hands under the cups of her bra. Denise momentarily excited to the feel of his hands rubbing against her nipples, then she gasped in pain. The agony of him ripping her bra off had left a welt across her once smooth, satiny back.
"And those!" Wally pointed to Denise's shocking pink panties. "I think those are disgusting! And you're wet in the crotch! You lust after me, you dirty whore!"
Wally wickedly tore those from Denise's hips. Her clothes lay in tatters all around the room. This man was more than she had bargained for. The fog from the booze had been burned from her mind with the first slap across her face.
"Look, Wally, I... I'll do whatever..."
He slapped her again.
In a voice as cold as polar ice, he said, "You will only call me Master. If you do anything that angers me, I shall be forced to discipline you."
"Now look here, Wally..." Denise began, her temper rising.
In a motion too quick for her to follow, Wally shoved her back to the bed, rolled her to her stomach and grabbed both of her slender wrists. He held them easily in one hand. With his other, he rummaged in the table beside the bed until he found the rope.
He quickly bound both of Denise's hands behind her back and stood to survey his handiwork. Denise lay face down on the softly yielding bed, shivering with fear. Her hands were cruelly lashed together with a piece of coarse hemp rope that Wally liked to use for such adventures as this.
The man couldn't take his eyes off Denise's bouncing ass. It seemed to call out to him in some way he didn't fully understand. Whatever it was, Wally was absolutely certain that it was because of something Denise was doing on purpose.
"You wanton whore! You are tempting me with that ass of yours! For that, you shall be severely punished!"
He took another length of the coarse rope and landed a stinging blow on Denise's butt. She winced with the sharp pain that knifed into her body. How had she gotten herself into such a predicament? Denise started to cry.
"Quiet, you filthy pig! SILENCE!"
Wally continued to land blow after stinging blow on Denise's pert, snowy white ass. He watched the red welts rise and crisscross her butt as he continued to beat her. He had to discipline her for being so sexually promiscuous. It was his duty.
Wally felt himself getting a hard-on as he whipped the tender asscheeks in front of him. His muscles rippled under his tanned skin. Then, a thin sheen of sweat formed on his body. It was warm in the room, and the exertion was making him sweat profusely.
Denise sobbed and buried her face into the soft bedspread. The pain was excruciating. She felt each slap of the coarse, rough rope as it landed on her rear end. The prickly feeling irritated sensitive skin, raised welts and made her acutely uncomfortable.
The brunette couldn't imagine why she had been singled out for this degrading punishment. Her body shrieked out in misery every time Wally landed a smarting blow to her ass, and she began to tense her muscles just before each blow.
Once, Wally surprised her. She cringed when no stinging blow was landed.
The man laughed harshly, "You cringe before your master. Admit it, bitch, admit that I am your master!"
When Denise said nothing, Wally put one of his feet against her leg and pulled at her other limb with his hands, trying to split her apart at the crotch.
She gasped, "Stop it! You're killing me! My cunt, oh, my cunt's being torn apart!"
Wally continued to apply slow pressure and split Denise in half. She tried to free her trapped legs but couldn't. He had her in a grip that she simply couldn't break.
"Please stop, ooohhh, please -- MASTER!" she blurted out hoping that would give her the release she so desperately desired.
"So," Wally smirked, "you finally acknowledge me." He released her from the punishing grip, and her legs almost snapped together.
Denise cringed again when she felt his well muscled hand touch her thigh. She wanted nothing to do with this evil man, wanted only to escape his clutches. At that moment, Denise Stockton fervently wished she could be anywhere else in the world -- even with that piss poor fucker, Ray!
Chapter Nine
Wally ran his hand slowly up the soft tenderness of Denise's creamy inner thigh. He delighted in the smoothness of her skin. As his hand touched her pussy, Wally discovered that her cunt was copiously flowing with juice.
"So, pig, your cunt waters for me, eh? Here's something for those slobbering lips!" he cried, brutally thrusting his fingers up her twat. Denise struggled to get away from him but was too hampered by the ropes binding her hands. On her belly, she couldn't move too well.
And, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, his finger felt good up her cunt. She had become so dependent on fucking that she'd willingly take it from anyone, even Wally after all he'd done to her.
"Please... Master! My cunt hurts so bad! Fuck me, please fuck me!"
Wally laughed and said, "I suppose you think that if you can become the lucky recipient of my supremely precious seed, I'll leave you alone then."
Denise didn't want to openly admit it, but the thought had crossed her mind. If Wally went ahead and fucked her, he might be too tired to do anything else to her. As it was, he could beat and torture her as long as he wanted.
Wally began running his hand over Denise's whipped ass. In spite of herself, Denise found that she liked the feeling of the man's hand on her warmed flesh. His hands were cool and smooth, comforting her beaten fanny and calming her nerves.
She moaned aloud again when Wally crammed his hand into her crotch one more time. When he began flexing his fingers inside her liquid cunt, each knuckle seemed to rip and tear at her insides, his fingernails tearing at her entrails and making Denise feel as if she were slowly being destroyed as a human being.
This was total humiliation.
She was tied. She was beaten. She was helpless on the bed with a sadistic man capable of doing anything he wanted to with her.
Denise felt sweat break out on her forehead and form tiny little beads. She managed to keep from screaming in pain when Wally jammed something round and hard into her tortured pussy.
"How's that feel inside your slime pit, bitch?" he asked. Without even waiting for an answer, Wally rolled her over onto her back. In this position, Denise stared up at the man's dark face. It was obvious he was enjoying this entire scene.
Denise's shoulders began to hurt terribly. With her hands bound behind her back, she was bent into an unnatural position. Wally had picked up a roll of adhesive tape and was pulling off a long, white section of the strong, sticky tape.
"That toilet paper holder I rammed into your dirty cunt keeps slipping out. I figure this will hold it inside you where it belongs!"
Wally brutally spread Denise's legs one more time to expose her tormented snatch. He stuck one end of the tape across her bush, then trailed it along her pussy lips, making sure that the silver toilet roll holder had its spring compressed and jammed far up her cunt before continuing with his work. He spread her asscheeks and leaned into the adhesive tape to firmly stick it in place.
Denise effectively had her cunt and asshole sealed with the sticky white tape.
And the Goddamned spring-loaded toilet paper holder inside her twat tortured her every time she moved!
"Now, slut, see what else can be done with this lovely tape!" Wally tore off another section of tape almost a foot long. He spread Denise's legs even wider, then knelt between them, his knee driving hard into her compressed and taped pussylips.
Denise screamed out in pain. The holder inside her cunt felt like it was tearing her insides apart. With his knee on her pussy mound and gash, Denise was sure she was being permanently disfigured.
Wally didn't seem to even notice her agony. He began applying the tape across one of her tits so that the adhesive glued thinly down on one of her nipples. When the tape was firmly stuck to her boob, Wally leaned back and studied his handiwork.
"That looks really fine. Now..."
He ripped the tape off Denise's sensitive tit. It felt as if the delicate skin came off with the tape. As it ripped across her nipple, Denise was positive the man had permanently disfigured her. Excruciating tides of pain washed through her chest and expanded her tit with added blood. Her heart pumped wildly in reaction to the cruel treatment she was receiving from Wally.
He repeated the treatment with her other tit.
Both boobs seemed to bum, the nipples snapping erect with the blood from her pounding heart. Denise tried to still the erratic beat of her heart but failed. The man was too threatening, too dominant, for her to easily defeat him.
Pain and discomfort assaulted her body from all points. Her shoulders ached from being twisted in such an unnatural position. Her arms had gone to sleep from the circulation being cut off. Her tits seemed like forest fires had been set atop them. Her cunt tried to lubricate and water out the silver invader, but the adhesive tape that plugged her asshole and stuck to her pussy mound kept the toilet paper holder firmly inside her cunt, no matter how she twisted and turned.
"Please..." she begged, knowing it would do no good. If only she hadn't said all those things to insult the man when she had been so totally drunk!
"Please? Please? You failed to call me Master! And you were not spoken to first! Should I tape your mouth?"
Wally relished the sight of sheer tenor that flashed across Denise's finely boned features. He knew how much that idea horrified her. Even though they were isolated, as long as she could scream she might be able to get someone to come to her aid.
"No, I won't tape your mouth shut. I think I shall require you to suck my cock!"
Denise didn't know whether to cry or scream in terror. She had been brutalized, humiliated and tortured. If she could suck Wally off, he might let her go. And then again, she couldn't really tell what the man was likely to do.
Wally stood on the bed, towering over the bound woman, then stepped out of his trousers to reveal his hard-on. From that angle, his cock looked like a telephone pole to the tormented Denise. She shuddered just thinking about taking that dong into her mouth.
Wally dropped back to the bed, straddling Denise's flanks. He told her in a quiet, menacing voice, "If you try to bite my lovely prick, you'll wish you had never been born. Do you understand that you will do nothing but suck my cock?"
"Ye-Yes, Master!"
Wally edged forward, his cock, bouncing and jerking inches from the brunette's mouth.
"Go ahead! Suck on it, whore!"
Denise tried to raise her forehead and failed. She told the man, "I can't! You're too far away!"
Wally slapped her as he said, "Excuses! Always excuses from you pathetic sluts! Suck, damn you! Suck my cock!"
Denise tried to raise her head one more time. She managed to edge up on the pillow. This braced her to rise up a bit farther. Her agile pink tongue leaped out and barely flicked the tip of Wally's cock.
"Good, yew good!" he encouraged as he moved back a fraction of an inch. Getting to his quivering cock would be even harder for the bound and helpless Denise.
She struggled forward. Half-sitting, she licked out and managed to rake her tongue along the underside of his cock.
Wally smiled but did not move this time. Denise forced her body to respond in spite of all the horrible pain she felt. She finally succeeded in getting her ruby red lips around the purpled tip of Wally's prick.
When she felt the knob slide past her lips, she began to suck. This had the desired effect. It pulled his cock into her mouth. She didn't have to strain much more to take about half of his shaft into her dank, wet mouth.
Once trapped there, the cock was properly positioned for Denise to swirl her tongue around and around the fleshy rod. His cock seemed to expand under the treatment she was giving it, jerking and quivering inside her mouth as her tongue stroked the sensitive flap of skin just under the tip of the man's dick.
Wally groaned constantly in abject pleasure, enjoying the delicate, feathery touches of Denise's tongue on his dick. The man wanted to humiliate his bound captive, but he could also appreciate a good blow job.
Denise tasted the faint musky tang of an aroused man's cock. She tried to take more of the pillar of man meat into her mouth, but her body failed her. Muscles strained to the breaking point refused to respond to her command to forge ahead and take in more prick. She couldn't suck in a single millimeter more of Wally's dong.
The man seemed to notice this immediately.
"Why are you stopping, you stupid cunt? You spurn my huge cock! You laugh at my manhood!"
Wally pulled back so that Denise could not possibly reach his dong. She allowed her head to fall back to the bed, the strain across her shoulders relaxing immediately, but her body tensed again when she saw Wally pick up the coarse rope with which he had beaten her ass into a flaming expanse of red welts.
He swirled the rope around her face a few times, then snickered in a most malicious manner.
"I wouldn't hit you in the face. I wouldn't want to mar it because I want you to see what you missed!"
Wally dropped the full weight of his body across Denise's boobs, pressing his ass firmly down into her tits so that she couldn't even squirm under his body.
The man began stroking up and down his prong. As he jacked himself, Wally carefully told Denise all the things he had done to her, all the things he would do to her unless she cooperated.
Denise was so frightened, she would have done anything had she been able to do.
She watched the man's hand run up and down his prick. The cock turned an angry red, then began to jerk and expand. She knew what was going to happen but couldn't look away. She saw the first white bullet of Wally's jism arc through the air, splattering into the headband of the bed.
He pushed his cock down so that the second and third blasts of cum gushed fully into Denise's face. She screwed her eyes shut, but it did little good. A tiny droplet of his spunk trickled into the bound woman's left eye.
After the fifth spurt, Denise thought the man was finished with her. She was wrong. He bent forward and wiped his prick off in her lustrous brown hair. She had his gooey slime slowly drying in her hair as well as on her face.
Wally straightened, then stood on the bed. "Well, whore, how do you like having a real man make love to you? You didn't cooperate very well. And for that..."
Denise screamed as Wally tore the adhesive tape off her snatch. The sticky white tape ripped up a huge wad of her muff, then skinned her pussylips. Her asshole escaped almost unscathed, only a little of the skin around her shitter pulled off with the tape.
Wally looked at the piece of tape with the lewd mixture of hair and delicate skin on it. He tossed it across Denise's face.
"There. You can put it back after I leave."
Wally didn't say another word. He dressed, then left.
Denise managed to roll over to one side. This took some of the pressure off her arms and shoulder blades. By moving her legs back and forth like she was riding a bicycle and squeezing down with her stomach muscles, the woman managed to squirt the toilet paper holder from her tortured cunt.
She was relieved to find that there wasn't any blood on the silver cylinder. It glistened obscenely in the dim light of the room, but it was from her cunt juice.
Denise managed to struggle to her feet. She walked into the bathroom in search of something to cut her ropes. She couldn't see what she was doing and didn't relish the idea of cutting her own wrists and bleeding to death. The first thing she had done was check the telephone.
Wally had cut the cord.
The brunette found that the edge of the medicine chest was extremely sharp on one side. Using the mirror's reflection to work by, she laboriously worked the coarse rope back and forth over the rough edge until the strands parted.
With a sigh of relief, she collapsed forward and sat on the john for several minutes, the white plastic seat cooling her beaten butt. She rubbed her wrists until the circulation returned, then rubbed her sore pussy.
That was a solid ache that would take a while to leave her body. In spite of all the rough treatment, the only real damage Wally had done to her body was the ass whipping. She felt the red stripes crisscrossing her rear, but her cunt seemed to be undamaged. Her tits hurt, like hell, but they weren't injured.
Only her pride was really injured. She had taken everything the sadist could offer and hadn't gotten a Goddamn red cent for it. And her clothes, her lovely clothes, were ruined.
Denise quickly showered in the room to get the spunk off her face and out of her luxurious hair, then dried herself and made a quick check of the closets.
There was nothing she could use as clothing. Outside the window, it was dark. Denise didn't know what time it was. Possibly three or four in the morning. If so, few people would be out in the hotel's halls. Taking the chance, she wrapped the bedspread around her naked body, took her purse with her room key and slipped into the hallway.
In less than fifteen minutes of skulking furtively up the stairway, she was back in her own room.
Denise Stockton sat in an easy chair and shook when she realized that she could have been left dead in Wally's room.
Chapter Ten
Denise's smile vanished the instant she saw Sonya. The woman had changed into a black leather outfit that was mostly brass studded straps. Two straps crossed her chest and lifted the woman's naked boobs. Her knockers swayed the slightest amount as she moved, but the restraining straps did their job well.
A broad leather band ran through her crotch. At the point where her cunt would be was a large opening in the leather strap. Obviously, she could be fucked through the strap -- it wasn't a chastity belt. Sonya wore black leather gloves that stopped above her elbows. Boots topping her knees completed the outfit.
And dangling from the belt rings were a variety of nasty looking, short leather whips.
Denise realized in a flash of revelation that she had gotten herself into the same scene she had enacted with Wally.
"Now, look Sonya..." Denise began.
"My pretty pretty wants her money, my pretty pretty cooperates. And if you displease us, you get nothing. You forget that what you do for a living is illegal in Las Vegas."
Denise flared, "That's not true! Prostitution is legal in Nevada!"
Sonya smiled, her green eyes glazing with merriment. "What you say is true. But you obviously didn't know that it's illegal in Clark County. If we turned you over to the vice squad, you'd spend a long time in jail. Besides, a little pain can be instructive. It's surprising how pain accentuates the pleasure centers in a human body!"
Denise dived off the bed, but she was too slow. Sonya had used one of the longer whips and wrapped it around one of Denise's pretty ankles, effectively trapping her for the amazon's brutal attentions.
Denise fell heavily to the floor. Surprisingly enough. Ralph made no effort to help his wife catch Denise. He sat, totally naked and with his hands folded, in a chair watching the spectacle unfold in front of him.
Denise jerked the whip out of Sonya's hand and tried to get to the door. She found her way blocked by the huge, shapely bulk of the other woman. Denise feinted to one side and tried to slip by after dodging to the other. It was as if Sonya could read her mind.
Large, long fingered hands clutched at Denise's arm. Denise managed to jerk free and staggered back into the room. She tripped over the bed and Sonya was on top of her in an instant. The brunette tried to fight off the gorgeous blonde the best she could, but she was outclassed and out weighted. It was also obvious Sonya had experience in catching and holding unwilling sex partners.
"Dammit, let me go!" raged Denise.
"After you've done as I command!" snapped Sonya. "You will lick my cunt. Now, slave, NOW!"
Denise hesitated. Then she figured she had nothing to lose. It wasn't as if Sonya was going to beat her like Wally had done. Sonya sensed the resignation and relaxed her grip slightly. She moved her hips over and squatted on Denise's face.
The leather strap immediately got in Denise's way. She had to strain her tongue to lightly touch the woman's pussylips, which were completely compressed and held close by the restricting black leather strap. Denise finally succeeded in getting her tongue through the opening in the broad band and began to lick and lap at the pink tinged edges of Sonya's cunt.
Denise ran her tongue down the ridge of pussylips before stuffing her tongue as far into the blonde's cunt as she could. The succulent juices dribbled out and oiled the leather strap. The brunette discovered that she could get almost as much taste of pussy oil from licking the strap as straining to send her tongue dashing into Sonya's fleece rimmed man hole.
The juices trickling out of the blonde's juicy quim excited Denise and made her forget her plight. She may have been pinned under the huge woman, but sampling her cunt was more than enough fun to make up for the discomfort.
Sonya moaned and said, "YESSS! That's goood, slave, very goooood!"
Her hips began to move back and forth. Denise had to crane her neck and stretch it in unnatural angles to keep up. The leather strap chafed her lips. As Sonya pound her cunt down into Denise's face, the brunette tried to wiggle free.
Sonya's seemed outraged. "You cheap slut! You think your cunt is better than mine? I'll show you!"
Denise didn't have to have a script to know what was going to happen next. She saw Sonya reach for a short riding crop. The blonde brought the short braided leather staff down on Denise's side. Then she moved up and began lightly whipping her tits.
The trapped brunette squirmed and cried out piteously, "Stop, please, it hurts! IT HURTS!"
"SILENCE!" roared Sonya. "You are my slave to do with as I please. It pleases me to see you in pain."
Denise tried to bear up under the rain of blows that stung her jugs and left red stripes. Her tits began to feel as if they were balloons that had been overinflated and would pop at any instant. Still Sonya continued to whip both the snowy sides and the ruddy crests.
As Sonya laid her riding crop across the aroused nipples, Denise came. She had felt the urgings of her body and tried to deny them, but when Sonya lashed out with the whip and struck a firm blow across the fiery red, aroused nipples, Denise climaxed.
It surprised her immensely. She was getting off on this rough treatment more than she would have imagined. Pleasure and pain blurred together in her mind until she was unable to tell what should hurt and what should give her pleasure.
And when Sonya reached around and shaved the butt of the riding crop up her exposed cunt, Denise came again. Sonya turned and twisted the leather braided handle inside her captive's cunt until the leather squeaked from Denise's cunt juices.
"OOOHHH! It's... it's sooo gooood! Fuck meeee!"
Sonya laughed and began to massage Denise's jugs with one hand while she continued fucking her with the riding crop. Denise's mind was totally confused. Pain? Pleasure? They merged and became the same thing. She decided to enjoy it.
Sonya soon tired of the game and yanked the riding crop from Denise's tight, clutching pussy with a lewd sucking noise.
"My pretty pretty seems to like things up her twat. Would you like this up that oozing little hole?" Sonya held up a dildo of monstrous proportions. Denise took one look at the huge rubber dick and knew that she would be ripped apart if that were stuffed into her cunt.
Again, Sonya was quicker than Denise. She dived under the brunette's legs and trapped the backs of her knees on her shoulders, driving forward and opening Denise's cunt for the easy insertion of the huge rubber dong.
"OOHHHH SHIT!" was all Denise cried as the blonde rammed the dildo into her gaping cunt.
Denise rolled to one side and tried to pull the fake cock out of her cunt. That was a mistake. Sonya looped one arm around the struggling woman's waist, lifted and had Denise's lily white ass up in the air in an instant. Another dildo, not quite as large, was jammed into Denise's asshole.
The brunette was filled both cunt and ass with huge rubber cocks.
She felt pain fill her lower body, making every movement an agony. Her cunt walls were stretched to the breaking point. Her ass had too much shoved up it for comfort. It was impossible to move without pain racking her body.
With lightning quick motions, Sonya looped a rope around Denise's wrists, then dragged the kicking, struggling woman to the corner of the room. A hanging lamp had been taken down and Sonya fastened the upper end of the rope to the lamp's ceiling hook.
Denise was strung up like a side of beef. A side of beef with two dildoes rammed into it.
Pain spread from her pussy into her belly. Sonya had strung her up so that her toes just barely touched the floor. Pain soon shot up her trim calves and fine legs in lightning-like surges. Denise's shoulders, already strained by her encounter with Wally, began to ache immediately. Pain was her constant companion.
Ralph came to the dangling woman and smiled. He said in a pleasant, conversational voice, "You have nice tits. Has anyone ever told you that before?"
His mouth dropped to engulf one of Denise's whipped boobs. The feel of his wet, rough tongue dragging across the surface of her battered tit was like a touch of Heaven. Denise almost fainted from the sheer flood of pleasure that replaced the pain in her body.
Ralph continued to suck on Denise's nipple, pulling the tiny spire of flesh into his mouth. Then his tongue pressed firmly into the soft, fleshy mass, his hand coming up and squeezing the base of the symmetrical cone on which he sucked.
Ralph could fondle and suck tit with the best of them, and he gave Denise the full benefit of his knowledge. His tongue began to spiral around and around the ruddy plain of her areola. When Denise was moaning with pleasure instead of groaning with pain, he started to spiral down the snowy slopes, making sure he lavished special attention to the red stripes that crossed the brunette's perfectly formed jugs.
Soon, his saliva glistened brightly on Denise's boobs. Ralph buried his face between the twin mounds of tit flesh and kissed. He lapped and licked and was really turning Denise on.
How she wished they didn't have her strung up in such a humiliating manner! She would give Ralph back pleasure a thousand times greater than he was giving her. She would have killed him with ecstasy!
His hands roved over her shaking body, stroking and caressing. He kept his touch gentle, almost feather light. Denise said, her voice thick with emotion, "Ta... take that damned thing out of my cunt. I want you to fuck me wi... with your own cock!"
Ralph didn't, seem to hear her. He moved his mouth up from between her tits until he found her mouth and enclosed her ruby lips with his own. His tongue pressed forward until Denise allowed him entry into her mouth.
Once inside, their tongues began to duel an erotic sword fight. All the while their tongues were caressing and touching, Ralph's hands stimulated hidden nerves on Denise's body. One hand traced out each and every vertebra, sending shiver after erotic shiver through the bound woman's body.
Then, just as suddenly as the entire encounter had begun, Ralph reached around Denise's body and took both of her asscheeks thinly in his hands. Her buns flowed under the intense pressure he exerted as he strongly pulled her to his body.
With her mouth engaged at Ralph's, Denise could not my out in pain. When the man pulled her body to his, it emphasized the pain of the dildoes embedded in her asshole and cunt. Ralph's rock hard belly pressed into her pussy mound and compressed the pubic bone down onto the dildo inside her cunt. His clutching hands compressed her ass to the point where Denise could feel the rubber dildo slipping even farther up her butt.
Pain replaced the sudden pleasure she had felt when Ralph had come to her. Ralph and Sonya were playing with her, alternately giving her pleasure and pain.
Sifting on the bed, Sonya was fucking herself with the soggy handle of the whip that had been thrust into Denise's cunt, the rapt expression on her face making her look almost angelic.
Denise thought she was anything but an angel.
Ralph abandoned his post at Denise's mouth and called out, "Ready yet, dearest?"
Sonya lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, the whip's butt sticking obscenely out of her cunt.
She moaned once, then managed to say, "Yes, yes! Hurry!"
Ralph abandoned Denise and went to his wife, his cock huge and throbbing again. He slipped onto the bed and, without preliminaries, shoved his cock into Sonya's blonde rimmed cunt. His cock seemed to arrow through the black leather strap across her crotch, then Ralph was fucking Sonya with the same wild abandon he had used initially with Denise.
In spite of the pain dancing through her body, Denise watched the couple passionately wrestle on the bed. She had never witnessed an odder fuck in her life.
Ralph obviously found it painful to shove his prick through the leather strap before entering his wife's cunt. And it couldn't possibly have been comfortable being crushed against the brass studs in the leather straps that crossed Sonya's body. Yet Ralph didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary.
And Sonya enjoyed the odd coupling, too. Her head was tossed back, a platinum cascade of hair on the bed. The look of sheer carnal delight on her face told Denise the entire story. Sonya's tits were compressed and were no doubt being cut by the leather straps. The pressure of Ralph's forceful fucking into her pussy had to rub that leather strap against her delicate genitals. Her pussylips were compressed and the leather had to rub against her clit.
Neither could be comfortable, but both were intensely enjoying the fuck. Denise marveled at the pair.
As Sonya climaxed, Ralph continued to fuck hard and fast through the leather strap. Then his own climax seized control of his body and towed him about. His hips seemed to take over the fucking. Denise watched his hairy rump become a wild pile driver thrusting in and out of Sonya's blonde snatch.
Sated, the pair lay exhausted in each others arms. Then, Denise began to realize that she had been ignoring the pain in her own body. The fascination of watching the two fuck had robbed the dildoes of their pain giving abilities. And even her arms and shoulders were ignored for a brief moment.
Now, all of her body began to scream out in mad agony.
"Please, please let me down!" Denise pleaded.
Ralph looked at the captive woman. His cock was limp again, dangling between his hairy thighs. As if performing some sort of unpleasant act, he heaved himself off the bed and undid the knots holding Denise upright.
Her leg muscles were too cramped to hold her. Denise collapsed to the floor, a pile of tortured flesh. The first thing she did was to pull out the two dildoes. Those hideously contrived gadgets relieved most of the torment in her bowels and belly.
Ralph tossed her two fifty-dollar bills and her clothing. "Here's your money. You're better than most. Now get lost. The wife and me want to screw some more."
Denise dressed in record time and got the hell out of Ralph and Sonya's room. The last thing she heard as she closed the door was the slap, slap, slap of a whip on bare flesh.
Chapter Eleven
Denise rushed back to the lobby, glad to be free of Ralph and Sonya's room. All things considered, the brunette was sure she had come out of this scene in a lot better condition than she had from the spooky one with the sadistic Wally.
Still...
She shivered as she thought of all the thing that could have been done to her. Instead of kissing her while she was strung up like a side of been in a freezer, Ralph could have just as easily burned her with lighted cigarettes. Or Sonya could have whipped her with that vicious looking black snake whip she had on the bedside table. Or Ralph could have pissed on her. Or... The thoughts were far too grim for her to bear without cringing openly.
As Denise walked out into the lobby, the vulture of an assistant manager descended on her again as if she were some succulent piece of rotting carrion. She decided to get the upper hand on him and keep him on the defensive.
Before he could say a single word to her, she asked in her loudest and haughtiest tones, "I say, you there! If I make a payment, say a hundred or so on my room bill, could you at least allow me the courtesy and the dignity of changing into fresh undergarments? You have my room padlocked, you know."
The manager's eyes slitted as he suspiciously eyed her. He said, "You're in to us for over two hundred right now. A hundred dollars wouldn't even pay half of your bill. But," he hastily added, "I'll gladly accept the money against payment in full."
"I'm sure you'd be glad to take anything you could weasel out of me. Can I get into my room if I make the payment? Otherwise you'll have to go begging until my husband arrives tomorrow." It was pure bluff on Denise's part, but she had nothing to lose and potentially had everything to gain.
"All right." The man was only too eager to take her money. And Denise was left penniless again, but she had regained access to her room and her luggage. A small thing, perhaps, but it gave her the chance to slip out on the balance of the bill and stick that bastard Clark with over a hundred bucks in unpaid room tabs.
As the lovely brunette spun on her heel to go up to her room, a man dressed in a business suit came up to her. His sandy hair hung in a wave across his forehead. He virtually reeked responsibility -- and money. Denise did not recognize him as the man who had been so intently watching her in the bar.
"Hello. My name's Dick," he said without preamble.
"How nice for you." Denise started to walk away.
"Want a hundred and fifty bucks? I like your looks a hell of a lot." The man's voice sent shivers up and down Denise's supple spine. That was a lot of money to be offering anyone just for a simple fuck. And he was so pleasant and supremely self-confident. The thought of getting that much money to help her blow this town entirely was a very big temptation.
"What do you want from me? Obviously, you must have some very special tastes if you have to start the bidding at a hundred and fifty."
"What do you think you'd have to do for it? Stand on your head and whistle German beer-drinking songs? I've just never seen a chick as lovely as you before in my life. This is my vacation and I figured I might as well spend my money doing thins I wanted to do. I've never fucked anyone as pretty as you. And you've got a hell of an attractive ass, you know."
"You certainly lay it on the line, don't you?"
"I really prefer to get laid in a bed."
Denise had to smile. The dollar signs ran through her mind and finally convinced her of the man's sincerity. This guy looked okay. He didn't seem to have the furtiveness of some of the others she'd come across -- like Wally.
"Come on up to my room."
The sandy haired man took her am and they went up to Denise's room, the brunette feeling very glad that she had ransomed the key so they would have a place to screw.
In a flash, they were both stark naked and in bed. Dick's hands began to rove and explore over Denise's body, finding the hidden delights between her legs and fondling the firm, upturned tits with their ruddy nipples.
He suddenly stopped and said in a loud voice, "Damn! I bet you want your money, don't you?"
"Afterwards, Dick, afterwards. Don't sweat it now." Denise was getting hot for the man. He had a good body, and his cock was something to behold -- and to hold tightly! It was a huge pillar of man meat that could give her all the erotic pleasure she so desperately needed now after two consecutive and very humiliating experiences. The deal with Wally, then with Ralph and Sonya needed erasing. And a good fuck was the best cure that Denise could think of.
"No, I'll let you have the money now." Dick vaulted up and out of bed and went to the closet where he had hung his trousers. As he fumbled in his wallet, Denise never heard him quietly open the door. Dick peered out for a second, then, satisfied with what he saw, he quickly took the money and went back to the brunette.
Dick stood and looked at Denise's naked beauty for a moment, then said, "Here, I'll just put the money in your handbag. If you want to count it, fine."
"I trust you enough, Dick. Now come back here and fuck me!"
Dick smiled wickedly and said, "With pleasure. You're going to get fucked over like you wouldn't believe!"
Dick reclined beside the gloriously nude Denise and continued where he had left off. His hand found the dark thatch of her tangled pussy mound without any guidance at all. When his fingers surged up into her slippery cunt, Denise gasped and thrust her hips off the bed to meet the groping fingers.
She wanted those fingers crammed as far up her twat as she could get them. Then... then, she could have that fingers replaced with a nice, hard, flagpole long cock and the real fucking could begin. Denise liked the feel of Dick's hand on her puffy gash, but she really wanted his prick inside her cunt even more.
Dick began to suck on her tits until the nipples were a fiery red and marble hard. The erect nubbins pointed upwards at the ceiling like fingers, and his tongue rolled one of the nipples around and around, then tried to stuff it back down into the tit underneath.
Denise groaned as the waves of carnal delight began to flow through her chest. Feeling Dick suck on her tits while his hand moved in and around her now gushing cunt was turning her on in a big way.
"Enough, Dick, enough!" Denise cried out. "Fuck me, fuck me as hard and fast as you can!"
Dick rolled over to position himself between her silky smooth thighs. His hard cock prodded against the woman's sensitive gash. Denise moaned again at the feel of his knob touching her cuntlips.
"What did you want me to do? Tell me again!" Dick commanded his willing sex slave.
"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me with your lovely, hard cock!"
"Like this?" Dick leaned forward and speared Denise firmly in the cunt. The dark haired beauty cried out in ecstasy at the feel of his vibrant cock filling her aroused cunt. It had been so long since she had just screwed without any kinky stuff. And this was simply great!
Dick began to piston in and out of her clutching hot man hole. Denise's face contorted into a mask of ecstasy as she allowed the sensations from her seething little cunt to penetrate her body and wash over her like the tides of the sea.
Suddenly, another voice rang out. "Hold it! You're under arrest! I am obligated by law to inform you of your rights. You need not say anything unless you are represented by an attorney of your choosing. You, Denise Hunter, are under arrest for prostitution!"
Denise could barely understand that it wasn't Dick speaking. In fact, Dick had slipped out of her slippery cunt and was sitting at the side of the bed, smiling.
Denise sat upright and, not too brightly, said, "What the hell is this, anyway?"
The other man was black haired and husky. He flipped a badge and said, "Clark County sheriffs department, Deputy Werner. You have accepted money for illicit relations and are in direct violation of Clark County statutes."
"I..." Then Denise realized why Dick had been so eager to put the money in her handbag. She had already accepted marked money in return for fucking. That made the deal complete -- and illegal. That and having Dick's... dick... fucking her hungry, wanton cunt.
Dick quietly said, "Look, Doc, it's sort of stupid, this law about busting whores. Hell, it's legal in the rest of the state. Let's give the chick a break. She's a freelancer and not one of the big time pimp's cows."
"I want to bust her. It's the law, man."
"Fuck the law! Who cares? Let's give her a break."
"No!" Then Doc seemed to hesitate. "Unless..."
Denise picked up on the man's hesitation. "Unless what? What is it?"
She knew she'd be in jail forever if they took her in. If Dick could talk his overeager partner into softening up a little and not to be such a hard nose about this, she'd do just about anything to get off the baited hook they had set for her.
"Hell, my old lady hasn't given me a good lay in months." Doc turned to Denise and said, "Would you let both of us fuck you at the same time? I think we might just forget what happened if you will."
Both at once? One up her cunt and one up her as at the same time? The idea didn't appeal to Denise, but she really had little choice. She recognized blackmail when she heard it. She also knew that she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell otherwise.
"All right. Let's get started. Besides, my poor little pussy's still hungry for cock!"
It didn't take Doc Werner vow long to shuck off his clothes and stand before Denise with an erect and pulsing cock. Both of the cops were obviously aroused and ready for action.
Denise asked, "How do you want to do this? I mean, I've never taken two big men inside me at once before..."
"On your feet or on your knees. And spread your legs!" Doc commanded.
Denise stood and opened her snatch to the erotic explorations of the two men. Dick smiled and ran his hand across Denise's puffy gash. His hand came away covered with cunt juice.
"Want to match for front or rear?" he asked Doc.
"Hell, no. You've already been up her cunt. I'll take this little ole asshole, here!" He thrust his hand into Denise's cunt to come away laden with a load of pussy oil. He liberally applied the juice to his cock, then moved, bent his knees and straightened up. His cock shot upwards like a rocket launching from Cape Canaveral.
Doc struck Denise's twat dead center and shot all the way up her hole. Denise staggered with the carnal impact of his fleshy battering ram. She heard Doc suck in his breath, then let it out in a long, hot gust that tickled her shoulder blades.
"That's enough to get me greasy. Now I can slide up your brownie," the cop declared with conviction.
"Then get the hell away from my turf!" Dick laughed as Doc slid out of Denise's cunt. In a flash, Dick had replaced the other man's, cock with his own. Denise felt satisfied again having a nice hard prick inside her twat. After giving it a few tentative squeezes by compressing her cunt muscles, Denise thrust her hips forward. Dick moaned in appreciation for the attention he was getting.
Denise felt Doc's hands on her shoulders pushing her forward. She bent slightly from the waist to thrust her ass backwards for his entry. The more the woman thought about it, the more it excited her. Two cocks fucking her at the same time!
Doc's groping hands descended into the dank, humid crack of the lovely woman's ass and spread her buns. Denise gulped in reaction. The feel of Doc's hands on her meaty globes of ass was indescribable. It felt to her as if he were trying to rip her apart. His hands squeezed down with brutal strength -- and she loved it!
She trembled as she felt his purpled cockhead touch her buns. The tiny muscle was becoming used to a prick surging in and out of it. Only a little pressure was required for Doc to slip full length up the brunette's fiercely hot and tightly clutching asshole.
The tint thrust almost cost Doc his wad. He felt as if he had fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with lava. His prick was surrounded by the blazing hot flesh of Denise's ass sheath, imprisoned in her asshole as surely as if the woman had put him into solitary confinement. Doc was incapable of moving.
The sensation surging down his dick and into his balls was too much for him to want to miss out on. His prick was compressed and gripped with a tenacity Doc had thought only a vise had. The heat was like that from a blowtorch playing up and down the entire aroused shaft of his throbbing prick.
He could have stayed buried balls deep up Denise's ass all day long. The feel of her smooth butt on his thighs, her silky skin and trim waist under his hands, the fragrant aroma of her lustrous brunette hair, all turned him on.
Doc was content with the deal.
Dick had quickly begun to fuck up under the pointing triangle of Denise's brown thatched pussy mound. The triangle seemed like an arrow pointing directly at her joy hole. His cock found that hole into her cunt without any trouble at all. Her gushing cunt bathed his dong with inner oils until he was sure of a good, smooth fucking in and out of her cunt.
The inner heat boiling out of her body warmed his balls, tightening them into a hard, small hairy sphere.
Dick realized an added bonus the instant he fucked deeply into the willing woman's cunt. His cock rubbed against Doc's through the woman's thin internal membranes. The undersides of their cocks couldn't come in contact, but they could stimulate each other immensely.
That was a three-way turn on. Clutching tightness, the carnal heat of Denise's body and the rubbing of their cocks together through the rubbery membrane separating Denise's cunt and asshole.
Denise was enjoying the three-way fucking, too. Having Doc fill her ass was exciting to her. She had started to rely on this to push up her carnal desires even more than having her aching, itchy cunt fucked. But she wasn't denying that she needed a long and steely hard prick in her twat. Denise was becoming a complete sexual animal.
She needed variety in her fucking and her sexual horizons were rapidly expanding.
As Doc began to fuck her ass, electric surges jolted up her spine and made her feel warm and quivery. When Dick fucked into her cunt, fireworks exploded in her belly. The warmth spread throughout her body and made her legs rubbery and weak in reaction. The rubbing of her tits against Dick's hairy chest further stimulated her and made her feel like a complete woman.
She was rapidly approaching her orgasm. The sensation of prick thrusting up and down her ass ignited passions in her bowels. Fucking up her cunt added fuel to the fire. As her nipples were dragged back and forth along Dick's broad chest, Denise orgasmed.
She climaxed with the power and force of a thousand atomic bombs exploding at the same time.
The two men had their arms full of a bucking, thrashing, sexually driven woman. They hung on, then resumed their fucking when the winds of her orgasm had abated.
Dick said, "Hey, Doc, let's do this right. You thrust in while I pull out. Then I fuck her while you're getting the hell out of her ass. Ready, set, go!"
Denise felt a flaming arrow shoot into her ass. As the flames died, Dick rapidly crammed his prick into her cunt. The lance of flame seemed to sear her all the way to her brain.
Dick pulled out and the lance disintegrated. Only to be replaced by the knifing of Doc's dong into her ass again. When the pair started to pick up the tempo, Denise began to moan in constant pleasure.
She climaxed again with a loud, "AAAIIIIIEEEE! FUCK MEEE HAAARD!"
The men tried to oblige. Each thrust was deeper, harder, faster. Soon, the pair rocketed into her body with sledgehammer blows.
Doc was burying his cock balls deep with each thrust. Denise would bend forward slightly and shove her pert, perky ass back to allow him to fuck even deeper into her asshole. This squirted Dick's cock out of her cunt. Dick straightened her up and bent the pliable woman backwards as his mighty cock ravaged her cunt.
Doc was forced to retreat as Denise bent backwards.
Then, they repeated the fucking sequence, each time moving a little faster. Each time they generated more friction along ass and cunt. Their cocks expanded and throbbed with new vitality. The pulsating pillars of prick could only stand so much before they exploded.
Doc was the first to feel the gathering of his cum. His orgasm was only seconds away, and he wanted his rod to be far up Denise's ass when he came. Dick, too, felt his balls chum and tumble in preparation for his mighty ejaculation.
Both men started to fuck into Denise at the same instant. This increased their stimulation tenfold. Not only was the heat and clutching fierceness of Denise's passion racked body working hard at their cocks, but the friction of their pricks against each other through the woman's innards was an added bonus.
Their mighty thrusts lifted Denise far up on her toes each time they fucked upward. She wasn't able to do anything but mutter incoherent phrases, so great was her passion. Her body was too filled with wondrous sensations. She was enjoying this savage fucking by the two cops.
Both men came almost simultaneously, their jam rocketing into bowel and cunt. The feathery touch of their superheated cum set off another orgasm inside Denise's body.
The threesome racked and bucked with their climaxes for what seemed hours to them. They were lost in a carnal paradise none of them had experienced before. Lost and delighted, they soared and glided on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy.
In a few minutes, both men were limp and exhausted, and Denise was unable to stand. Her legs had turned to water, and she wasn't feeling strong enough to do anything but lie down on the bed.
Dick let out a long sigh, "Wow, that's some cunt you got!"
"And some ass, too!" added Doc.
Both men rapidly dressed, inspected themselves after making a few terse comments. Then Dick said to Denise, "Okay, chick, on your feet and get dressed. We're taking a little ride downtown."
"What?" Denise was confused. She had allowed them to fuck her. Now, they acted like they were going to go ahead with their original intent and bust her.
"We're taking you in for prostitution."
"Why, you filthy pig!" she screamed and launched herself at Doc, fingernails trying to claw out his eyes.
Dick quickly moved behind her and pinned her arms in a Full Nelson. Denise kicked out at Doc's balls, but the copy grabbed her ankles. Then Dick dropped her. Lying on her back with her feet firmly held by the other cop, Denise was helpless.
"Get dressed or we'll work you over for resisting arrest. Then we'll drag you out of here mother naked."
Denise sullenly dressed. Dick handed her the handbag with the money. On impulse, Denise reached in and threw it at Dick. "Take it back, you scum!"
Dick smiled broadly. "Thanks. We needed your fingerprints on the money. Now we got 'em!"
Denise didn't say another word as they handcuffed her, took her out to a squad car, loaded her in the back seat behind an iron grille and took her downtown.
She was quickly searched, fingerprinted, photographed and shoved into a cell with three junkies and another whore.
Denise was far from happy about this sorry turn of affairs. The thought of five years in jail didn't help her depression.
Chapter Twelve
Denise sat in the cell and fumed. The other whore had asked her what had happened. When Denise explained, the hooker had laughed at her.
"Damnation, but you're a sucker. You shoulda known that the deputies'll screw you every way they can."
"So you're not so smart yourself. You're in here, too."
The hooker smiled. "True, but I'll be out in an hour or so. My pimp's arranging for bail right now. See, the cops gotta haul in their quota of whores and jaywalkers and the like to keep the taxpayer happy. Every now and then, they come by and say they're gonna bust a couple of us. So we draw straws, and the losers get busted."
"You mean the cops tell you they're going to arrest some of you?"
"Hell, yes! If they tried to pull a sneak raid, they know what'd happen to them. They could get their bribe money eliminated. Hell, all of 'em are on the take. Anyway, I lost this time and so, here I am! Teach me to draw to an inside straight, I guess."
The whore didn't seem to be upset at all. She had obviously been the route before.
"What happens when you come to trial?"
"Trial? Probably have the case thrown out. Maybe get a suspended sentence. Depends on the judge and how much he's paid off. And then if it's an election year, the judges get nastier. Have to if they want to get reelected to their cushy jobs. But nobody gets burned much."
"Sounds pretty sordid to me."
"Why? It works. Everybody comes out ahead. What the hell's hooking doing on the law books anyway? Give the john his blow job or fuck and you gets your money and everyone's happy."
The woman chuckled, obviously in recollection. "You know, one of my best tricks is a judge. It'd be a real trip to be pulled up in front of him. The DA's gonna scream bloody murder if that happens."
The jailer came and called out, "Karen Deilman."
The whore jumped to her feet and said, "Here I am, Sonny! Did I get sprung?"
Sonny said, "Damn right, Karen. See you later, eh?" He gave her ass a pinch as she went out of the cell.
Karen turned back to Denise and advised, "You better find yourself some high powered help, babe. You got a nice tush, but the cops'll get it tossed in the slammer for a long time."
"How would Duke be... for a... a manager?"
"Duke? Hell, he's the best around. See you later -- maybe!" With that, Karen went down the row. She had her hand down the front of the jailer's trousers. Denise didn't miss that or any of the other friendliness shown to the hooker.
Denise thought hard, then remembered Duke's phone number. She called him rater than an attorney.
"Duke? This is Denise Stockton."
"Hey, good to hear from you. Changed your mind about joining my stable?"
"Uh... yeah. Except I'm in jail. I'll agree to work for you but you have to get me out of here."
"See you in an hour."
As good as his word, Duke was at the jail and had Denise free on bond. He told her, "I'll take care of those two bozos who screwed you around like that. Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. I don't have a place to put you up yet so you can stay at my pad for the time being. It'll get you acquainted with the way I work!"
The black pimp laughed uproariously as they drove off in his car.
Denise sat back in the luxurious seat of the Rolls Royce that Duke drove while she thought. She could make good money working as a whore for the black pimp. He seemed to have all kinds of connections. He was a politically powerful man.
She could do a lot worse than go along with him. "Duke, I think I'm going to like this arrangement a lot. I... I'm sorry I didn't take you up on the offer before I got caught and tossed in the slammer. But, well, you know how it is."
"Yeah, babe, sure do. Every chick that blows into town thinks she can make it on her own. Sooner or later, they leave, get tossed in the tank or come around. I'm glad you decided to come around. I know a dozen guys who'd just love that ass of yours!"
Denise reached over and unzipped the black man's fly. She massaged for a moment until the ten-inch rod of black cock snapped out, erect and ready for anything.
"Hey, honky, what you doin'?"
"Shut up and drive. And leave it to me to shift your gears!"
Denise dived down to the man's crotch and took his ebony cock into her mouth and began to suck. Denise would give Duke the blow job of his life. She'd become his number one girl.
She'd rise to the top of the heap and show Clark and Ray and the rest of those bastards that she could make it on her own!
