It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes dark passions surface-and another Richard Speck or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed and another Watergate or ITT affair hits the headlines.
BLACKMAILED WIVES is a dramatic representation of women who have been forced to let their most base desires and passions come to the fore. They become women willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out or who have been forced to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Take your clothes off," David Marx commanded the stunning blonde who nervously awaited his instructions. "But don't do it too quickly. I've been waiting for this moment a long time and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
Patricia Miller looked a little hesitant. Her hand played with the top button of her blouse. He knew that she was still considering disobeying him and he couldn't have that. He walked angrily toward her and took a handful of her thick blonde hair.
"You'll do as I say," he instructed. "From now on you belong to me. Remember that."
He hurt her a little before she nodded. He stepped back to watch her undress.
David Kked to watch his women undress. He liked to watch the expressions on their faces when they realized that he was really serious. There was no white knight on a gallant steed around to rescue them. This was real life.
He especially liked to watch the proud ones. The ones who usually had their noses in the air. Patricia Miller was one of the proud ones. She was the mayor's wife. It had taken him a while to get information on her to risk blackmail. But now all of his hard work was worth it.
She took off her frilly white blouse and dropped it on the floor. Her tits were creamy white and huge. They made the black bra bulge as if trying to force their way out of such confining space.
"I was hoping those tits were real," he said.
"They are." Patricia's blue eyes flashed fire. "They're as nice as anything you're going to see in a long time."
"Prove it," he said.
Patricia looked defiantly at him for a moment and then reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. Her tits burst free like overripe melons. David gasped. Her nipples were huge and brown. As David watched, Patricia cupped her tits and pushed them out at him.
"Your tits certainly aren't small," David said with a wavering tone of voice.
"I'm glad you appreciate them."
"You're not acting very shy," David pointed out. "I thought you were the innocent type. You don't seem too upset."
"Why should I?" Patricia shrugged. "There's nothing I can do. I'll let you have your fun but I won't enjoy it."
"We'll see about that," David said, grinning. "Now take the rest of your clothes off. I want to see your cunt."
She slid the zipper down and stepped out of her tight black pants. She dropped the pants on the floor. Now all she had on was a pair of skimpy black panties.
He could see her golden pussy hairs curling outside the panties. David's breath began to quicken.
"Take the rest off," he demanded. "I want to see your cunt."
She smiled at him in a haughty fashion as she slowly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She had a thick thatch of golden pubic hair.
David didn't mind. He liked his women with a lot of cunt-hair. He had a sudden desire to bury his face between her creamy-white thighs but he controlled himself. These things had to be done slowly, squeezing every inch of enjoyment out of them.
"Does everything satisfy you?" she asked coldly.
"Turn around," he commanded.
She turned around slowly. Her proud ass was full and creamy white. Looking at her ass, David felt a warmness in his groin. His prick was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the tight confines of his trousers.
Patricia pivoted like a model until he was looking at her front again.
"You'll do," he said.
"I'll do!" Her voice was angry. "My body's damn fine. I know the way men watch me on the street. I know they all want to get into my panties. Just like you."
He was really turned on. He knew she was intentionally baiting him, trying to get back at him for the humiliation he had already put her through.
He knew she was going to try to make his enjoyment cold and uncomfortable. A few of the women tried that. They tried to make him feel like their husbands did. It was a challenge to him and he enjoyed challenges. He was proud that he could always rise to the occasion. He was determined that Mrs. Miller was going to be begging for it before he was done.
He drew her close and kissed her. Her lips were stony cold. He fondled her tits for a moment, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing her big brown nipples. He was pleasantly rewarded-her nipples became hard. Mrs. Miller wasn't going to be that tough a challenge. Maybe she wasn't as icy as she tried to pretend.
"You like that?" he asked. "You like a hand on your tits making them stand up?"
"No," she said.
He laughed and bent down to kiss her nipples. Her tits were fresh and clean-tasting and he sucked the warm flesh of her nipple. It had a wonderful taste in his mouth.
She was still pretending coldness as he pushed her backward onto the bed, but her body was beginning to betray her. She was becoming warmer, and her tits were hard against his rough shirt.
"Getting warm?" he asked. "I bet your cunt is. I bet it doesn't feel like ice."
"Do you have to talk so much?" she asked. "Why can't you just get on with it?"
He knew she was just angry at herself for allowing herself to feel passionate. He buried his face between her lovely tit-mounds, kissing and sucking her sweet flesh. He started licking her tit at the base and working upward until he captured one rosy nipple in his mouth.
"God," she said softly.
He tasted one tit then the other. He pulled her tits together and licked both nipples at the same time. He sucked her tit-flesh deep into his throat. This time she could not hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips. He captured her left nipple and began sucking hard.
She gasped and her back arched, her titties thrusting at his lips.
"That's it," he said, raising his head. "Now you're beginning to move. I knew you had it in you."
"Please!" she moaned.
"Please what? Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to take my mouth away from your beautiful tits? Do you want me to stop sucking your tits?"
"No," she said.
"Good. You're right about one thing. I've never tasted tits like yours. They deserved to be kissed."
Her hand was in his hair and she pulled him once more toward her tits. He tasted warm flesh once more. Now her huge titty was coming up against his mouth as she forced more of her lovely flesh into his mouth.
He laughed. He had won. He had proved Mrs. Miller was a cunt like any other cunt. They all pretended shock and innocence. They all tried to be cold. But no woman could be so cold once his practiced lips locked on her nipple.
He raised up again. "That's it, cunt. Move your ass. Stuff all your tits into my mouth. I'll get them in there. Nobody can suck tits the way I can."
His words seemed to make her come alive. Her arms came around his back and pulled him up to where she could kiss him. Her legs spread apart so that he could get his knee between them. Her pussy arched toward his knee, as if trying to rub the itch away from her burning cunt.
"What's the matter? That's not enough? You want my hand down there?"
"Yes!" she cried. "Put your hand down there. Finger my cunt!"
Again he moved his head down to her tits. His hand probed between her legs and his fingers found her pussy. She moaned loudly as her pussy writhed against his fingers. He slipped two fingers into her already-wet cunt.
"That's it, baby!" she cried. "That's where I want your fingers. Please be nice to me. Don't let me burn like this! I'm going crazy!"
"Such a lovely proud ass," he said as he finger-fucked her cunt. "Women like you are all alike. All of you hungry for some real fucking but ashamed to admit it. I bet your fat husband can't even get his cock hard. I bet he can't satisfy you. Well I can. My cock's big and hard for you. Mine's already hard for your hot cunt."
Her searching fingers quickly found the hard bulge in his trousers. Frantically she tore at the zipper until she had pulled it open. Her fingers slipped inside and searched until they found his long, hard cock-shaft. Her fingers closed tightly around it.
"Good God," she said softly. "It's big and hard. His prick never gets that hard until I play with him for hours and then it's nothing like this! Yours may kill me."
"It won't kill you," he promised. "But it'll be like nothing you've ever fucked before."
She pulled his prick out of his fly and began to stroke his cock-head. This time it was David's turn to moan. Her hands were experienced. She kept softly stroking his prick until he felt the tension deep in his balls.
"That's it, cunt," he said. "That's what it's all about. Play with my cock. Feel how nice and fat it is. Think about how it'll feel in your warm cunt. Treat it nice, baby. Treat it nice and it'll take you to the stars."
"Yes," she said, grasping it tighter. "I'll treat it nice. I'll do whatever you want."
He grabbed her tits roughly, and he pressed his mouth down hard on hers. Her tongue was a fiery dart as it slipped between his teeth. He kissed her chin and sucked the flesh of her white throat. He continued downward until he was looking at her blonde-haired pussy.
He kissed her creamy-white thighs over and over until she was squirming beneath his tongue. He ran his tongue up and down her legs from her knees to her hips. All the time his eyes gazed hungrily at her blonde-haired pussy.
"You're in for a treat," he said. "I wanted to fuck your cunt, but first I've got to eat you. I don't think there's a better-looking pussy in the country. I like all that golden hair. Blonde pussy's best."
"Oh yes!" she said. "Yes! Please! I want it! My husband's never done that for me. He thinks it's dirty."
"My God," David complained. "Your husband must really be off. We'll have to teach him how to eat pussy. But right now, I'm going to eat some myself."
He buried his mouth in her golden mound. Her cunt odors assailed his nostrils as he pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy. Again he kissed her golden pussy hairs and sucked them into his mouth.
"Ambrosia of the gods," he said.
He gave her pussy a few more deep tongue strokes and then his mouth closed on her delicious clit. She gasped and her hand came down to tug at his head. Her ass was hot in his hands.
"God!" she said. "I've never felt anything like that before."
"Never?" he asked, looking up at her. "Then all I've got to say is you're in for a ride so you'd better hold on."
Patricia was dying for a fuck now. She pushed her ass up at him and her hand tugged urgently at his head. There was nothing cold about her now. He had been secretly afraid that she might prove to be frigid in bed, but she was quickly proving him wrong about that.
Perhaps the mayor had never bothered to get her hot. The mayor had probably quit after giving himself a few moments of satisfaction, and he had never really taken time to enjoy her. And that was a shame. It was a sin to waste all of her warm and too-willing flesh.
David was certainly not going to waste it. But first he wanted to take all of her inhibitions away. He wanted to finish her humiliation. He wanted to hear her beg for his prick. He wanted to hear her say things to him that she wouldn't have dreamed of saying to any man else. He didn't just want her body. He wanted to own her body and soul.
"Please!" Patricia said.
"What do you want?" David asked. "Tell me what you want?"
"You know what I want!" she urged, in a pleading voice. "Please give it to me!"
"I know," David admitted. "But I want to hear you beg for it like you've never had to beg before. I want you to prove that you're mine. I want ya to use the words that you wouldn't even say to your husband."
"I don't want to beg," she said, and her body stopped moving. It wasn't the words she was afraid of. David knew that. She didn't want to be owned by any man.
"Then I'll stop," he said. He was going to rise, but she couldn't stand that.
She reached for his head. "You win," she whispered. "I'll beg. But please don't leave me like this."
"Then tell me what you want."
"I want you to eat me. I'm so hot. I want your tongue. I want you to eat me up. I'm begging for it."
"Eat what, cunt? Tell me what you want me to eat."
She was quiet for a moment. "My pussy. I want you to eat my pussy. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy!"
David moved back between her legs, and he began to really eat her cunt. He used all of his tricks on her. He wanted her to know thrills she had never known before. He owned her now. He owned her completely and she knew it.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Eat my cunt! Eat it up!
Oh God, it feels so good! Oh fuck!"
He licked her cunt-walls and then moved once again to capture her clit. He moved his right hand so that he could fondle her nipple.
She groaned.
He sucked on her clit and she screamed in ecstasy. Her ass was moving violently and he knew she was approaching a climax.
"I'm there!" she cried. "Oh God! It feels so good!"
Her ass came off the bed with a convulsive shudder. She sighed and fell back. He tasted the gush of her cunt-juices. He drank her juices down.
She lay quiet as the trembling of her body subsided. He rolled off the bed and stood beside her. She had a satisfied smile on her face. He bent down and kissed her, letting her taste some of her own cunt-juices. Her mouth returned his kiss and her tongue rubbed against his.
"Thank you," she said. "That's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me."
"And it's just begun," he said.
CHAPTER TWO
"Did your fat mayor husband ever do that for you?" David asked.
"I told you. He always said it was dirty. He's always thought my cunt was just a container. He puts his cock into it. He never lasts more than a minute or two. I've had to try other men to get satisfaction. But none of them ever did that."
"And I had to blackmail you," he observed.
She looked at him open and honestly. "Never again. All you have to do is yell and I'll come running. I mean that. I don't know why but I want you more than anything else in the world."
"You're just a cunt," he said cruelly. "A cunt for my cock."
"I'll be anything you want me to be," she said.
"Then you must be ready to fuck. Because that's what I'm ready to do."
She looked up at his big, throbbing cock protruding from his trousers. She hadn't really taken a good look at it before. Her eyes opened wide. She wondered how his prick would feel. It looked like too much for her. She marveled at the juices that were already warming her body. "Yes," she said. "I'm ready."
"Then take my clothes off." She bent to her task with quick hands. In a moment she had unbuckled his belt. She slid to her knees beside the bed and pulled them down. She had trouble getting his briefs down over his cock, but she managed.
She had never thought of a man's cock as beautiful before, but David Marx's cock was really beautiful. It stood out like a rigid sword. The tip was pink and flushed. There was a little spot of jism on the end.
His balls hung down heavy and she touched them. She rolled the sac in her fingers, and David groaned.
Suddenly she couldn't resist kissing his balls. Her husband had tried to get her to do that for him many times. She had always said it was ugly. But David Marx had just given her so much pleasure.
She bent her head as she touched the underside of his balls with her tongue. There was nothing bad-tasting about them. She opened her mouth and gently sucked one of the balls into her mouth.
"That's it," he said. "That'sit."
David sat down on the edge of the bed and she moved so that she was between his legs. At his urging, she ran her tongue once again to the underside of his scrotum. She licked up to his asshole, then she stopped.
He would not allow her to stop. His guiding hands forced her back to his asshole. She saw the little pink hole. It was what he wanted and she would deny him nothing. Her tongue slipped into the crack of his ass and he groaned.
She had never done anything like this to a man before and she soon found herself enjoying it. Like her husband, other men had asked her to. She had always thought she wouldn't like the taste of a cock. Now she could hardly wait until she got his prick in her mouth.
She went back to his balls. She kissed them tenderly and sucked them into her mouth. She softly rolled them in her mouth.
David was softly moaning as his balls slipped out of her mouth and she began to tongue his shaft. Her lips moved over the head of his cock. He tasted salty and manly. She sucked his glans a moment and then she slipped his cock deeper into her throat. She brought a hand up to cup his pulsating balls.
She found that she was really enjoying herself. She wished that someone had forced her to do this a long time before. She had been missing something. She liked the feeling of having his cock in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his cock. He moaned.
"God," he said. "You really are a cocksucker. A natural." .
She laughed deep and took more of his cock-shaft into her throat. Her tongue found the slit in the head and she teased it with her tongue.
"Wait," he said. "I'm going to cum. I want to fuck you first. I want to get inside of your pussy. I want to fuck you slow and easy. Later I'll let you taste my cum."
"Yes," she said. She climbed onto the bed and opened her legs so that he looked right into her golden gash.
There was no shame in her as his eyes searched every part of her cunt. There was nothing she had to hide. Her hands came up to cup her tits and push them out at him. This time she wasn't trying to snub him. This time she was offering everything she had.
She watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes grew wide. With his shirt off, she saw that he looked like a sex machine. His chest was firm and covered with crinkly black hairs. His stomach was flat. His cock was the biggest one she had ever seen. She knew she wanted him inside of her and quickly.
"Damn," she said softly. "Why do you need to blackmail anybody?"
"It's more fun this way," he said. "This way I can own you as well as fuck you."
He climbed into bed beside her and moved up until his cock was resting on her golden nest. She spread her thighs wider so that he would have no trouble. It sent tingles through her entire body to have his hard chest pressed against her tits. Her cunt was already wet with her juices and bursting with impatience.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded.
"You in a hurry?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"Get your cock in me," she said.
David was past the point of teasing. He plunged his prick into her and she gave a cry. Her pussy was wet and warm around his cock. He began to fuck her as he had promised-in slow and easy strokes. It felt good.
"Feel my balls," he said.
Her experienced hand slipped beneath his sac and she gently squeezed his balls as he fucked her.
"So heavy," she said. "All that cum in there just for me?"
"All for you," he promised. "I'm going to blow the top of your head off. I'm going to give you more than you ever thought about having."
"Yes," she begged. "Give it all to me. I want every bit of it."
For a middle-aged woman, her pussy was incredibly tight. Her pussy walls closed around his cock as if she were a virgin. It was like unused pussy. Well, he was going to use it. He was going to get all of the fucking out of it that it had not been getting for so many years. The mayor may not have been giving her cunt all the attention it needed, but David sure was.
He began to slam his prick furiously into her pussy. No longer could he fuck soft and easy.
She was feeling it too. Her ass was coming up off the bed with each long stroke.
"So deep," she was moaning. "So DEEP!"
From deep in his balls he could feel it coming. It was going to be a gusher. His balls burned. He felt her start to jerk as she approached climax. He knew that he was not going to be able to wait much longer.
"God!" she said, her hand squeezing his balls. "It's so good! Do me! Fuck my cunt! Give me all your cum! I'm ready for it! Every bit...."
"Get ready!" he cried.
He was only too happy to give his cum to her. He drove his cock deep inside of her. It was too much for him to take. He felt the heat rise in his balls, and he began to pour out his cum in jerking strokes.
She was right behind him. A moment later she gave a shudder and screamed at her second explosive climax of the evening.
"So good," she cried. "So good."
He changed places quickly so that his prick was at her mouth. She sucked his prick into her mouth. Her tongue licked the salty taste from his cock. Her mouth left his prick to kiss his balls.
"You're a good fuck," he said, getting up from the bed. "I knew you were going to be."
"Are you finished with me?" she asked. "I have to get home before five."
"No," he said. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"What do you want now?" she asked. "Money?"
"What use do I have for money? My father left me all I'll ever need. No. I have something far more interesting in mind."
Patricia Miller felt an instant warmness in her cunt. She didn't know what else David had in mind, but somehow she knew she was going to enjoy it.
He opened the closet door. He had a camera set up there on a tripod. "Pictures?" she asked.
"Yes. I like a few pictures. Something for my old age."
She posed for him while he snapped half a roll of film. She had never been put into positions like he forced her into. It was shameful.
He took pictures of her blonde cunt. Still, she didn't argue. In fact, she kept feeling warmer as he positioned her. It was exciting for her to know that he was going to have pictures of her like this.
"Now put your panties and bra back on."
"Put them on? You mean you want me to put my clothes back on?"
There was a questioning, hurt sound in her voice.
David almost laughed out loud. He knew that she had been longing for another session in bed. She'd already prepared for it in her mind. Her cunt was already warm and ready. She didn't want to be sent home in her condition.
"Cheer up," he said. "You'll have them back off fast enough."
"But what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try a simple experiment. I've been thinking about this for a while. In a few minutes we're going to have some company."
"Company?" Patricia's voice was shocked. "You said nobody else would know! You said that you'd keep it a secret! That's the only reason I agreed."
"Calm down. Nobody's going to know. The person who's coming is not going to tell anybody about anything. She also belongs to me."
He watched Patricia as she got up off the bed and started gathering up her bra and panties. Damn, but she had a fine body. The finest he had ever looked at. David was going to enjoy the next few minutes.
"Who's coming?" Patricia asked.
"You know mousy Melissa Dobbs."
"Of course I know her! She's my next-door neighbor. Oh my God!" Patricia was shocked again. "You don't mean that Melissa is one of your girls! What did that poor thing ever do that was bad enough to come to you?"
"Now you wouldn't want me telling that," he laughed. "But she is mousy. I only fucked her once and she was the worst fuck I've ever had. I couldn't get her to move no matter what I did. She was as cold as an Eskimo."
Patricia finished putting her bra and panties on. "Well, if you couldn't get her hot, then nobody could."
"Thanks for the compliment. That's what I thought at first. But then I thought of something else. Maybe men just don't turn her on. Maybe a woman."
Patricia looked at him curiously.
"I watched Melissa for a while. I noticed that she looks at women a lot. Especially at you. When you're out by the pool in your swimsuit, Melissa seems to be always coming and going. I think she likes to look at your tits."
"A lot of people look at my tits," Patricia shrugged. "Both men and women. They just can't believe that they're real."
"That's true. But I think she looks at your tits a little more than the average person. I have the feeling that she's just waiting for a chance to get her little pink tongue on them."
"You mean me and her?"
"That's exactly what I mean. And don't try to look shocked or innocent. I can tell you're excited by the idea. Anyway, she's on her way over and she's going to eat your cunt."
There was a soft, timid knock on the door.
"That must be our friend," David said. "Open the door for her. You ought to knock her eyes out."
CHAPTER THREE
The woman at the door did open her eyes wide at the sight that greeted her.
Melissa Dobbs had prepared herself for almost anything. She knew what kind of man David Marx was. She knew he had strange tastes. But she was willing. She had to spread her thighs and allow him to use her body any way he wanted to. That was the price of blackmail.
She hadn't really expected to hear from David Marx again. His phone call had been something of a surprise. She had already allowed him to fuck her cunt once and men seldom came back for seconds with her. The first time he had cursed her and called her filthy names. She expected a repeat of the first time, so she had been prepared for the worst.
Except that she had not been prepared to meet the mayor's wife dressed in black bra and panties, and with her huge tits sticking out at her.
Melissa was stunned. It was as if someone had suddenly punched her in the stomach.
"Come in, Melissa," Patricia purred. "We were just waiting for you."
Melissa saw David. He was naked. His long cock dangled softly between his legs. There was a drop of cum still on the end. So the mayor's wife and David had been ... Melissa tried to shut her mind to the image of Patricia Miller, with her huge tits hanging down, fucking David Marx.
She stepped into the room, trying to look anywhere but at David Marx's cock and Patricia Miller's tits. Patricia's tits were just so damned big. And David Marx. She had not really gotten a good look at his cock the last time she had been with him. He was hung like a bull.
The only cock she had ever looked at was her husband's prick and his cock couldn't compare to the weapon that David Marx carried. It was like comparing Melissa's tits to Pat's magnificent tits. There was just no comparing them.
"You've met Mrs. Miller," David said, smiling. "I believe you two are next-door neighbors."
Melissa nodded. She had known Pat Miller for a long time although they were never close. Melissa's husband was an accountant in the mayor's office.
"Take a chair, Melissa," David said. "We've got a few things to talk about."
Melissa crossed over and sat down in the room's only chair. Melissa wished that David would put some clothes on. She was getting very self-conscious. She was not even looking at Patricia because every time she did, she felt something she could not understand. She was wearing her best dress that showed plenty of leg. She knew her legs were her best asset. She just wished she had a little more up top.
Melissa wondered what David was doing with a eamear. Surely he was not going to take pictures of them. Certainly Mrs. Miller would take a good picture. She would have graced the pages of any of those nasty men's magazines. But Melissa was all skin and bones.
"Sit on the bed, Pat," David said.
The mayor's wife walked over to the bed and sat down. As Patricia sat down, Melissa was given a glimpse of her huge tits straining to get free from the halter. It took her breath away. Suddenly she was feeling warm in her cunt. She tried not to think about how her tits would look naked. She was also shocked at herself. She had certainly never desired another woman's body.
"You look confused, Melissa," David said. "There's no reason to be. I'm blackmailing Mrs Miller just like I blackmailed you. And she was a good fuck. Maybe the best I've ever had. And her tits. You've never seen such tits. I could eat on her tits all day long. My cum is still in her cunt."
Melissa turned a couple of shades of deep purple. She couldn't imagine why David Marx was telling her all of this. Why had he even called her when he could have someone like Pat Miller? What did he want with both of them? She had an idea, but she refused to think about it.
Surely he wouldn't want them both together. She had never seen a woman like Pat Miller naked. There were times when she had wanted to. She had to admit that to herself. There were times when she wanted to see Pat Miller naked. Especially those times when Pat had been out by the pool in her skimpy bathing suit. She had wondered what it would be like just to touch her tits.
She tried to take her mind away from such things, but it wasn't an easy thing to do. She was still looking straight at Pat Miller. It didn't seem possible that those tits could be held inside by a bra.
"What do you want with me?" Melissa asked.
"I should think that would be obvious," David Marx said. "You were such a bad fuck last time that I had to think of some other way to use you. I had an idea. I think I'd like to have you to make love to Mrs. Miller while I take some pictures."
He walked over and hefted one of Patricia's tits. It almost came out of the bra. Again Melissa's breath was taken away.
"I thought you might be good for something," David continued. "You're certainly a cold piece of ass.
"Please don't talk like that," Melissa said.
"Don't talk like what?" David asked angrily. "I talk like I please. You damned little fool! Do you realize you're sitting in a motel room with your tongue hanging out because of Patricia's tits and you're telling me to watch my language!"
Melissa gasped.
"And you know something," David continued. "I think you like her tits. I think that's what makes you a cold piece. You like girls better. I think you can't wait until you lock your lips around her luscious tits. I think you're a cunt-lapper."
"I'm leaving!" Melissa said.
She started toward the door. David came across the room faster than she thought possible. She had one hand on the knob of the door when he grabbed her. His strong arms came around and his hands pressed her tits. He spun her around.
"The hell you are!" he said angrily. "You're staying right here until I finish with you. This time you're going to pay the right price. You're not going to fuck like a stick of knobby wood."
"Let me go!" she demanded.
He surprised her by letting her arms go. His voice had sounded ugly. "Then go! But remember, before you're halfway down the block, I'm going to pick up the phone and call the newspaper. There's a little story I can tell them. Do you want the whole town to know your disgusting little secret?"
"No!"
"I thought not."
He caught her by the arm and pushed her. She landed on the carpet with her blouse ruffled and her skirt above her thighs. She tried to cover her thighs, but he caught her by both arms.
"Don't cover it up. Your legs are the only thing worth looking at. I don't want you covering anything up if you've got it to show."
She was growing frightened. He pulled on her until her face was only an inch away from his soft cock.
"Answer truthfully," he said. "Do you like Pat's tits better than my cock?"
"No," she said.
"Good." He laughed. "Then make my prick hard."
He let go of her hand. She ran her fingers lightly over his scrotum. She hefted the sac. God! His balls were heavy. She was fairly good with her hand. Her husband had made her jerk his cock off a couple of times.
She ran her fingers over his long prick. She took the head of his cock in her fingers and began to rub it. The prick was coming alive and she gasped. His prick was not fully erect and it was still twice as large as her husband's cock.
"Damn!" David exploded. "This is taking too long. Suck my cock! That'll get it up."
She looked at him in puzzlement as he buried his hands in her hair. He forced her head toward his cock. Suck his cock. She gasped. She realized what he meant. She had never done that before.
She saw Patricia looking at them. There was an amused look on her face. Melissa tasted salty cum. She had never tasted cum before. He was pushing on her head, making her lick his cock clean.
"Keep that tongue out," he commanded.
She ran her tongue over his cock and over his balls. This time his prick became huge and red.
"I'll ask you again," he said. "Do you like tits better? Maybe you'd like to have your mouth wrapped around Pat's luscious tits. They're delicious. Take my word for it."
"No," she said.
"Then keep sucking."
He forced her head forward until her lips touched the head of his cock. His hand came underneath and grabbed her tits. He squeezed hard until she opened her mouth wide. Immediately he crammed all his cock deep into her throat.
"Suck it good!" he said. "That's it! Start your mouth moving and suck my cock good. I think you're a cocksucker after all."
She could not help herself. She gagged and bit. He yelped with pain and drew his cock out. He slapped her hard across the face.
"You bite me again and I'll kick your ass through town! Now suck it! Or maybe you want her tits now?"
Melissa shook her head.
He forced her head to his cock and crammed it in. She was gagging again. She was afraid she was going to be sick. Tears were stinging at her eyes.
"Suck it. Suck it good. Make me cum. You're going to swallow my cum. You're going to drink it deep...."
She was sick then. She pulled away quickly and ran to the bathroom. She had only dry sobs in her throat and nothing else. After a moment she came back out. Her face was pale and white.
David sat in the chair. His hands were behind his head and there was a smile on his face.
"Come on, cunt," he said. "I've not finished with you. I want you to suck me until I cum."
"Please," she said. "I can't do that any more. Just let me fuck you. I can fuck you."
"You can't do anything. You've got a choice. You suck me or Patricia. I really think you'd like Patricia, honey. I think you'd like to bury your head in her cunt. It's your choice."
"I can't!" she protested. "I can't do that with a woman!"
"Then get out of here," David Marx said softly. "Tomorrow you can read about yourself in the papers."
"But I've tried to make you happy," she said.
Melissa put her head down. She knew what she was going to have to do. She knew that David would have no pity. She also knew that she couldn't suck his cock any longer. She knew she would have to go to Pat-and with the knowledge came that feeling again.
"How about it?" David asked.
Melissa nodded yes. David approached her and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. He slid the blouse off her shoulders and undid the bra. Melissa was like a robot. He slipped her skirt down, and then her panties, then she was standing naked.
She had never felt so small. She crossed her arms in front of her tits. She felt his hand on her mound and his fingers played in her pubic hair. She didn't move as he felt her all over. He bent down and kissed her tits.
"They really don't taste bad," he said. "Even if they are small."
He stepped back and looked at her. Patricia Miller was still sitting on the bed.
"There's Patricia," David said. "Now enjoy yourself."
She walked slowly to the mayor's wife. She didn't know exactly what to do. Pat helped. Pat touched Melissa's cheeks.
"Kiss me, Melissa," Pat said.
Melissa bent down and kissed Pat's soft lips. A fiery tongue came out and turned her on. Melissa drew back.
"It's all right," Patricia said. "It's all right."
Patricia began to fondle Melissa's tits. Melissa could no longer resist. There was something gentle and beautiful about Pat. There was also something wild and savage. Melissa was feeling things she'd never felt before.
Melissa kissed Pat again on the lips. This time she didn't pull back when she felt the fiery tongue. Patricia tasted so good.
Melissa's hands came up and touched Pat's huge tits. They felt wonderful. The huge tits were real.
Patricia's tits were real. Tits! They were so soft and beautiful.
Melissa kissed harder and both of them fell back on the bed. Melissa's hands slipped behind the back of her neighbor and unhooked her bra. She had to see them. She could no longer control her feeling. She had to see and touch Pat's tits.
It no longer made any difference that David was looking on and taking pictures. Nothing mattered except Pat Miller's huge tits. The bra came off and Melissa licked the precious mounds.
"Then kiss them," Patricia said. "Do what you want to do."
Melissa bent her head downward and buried herself in the globes. It made her skin tingle. Her juices flowed between her legs. Her husband had never made her feel like this. She came up again to taste Patricia's mouth. Her naked tits rubbed against Patricia's and it was a wonderful sensation. Melissa heard the camera clicking and she knew that David was taking pictures.
She didn't care. She was happy. This was a new experience and she was glad she had found it.
Patricia was moaning as Melissa began to kiss her tits again. She gobbled up the juicy flesh. She felt like her own cunt was on fire and she moved her naked pussy against Pat's black panties.
"My God!" David said. "She's going crazy."
Now Melissa took complete control of the lovemaking. She slipped a hand down to help Pat take off her panties. The golden mound came into view and Melissa thought she had never before seen anything so beautiful.
She rolled a nipple in her mouth as she lowered her head. Her hand curled in Patricia's pubic hair. Patricia was moaning loudly, now. Melissa slipped two fingers into Pat's tight pussy. Patricia's ass came off the bed, her cunt welcoming the fingers.
Melissa's cunt was on fire. She felt the bed shake, and she knew David had joined them. She felt a sudden fire in her cunt. She lifted her head. She saw David between her legs. His tongue slipped into her cunt and Melissa cried out at the pleasure. She had never had her pussy eaten before.
Melissa suddenly wondered what it would be like to bury her face between Pat's white thighs. She knew that she could not resist. She also kept telling herself that it was wrong-but she didn't care. She couldn't help the longing that was in her. She wanted to taste Pat's blonde cunt.
She ran her tongue down Pat's belly. She tongued her navel for a moment and she then went to the cunt-mound. It was a delicious experience as she buried her face in the soft blondeness. She slipped her tongue inside the cunt and was delighted by the taste. She gobbled up more of the cunt-flesh into her mouth. She now knew what she had been missing all these years.
Right now she loved David for making her do this. She might feel ashamed later, but right now was all that mattered.
Just a wide-open cunt for her adoring tongue.
She felt the bed move and David's mouth left her cunt. She groaned in protest, but it was only for a moment.
"Move," he said, "so that Pat can reach my cock with her mouth and I can eat your pussy."
She quickly did as she was told. Melissa felt his lips on her cunt once more. She saw Patricia move her head forward so that she could take David's shaft deep into her throat.
David was making sounds in Melisa's pussy and she mouthed Patricia's cunt the same way. She buried her tongue inside and had never known pleasure like this before. Patricia was thrashing wildly, her legs high in the air and her mouth closing on more of David's cock.
"I can't hold it!" David groaned. "I just can't hold it!"
Melissa opened her eyes for a moment to see David plunge his cock deeply into Patricia's throat. She saw the white jism running out of the corners of Patricia's mouth and dripping on her huge tits. David's tongue was still eating at her own pussy. For the first time im her life, Melissa began to feel the floodgates of her cunt open.
Melissa screamed as the pleasure shot through her. She thrashed wildly, and David's seeking tongue never left her. She screamed again as she let go hot juices into David's mouth.
"I'm getting there!" Pat screamed. "I'm getting there! Oh, suck my cunt, lover! Suck all my juices up! Oh suck it!"
Patricia came a moment behind Melissa.
David Marx laughed softly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Julia Craig was a tease. It wasn't that she didn't like sex. There was nothing she liked better than her husband Jim's hard cock between her legs, and his mouth on her tits.
But she still liked to tease. That was one of the reasons she worked at the diner and wore her skirts short despite Jim's repeated objections. When she bent over, she liked the feeling of having a man's hungry eyes feasting on the white of her thighs and all of them hoping that her skirt would rise up just far enough.
A few of them took a chance. They would brush their hands across her ass when she walked by, but the hands never lingered for long. She would slap them away and chide them loudly for being so naughty.
Usually, after being so embarrassed the first time, the same man would never try to get so familiar again.
Only David Marx was different. Not that he ever tried to touch her, but there was something wicked about his eyes. When he came into the diner, her hands would become sweaty and cold chills would run up and down her spine. She realized that David Marx was a dangerous man.
David came in that evening. He was tired. His activities earlier with the two women had exhausted him. But he was not too tired to appreciate the fine quality of Julia's body.
He had wanted Julia for a long while. It was not that he had a need for her body, but he wanted her because of the way she teased men. He knew what she was doing. He watched the way other men hungered after her, and David knew she would never let them have any cunt. She wanted her excitement, but she refused anyone else's satisfaction.
David had determined that he was going to teach her a lesson. It had taken a while to dig up the information that he needed. He had found out that her husband was a weak man with a fondness for gambling. That was all he needed.
There were few people in the diner as David made his offer. He saw that she was becoming uncomfortable as he gazed at her. His eyes ran freely all over her body, and it angered her.
"What will be your order, sir?"
"I'd like you," he said quietly.
Julia smiled. She could deal with him now. She had been frightened of him before. But with such an obvious proposition, it was easy to see that he was just like any other man. Of course, the others simply asked her out for a date and had never been so blatant about what they wanted. Still, a curt word could cut him short forever.
"I don't go out with weirdos," Julia said coldly, watching him closely to see how her harsh words struck home.
Her words didn't phase him. He simply grinned at her.
"I didn't ask you to go out," he said. "I just want to fuck you."
"What!" Julia was shocked. Sure, there had been propositions before, but never one like this. She couldn't believe that the filthy word had come out of his mouth.
"You heard me," he said. "I want to fuck you. And I will."
"I'm going to call the police," she said. "I'm going to have you arrested. I won't listen to talk like this."
"It won't work," David said tiredly. "You'll listen to me. That is, if you want to stay in one piece."
"What do you mean?"
David took out of his pocket a white envelope. He removed a few red tickets from the envelopes and placed them before her on the table.
Julia looked closely at them. She didn't recognize them.
"Do you know what these are?"
"No," she answered. "Should I?"
"You should. They're gambling tickets, baby. They belong to your husband. Haven't you ever wondered why he left the last town in such a hurry?"
"He said he would do better out here."
"Hell," David said. "The only reason he came here is to keep alive. Some big wheels wanted to teach him a lesson about gambling without enough money to cover his debts."
"No," Julia whispered.
"I'm afraid so," David whispered. "He got in a little over his head. To the tune of about ten-thousand dollars. That's a lot of money to owe these people. If they could find him...." David shook his head sadly.
"How did you get hold of these things?"
"Easy enough. I just bought up a few of his tickets. They could afford to sell. They couldn't find him. But they will. Just as soon as I pick up a phone."
David reached up and touched her nipple through her blouse.
Julia jumped back and slapped his face. A few heads in the diner turned to look, and then went back to eating. They were used to seeing Julia slap a man's face.
"You'll be sorry you did that," he said. "Now I'm afraid I'll have to let the right people know where to find your husband. They'll probably hurt him bad. They'll break a few arms and legs. They'll probably cut his balls off. These people play rough."
"You animal!" she said. "I'm going to tell my husband what you're trying to do."
"Go ahead," David smiled. "In fact, this is one of the few times that I want you to. I think your husband is a weak man. A very weak man. I think he's going to want you to kind of work things out."
She started to slap his face again, but he caught her arm. He bent it backward and pulled her toward him. His burning lips found hers for a moment.
She wiggled out of his grasp angrily. "You," she cried. "You pervert! My husband will kill you when he finds out what you're doing."
"No," David said. "He won't kill me. All he'll do is tell you to come see me. I want you to be at the Pirate's Den tonight at seven o'clock."
Julia's legs turned to jelly. The way he spoke left no argument. She knew that her husband gambled with some dangerous men. He had gambling debts over his head before. What could she do? Maybe David was right about her husband being a weak man.
She was confused.
David was grinning at her. This time she didn't protest when he fondled her nipple. She felt her tit responding to his touch. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. There were people in the diner who were turning around to look. She was petrified.
"The Pirate's Den," he whispered into her ear. "At seven. You know where it is."
Julia nodded. She knew where it was. Her husband had never taken her there. He said it was filled with prostitutes and drunks. It had a bad reputation, and it was in the worst section of town.
"Jim won't allow it," she said.
"He will," David said. "He wants to stay alive more than he wants to keep me out of his wife's pussy."
The dirty word made her come to her senses. She jerked away from him. "You're filthy!"
"Yes," he agreed. "I am. I love to have a little pussy when I can get it. Tonight I'm getting you. And don't bother wearing any panties. You won't need them."
. David gathered up his tickets and left the diner.
Julia told herself that she would not be forced to go to him. She would tell Jim and he would be angry. He would beat David Marx to a pulp. Jim loved her. He would not stand for her to be in the arms of another man.
For the rest of the evening she went about her chores in a daze. She didn't laugh or tease like she usually did. She simply took their orders and waited on tables. It was a long two hours until the place finally closed.
Jim was waiting for her in their old Ford. When she slipped in, she saw the hungry look in his eyes as his gaze lingered on her thighs. He could not resist reaching for her thigh and running his hand up to her panties.
"God," he said. "It's been a long day."
"Did you miss me?" she teased.
"I'll show you how much."
He pulled her to him and his lips burned against hers. His tongue slipped in between her teeth and filled her mouth.
She felt helpless in his strong hands. How could a man like this be weak?
His hands began to roam over her body. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped one hand inside the warmth of her blouse. His hand found her nipple in the bra cup and began to rub it. He pushed her back and his hand went under her bra cup to cup the naked flesh of her tit.
"God, baby!" he cried. "You feel so good." Julia remembered where they were. She tried to push him away. She knew that anyone passing by could plainly see them outlined by the street lamp. Suppose a policeman passed by?
She tried to push his hands away, but he was too strong for her. "Jim!"
"Don't stop me, baby," he pleaded. "I want you. I want to feel you."
She quit fighting. The fact that he was so turned on made her feel warm. That and the hands that were playing with her nipples.
"Undo my bra," she said.
She arched her back so that he could reach the clasp. Her bra fell away, revealing her creamy-white tits and her hard nipples.
"Oh baby!" Jim said. He lowered his mouth to her nipples.
The urgency began to build in her. It no longer mattered that they were parked beneath a streetlamp. Nothing else mattered except the need of her body.
Her hands slipped between his legs and she began to rub his cock. His prick was already stiff and threatening to burst out of his tight jeans. Gone were all thoughts of David Marx. Jim's cock was the only cock that mattered. She was dying to have his prick inside her, filling her up with its maleness, spewing out his seed into her hot pussy.
"Baby," he said. "Let it out. It's all cramped up. Let my cock out! I want to feel your fingers around my hard cock!"
Her hand found his zipper and quickly pulled it down. He wore nothing underneath his jeans to stop his cock from springing out. And there was his magnificent throbbing prick, standing stiff and straight and ready for her cunt.
And her cunt was ready. She had an itch inside that only his cock could cure. An itch that threatened to explode over her whole body if his cock didn't get inside her pussy quick.
She had a few mental pictures of men she had teased that day. There was one truck driver. A big, beefy man. She had bent down a few times for him. She had known that he could almost see her crotch. Each time she stood up, he had been breathing a little harder.
Later on, she had watched him walk to the bathroom. She had followed him, a smile on her lips. She had stood outside the bathroom door and listened. She had been rewarded by the sounds of him jerking off. He had been jerking off and thinking of her body.
The thought gave her a new urgency. She pulled at her husband's trousers until they were below his knees. She put her hands on him, running her fingers gently over his prick, cupping his heavy balls.
"Dear Jesus!" he said. "Don't do that. You'll make me come too soon."
She laughed. She didn't want him to come too soon, but she liked the power she had over him. She liked the feeling of being able to control her man by his prick.
Jim moaned again as his wife fondled his prick. There was no one who could play with his prick like Julia. There had been other girls.
That afternoon he had gotten a sucking off by the wife of one of his clients. She had given him a good one, sucking his prick until he came, swallowing every drop of his seed.
But Julia had a way with pricks. He was ready to come just looking at her. He knew that other men looked at her that way also. He even knew that the reason she wore short skirts was because she liked to turn men on.
He didn't mind that. As long as one of the men didn't turn Julia on.
He moaned. He pulled off her blouse and his lips were once again on her tits. She had fine, exciting-tasting tits. He ran his tongue over one nipple and sucked the flesh into his mouth.
God, she was good.
"I want to suck you for a while," Julia said. "I want to go down on your cock." He groaned at her words.
She bent down and her lips touched his cock. Her tongue flicked out. He was going to have to be careful. He could hardly control the building come in his prick, and he knew his wife did not like the taste of sperm. She didn't mind sucking his prick. She liked to have his prick in her mouth, but she couldn't stand the taste of sperm.
That was all right with Jim. He could get his cock sucked at other places. But he would never find another cunt like Julia's. So tight, warm, and exciting.
Julia enveloped the entire head of his cock with her mouth. She gobbled it greedily, hungrily, taking it into her mouth almost to his balls.
"That's it, baby!" he said. "Suck my cock! Do to me what all those men want you to do to them. Suck me good, baby!"
She ran her tongue down the length of his prick and sucked one of his heavy balls into her mouth.
She tongued it for a moment before she moved to his other ball.
Julia had never sucked another man's cock. It was Jim who had taught her to like cocksucking even if she couldn't stand the taste of his semen.
"Damn!" Jim said. "You can really suck my cock. You were born for it, baby."
She ran her tongue back up his cock and took the head back into her mouth once more. His hands moved from her tits to tangle in her hair. Now he was getting carried away. He was starting to fuck her mouth, driving his cock in and out of her mouth in deep strokes.
She took all the prick he had to offer. She liked the feel of him driving his cock against the back of her throat. She tasted the first salty drop and felt his prick begin to grow in her mouth. Quickly she moved away.
"No!" Jim groaned. "Keep sucking."
"No!" she protested. "I want you to fuck me now."
Jim didn't like losing the warm, sucking mouth around his cock, but he didn't protest too much. He wanted the feel of her cunt around his cock. He wanted to plant his prick in her tight cunt. He wanted to explode inside her.
He ran his hands up her thighs and cupped her ass. He ran his fingers under her panties and couched her hot flesh.
"Oh yes!" Julia moaned. "Take my panties off. Take them off, baby!"
He took a firm hold of her panties and pulled them down. His hand went between her thighs. She was wet, and his finger slid into her warm cunt easily. She moaned in pleasure and anticipation.
"That's it!" she cried. "Finger-fuck me! Stick your finger in my cunt!"
He began to move his finger in an in-and-out motion that nearly drove her out of her mind. Her legs were high in the air and he could see her beautiful, delicious-looking cunt. He could not resist taking his finger out and eating her pussy.
Julia gasped as his tongue touched her pussy. He slid his tongue in between her warm cunt and she screamed in pleasure. He found her clit and began to gently massage it with his tongue.
"Oh Lord!" Julia cried. "I love it when you eat me! I love your tongue in my cunt."
He moved his head upward and kissed her navel and then up to her tits. Again he sucked her flesh into his mouth. She arched her back to give him more pussy.
He positioned himself so that his prick was pointing directly at her cunt. With one swoop he could be inside of her. For a moment he denied himself the delicious pleasure of jamming his cock into her cunt.
"Come on, baby!" Julia urged. "Put it to me! Give me all of your hot meat! Fuck me good!"
He could resist no longer. He plunged into her pussy and she gasped. Her ass came up off the seat and she began to move against him.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love your cock. I love your hot meat between my legs! Oh give it to me, baby! Give me all your dick!"
Julia cried as the pleasure flooded through her. There was nothing she liked better than having her legs high in the air and her husband's cock driving into her warm cunt. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass and the delicious length of his prick driving against her cunt.
"Fuck!" she cried again. "Give it all to me. Give me every inch of your throbbing cock. Fuck me like you'd fuck a whorerbaby! Ram it to me!"
Her words drove Jim on. He tried to pound her into the seat, feeling the building tension in his balls begging for release. And her ass lifted to meet every stroke of his cock.
"Oh God!" she cried. "I'm going to come!" Her sharp fingernails raked across his back. "I'm going to come on your fucking dick. Oh, baby. Now!"
She lifted her ass once more in a convulsive shudder as the pleasures of coming shot through her body like electricity. She rested for only a moment and then she began to move her ass again. She wanted to make him come quickly, now, and she could feel the pressures of his cock growing within her cunt.
"Fuck, baby!" he said. "I'm going to empty a gallon of come in your hot pussy."
"Oh yes!"
The first drops spattered against her cunt and Jim groaned. Suddenly he was coming in rivers, and she could feel it jerking like a hot poker inside of her.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes! Give me every drop of it."
"Ohh!" he moaned as his prick emptied out and quit jerking. "That was good, baby. That was so damn good."
She moved her legs down as he fell away from her. That was the first time she had fucked in a car in a long time and she decided that there was something exciting about fucking in a car. She and Jim would have to do it a lot more in their car. She sat up and began to straighten out her clothes. She started to pull her panties on, and then she remembered what David had said.
Quickly she told Jim the whole story. She hadn't known what to expect, except that possibly he would become angry and go looking for David Marx. But his reaction was not what she expected.
His face grew pale and troubled. "Jim?"
"He's not a liar," Jim said. "Every word of what he says is true."
Jim was remembering how it had all came about. He knew that the men he had been gambling with were dangerous men. He also knew how they collected whatever was owed them. Usually it was with cracking bones and bloodied knuckles. Jim was scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life. With one word, David Marx would have him killed.
"He can't call them," Jim whispered. "If he calls those men, they'll kill me."
"We could go to the police," Julia suggested.
"Police," Jim sneered. "Men like that own the police. I could get killed just as easily in a jail cell. Probably easier than on the outside."
"We could run."
Jim looked at his wife. He wondered how he could explain that running would only land him in more trouble. He had been taking a little money off the top of his business. Running away would only lead to him being found out and then the police would also be chasing him. He had to stay in town long enough to get that straight.
"That wouldn't work," Jim said.
"Then what can we do?" Julia asked.
For a moment Jim looked at his wife. He had just had wonderful sex with his wife. And he would have killed any man who looked twice at her. But death was not what he feared. He had seen the pained faces after the professionals had finished. They could do horrible things to a man.
"You can do what he wants," Jim said quietly. "You can go to him and do what he wants."
Julia was shocked. Her husband, the man she had loved for a long time, was actually telling her to fuck another man. For the first time she was seeing a side of her husband that she didn't like. He was afraid. She tried again. Maybe he didn't understand what he was asking.
"But he wants me to do things with him," Julia protested. "Things I've done only with you."
"I know," Jim said. "But if you don't go with him, they'll kill me."
She was suddenly very angry. She got out of the car and slammed the door. "Okay. If that's what you want. But he's going to want to fuck me and make me suck his cock. You sit here and think about that."
She had hoped to make him mad, but as she started walking down the street, she saw him hang his head in shame. He was her husband but he wanted to live.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Pirate's Den was in the worst section of the town. As she walked along, Julia was aware of dozens of eyes appraising her. She knew that a lot of them belonged to men who were capable of dragging her into a car and raping her.
It was a frightening thought and she hurried. It was with a sense of relief that she finally reached the Pirate's Den.
The room was dark and smoky. She looked around for David Marx, but she couldn't locate him. The place was like Jim had told her it would be.
Drunks and prostitutes eyed her openly. Julia thought she was a tease. But some of the prostitutes wore skirts so short you could see their pubic hairs curling out from under their panties.
Julia shuddered. If David Marx wanted her, why had he not asked that she meet him at his home, or at some motel? Why had he brought her here?
"How about it, babe?" a drunken voice asked.
She turned to see a smiling sailor standing beside her. He was obviously drunk and he was ogling her tits openly.
"How much?" the sailor asked.
"I'm not for sale," she said quickly.
"They're all for sale," the sailor laughed. "You just got to find the right price."
She started to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arm. She tried to twist out of his grasp. His strong hand tightened as she struggled.
"Now, it don't do no good to struggle, hon," the sailor explained. "I'll pay you good for your services. You just come along and make me happy."
"No!" she protested.
He was beyond hearing her. He forced her into a corner and began to paw her tits. He got one hand in her blouse and began to squeeze.
"Damn fine tits," the sailor gasped. "Lots of whores ain't got no tits. I like to feel a good tit."
Again she tried to force her way out of the corner, but struggling did no good. She felt something rubbing against her leg and she looked down in horror. The sailor had his prick out and was rubbing it against her thigh.
"How much?" he asked. "Just name your price. I got to have some pussy!"
"Please!" she said.
She looked up to see David Marx grinning at her. He stood a few feet away. He had a drink in his hand. He watched, amused, as she fought the sailor off. She would grab the sailor's hand in one place and his other would find a spot on her body. As she struggled, his hard prick was rubbing against her thigh.
He ripped open her blouse. She heard the buttons pop. The bra was next. He didn't bother to undo the clasp. The sailor broke it as he ripped it from her body.
"Jesus!" the sailor said. "Would you look at them tits!"
He bent his head and began to nuzzle her tits. For the first time she realized that she might actually get raped. She had not put on her panties, and the sailor was already between her legs. His hard prick was nuzzling at her cunt while his lips tasted her tits.
"There's pussy at the bar," David interrupted.
He pulled the drunken sailor away from Julia and pointed him in the direction of the bar. With the buttons of his trousers still open and his cock throbbing hard, the drunken sailor went off in the direction of the bar.
"Your tits are showing," David grinned.
Julia tried to pull together the remains of her blouse. She was able to button the top two buttons but the rest had to hang open.
"I see you took my advice and didn't wear panties."
She looked down at herself. The drunken sailor had pulled her skirt up above her waist. The dress had not dropped back into place, but was still clinging to her hot skin. Quickly she pulled it down.
"Couldn't you find another place to meet?"
"I like the atmosphere here," he said. "Come on. Let's find a table."
She followed him like an obedient puppy across the floor. A dozen times drunken hands reached up to fondle her nipples or sneak up her skirt. At first she slapped them away. But the hands became more persistent, and she couldn't fight them all off. She felt bruised and tired, and completely violated by the time she reached her table. Hands had fondled her tits, pinched her ass, fingered her pussy and treated her like shit.
"Sit down," David commanded.
Julia sat down. David walked over to the bar and returned with two beers. Julia did not like beer. She shook her head. David responded with a slap to the face.
Julia fought back the tears. She had never been slapped by anyone before, except in play, and David Marx had not hit her in a playful way. Her cheek was stinging.
"You'll drink when I tell you to drink!" David said. "If you don't, you'll be punished. Now take this. You're going to need it."
Something in his voice told her that she really was going to need it. She drank the foul-tasting beer. David watched her with amused eyes.
"What are you going to do with me?" Julia asked, gasping over the beer.
"Teach you a lesson," David answered. "You're such a proud one. I like to bend proud women. I especially like teasing women. You like to tease men, don't you, Julia? You know that you get them all excited with your short skirts, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she admitted.
"And you never had any intention of giving anyone any pussy. That was for your husband. All you wanted to do was tease them."
Again Julia nodded.
"Well, you're all done teasing men. Today you're going to make up for all the suffering you caused. All the men you sent home with hot and throbbing cocks, having to fuck their wives, when they all wanted you."
"What do you mean?"
David drank his beer. "Play with my cock, Julia."
She looked around the room. There were many people who would be able to watch her rub David's cock. She didn't want to let people see anything like that.
Julia shook her head. "No," she said, "I can't. Let's get out of here, David. Let's get out of here, and I'll show you a good time. But I can't do that in front of all these people."
She didn't expect what came. She thought that he had just been taking out his frustrations when he had slapped her. She hadn't believed that anyone could really try and hurt her.
But David's fist came at her brutally, and she couldn't duck fast enough. Foi a moment she saw stars. Then there was an aching on her cheek and her back hurt.
She opened her eyes. There were men standing all around. She realized that her skirt was up above her waist, but she could hardly move. Some of the men standing there were customers she had known from the diner.
"Look at that cunt," a man said.
"And those tits. I always knew she had good tits. Always wearing them tight blouses and them uplift bras. She sure wanted to show them."
"Now, Julia," he said. "Are you going to do everything that you're told to do, or are we going to have to play some more. A girl could get badly hurt."
"I'll do what you say."
"You mean if I say fuck me right now on this floor, you'd spread your legs and let me have some of your tight pussy?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"Good. That's the way I like a tease. Now get up. The boys have a few things prepared in the next room. A lot of folks want to watch Julia get hers."
She started climbing to her feet.
"You understand," David said softly. "I don't like a lot of people watching me fuck. So I decided to hold a lottery just to teach you a lesson. You've been twitching your ass long enough. Now I'm going to let one of those poor souls fuck your cunt." He grinned and took her arm. "Now come on. The men are waiting."
Like a zombie she followed him into the room at the end of the hall. She got her first shock as soon as the door was opened.
On her knees, in the dirty hallway, a prostitute was lustily sucking off the sailor who had tried to rape her earlier.
The sailor was obviously enjoying himself. He was laughing and moaning and leaning his back against the wall as the whore made slurping noises on his cock.
Julia wanted to look away, but she couldn't. David seemed willing enough to let her watch. Julia couldn't believe the prostitute was taking all of that sailor's cock into her mouth. She was swallowing him to his balls, and then the whore even took his balls into her mouth.
"Oh suck it, bitch!" the sailor cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot my wad into your mouth! Don't waste a drop!"
Julia watched, expecting the prostitute to draw away. She expected all women to feel as she did about the taste of semen.
But the whore didn't draw away. Instead the whore began to suck on the sailor's prick with renewed energy.
Julia gasped. She realized that the prostitute was actually going to take the sailor's come into her mouth.
"Holy fuck!" the sailor cried. "Here I come! You'd better swallow quick!"
The sailor grabbed the whore by the hair. But the prostitute had no intention of moving away. She let her mouth be drawn deeper onto his prick and she began to swallow.
Julia could see the sailor's prick jerking, and she could see the whore's mouth working. He was coming, and she was swallowing it! Taking the filthy come into her mouth and actually swallowing it!
Finally the whore drew away. A white drip of come oozed from her open mouth. Julia turned away in disgust. But David grabbed her head and turned her back.
"You watch!" he commanded. "You might get a few pointers. She's the best cocksucker around."
Amazed, Julia watched as the whore began to give the sailor a tongue bath. She ran her tongue up and down his prick, catching every bit of his come and swallowing it.
"That was wonderful!" the sailor cried.
David pulled Julia along so that she did not hear the whore's answer. Julia's second shock came almost immediately. The whore and the sailor were not the only two in the hall. Never had Julia seen so many naked bodies sucking and fucking.
"Some of them even use the rooms," David said, laughing at her expression. "The Pirate's Den is the place to come."
David pulled her down the hall, sidestepping the moaning, squirming bodies. They entered a room at the end of the hall. There, Julia had her most painful surprise. The room was bare except for a mattress. All around the mattress stood grinning men. She knew the men were all from the diner. Men who had lusted after her.
She was really frightened now. She turned, in an attempt to leave the room, but David caught her arm.
"Stay," he said. "Or I'll beat the fuck out of you!"
She stayed. She was more scared of his voice than she had ever known. She knew that she had made her last attempt at escape. From now on she belonged to David Marx. What he said, she would do. Julia could tease no longer.
"You've been a good tease," David whispered. "Now let's see if you've really got the ability. Take off your clothes. Give the men a show."
There was not much left for Julia to take off.
Her blouse was so ripped that she just let it slide off her shoulders. There was cheering and catcalls from the men. She found the zipper on her skirt and slid it down.
"Goddamn!" a voice said. "I always knew her body would look like that."
"Put on some music," David said. "We want our visitor to feel comfortable."
Suddenly there was a bump-and-grind number flooding the room. Julia looked curiously at David, waiting for him to give her a command.
"Dance," he commanded.
She started to say that she couldn't dance, but she saw his eyes. He would hurt her if she didn't dance. She walked to the mattress. All the men had taken seats around her. Their eyes were heavy with lust.
She began to sway to the music. She knew what they wanted to see and she gave it to them. She swung her tits and her ass and she gave them more than any stripper ever had.
There was loud cheering and applause when the music stopped. David approached her and put his arm around her. She didn't protest as his fingers found her nipple.
"Now," he said. "We're going to have a little lottery. The man whose name is called gets to fuck our lovely lady. Do you have the names?"
A man jumped up from the crowd and handed David a box filled with names.
"Okay. Let's let our lovely lady pick. Go ahead. Remember, the name you pick gets use of your cunt."
With a trembling hand, Julia reached up for the box. She took a name out. David smiled as he unfolded the slip of paper.
"Henry Bell," he said.
Julia gasped. There was no person she hated worse than Henry Bell. He was ugly and foul and chewed tobacco. His teeth were yellowed. His fingernails were always dirty, and he was always inventing some excuse to be close to her.
"Please," she looked at David.
"It's Henry Bell," David said loudly. "Tell Henry to come up here and get his piece of cunt."
"Oh God!" Julia said.
"Well damn," Henry said. "I never thought I'd get to dip my stick in anything as nice as you. But I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
Henry walked up on the mattress. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall. His prick was not hard. It hung down limply between his legs.
There was laughter from the men. Julia was relieved. Maybe he couldn't get his cock hard. That way she wouldn't have to fuck him and they'd choose someone else. Anyone but Henry Bell.
"You don't look too excited about the prospect," David pointed out.
"Well, hell," Henry said. "When a man gets my age, he needs a little tenderness. I can't fuck without tenderness."
"Tenderness?" David laughed. "That's a good one. Okay, Julia. Give the man some tenderness."
"What do you mean?"
"That's simple," Henry answered. "I can show you that. Get on your knees."
Julia looked pleadingly at David, but he only smiled. She went down on her knees. Henry's limp cock dangled only inches from her face.
"Suck it, whore!" Henry demanded, Julia sucked her breath in as she put her lips to his prick. He hadn't bathed in a while or at least it smelled like it. His stench was almost gagging. She tried to kiss the head, but he jerked her head down on him. She choked on the powerful stench of his cock.
"Suck it!" he said again. "Make it hard!"
She suddenly realized that the best thing to do was to make him hard so that he could fuck her and get it over with. She drew a deep breath and began to suck on his cock. It grew hard in her mouth.
"Well, look at that!" Henry said as he drew his hard cock out.
All the men applauded.
"All right, cunt!" Henry said. "Lay on your ass and spread your legs. I'm going to ram it to you."
Julia did as she was told. He wasted no time. As soon as her legs were spread, he was plunging inside her. He rocked in pleasure.
"I knew you'd be tight," he said. "All you teases are tight. Your husband don't fuck you enough. Oh fuck! This feels so good."
The man began to clap in rhythm as he fucked her.
Over Henry's shoulder, Julia could see David's grinning face.
"Oh Jesus!" Henry groaned. "I'm coming already! She's so tight I can't stand it. Oh fuck! Move your ass, baby! Catch all my come! I'm coming! Now!"
She felt his prick boil up inside her pussy and felt the head pour out its juices. Then he rolled away. His red prick had gone soft.
"Fuck!" he said. "That ought to teach you to tease honest men."
There was laughter from the men. David turned to them once more. "That's it. No more tonight."
There were loud grunts of protest from the men who wanted to fuck Julia's cunt.
"You can have all the fun you want with the whores," David said. "At my expense. I'll pay for all your fucking."
The men filed out one by one. They were happy to pick themselves out a whore at David's expense.
Julia had not moved from her place on the mattress.
"Why did you make him fuck me?" she asked.
"I wanted to teach you a lesson. You're just a cunt like the others. I wanted to teach you not to go twitching your ass or somebody would be sure to burn it. From now on, you give men what they want. Do you understand?"
Julia nodded. She already knew that she would never be able to tease them again. All those men would look at her and see her being fucked by skinny Henry Bell and they'd be secretly laughing at her.
"Can I go home now?" she asked.
"Julia." David looked amused. "You can't go home without satisfying the most important person-me."
David unbuckled his trousers and let them fall. His prick was already hard and stiff. He grabbed his cock and massaged it.
Julia leaned back. She spread her thighs.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "Get all you want."
"Now, Julia," David chided. "You don't expect me to fuck after Henry Bell. I want something else. I want you to blow me. Just like the whore in the hall."
Julia's eyes grew wide. "But I can't do that! I've never taken a man's come in my mouth!"
"You'll take mine!"
Julia wanted to protest or fight, but she knew she couldn't. There was no mistaking the look in David's eyes. He wanted to fuck her mouth. He wanted to empty his come into her throat, and there was nothing she could do.
She nodded.
"Good," David said. "Now be gentle with my prick, baby. Don't bite, or I'll break something valuable."
She took his cock into her mouth gently. She bathed it with her tongue. He grew hard. She almost choked on the hugeness of his prick. He was bigger than Jim. She tried to take him deep like she had seen the whore do. She couldn't go as far as the whore.
Her tongue played in the slit at the end of his prick. She bathed him with her saliva. He put his hands on her head and pulled her closer. Then David began to fuck her mouth, going hard into her mouth with huge deep strokes.
Julia tried to pull away as she tasted the first of his salty jism. He would not allow her head any freedom. He pulled her tighter against his cock.
"Okay, baby!" he said. "I'm going to shoot off in your mouth! I'm going to drown your tonsils in gallons of come and you're going to drink every drop! Now get ready to swallow."
She tried to relax her mouth. He began to pinch her tits. Then he grabbed one of her hands and made her play with his balls.
"It's good, baby!" he cried. "You'll be a good cocksucker!"
He cried out in pleasure and gave a deep lunge into her mouth. She tried to pull her mouth away, but he kept her steady. The first trickle spattered against the roof of her mouth and just as she was thinking that it wasn't so bad he really began to come. He was right about his gallons of come. It did seem like gallons.
Julia swallowed until she choked and felt sick, then he pulled his prick back to give her breathing room. When she took a breath, he drove his cock once more into her mouth and she received the rest of his offering.
Afterwards, he made her clean his cock off just the way the whore had cleaned the sailor.
"You did good," he said, patting her on the top of her head. "Now pick up your clothes and go home. I'll be calling you."
"Calling me?"
"Sure. You're one of my women now. And next time I get a little horny, I might call you."
David watched as she picked up her clothes and put them on. There was nothing decent about her clothes. Her tits were plainly visible.
She left him.
David stretched. Julia had not really been that good a cocksucker, and probably not that good a fuck. But he would keep her on the hook. Another cunt when he needed it.
CHAPTER SIX
David had been completely satisfied the night before. Melissa had fought long enough to make it enjoyable for him, Pat Miller was a fantastic piece of ass, and Julia was just great. Maybe the best he had ever experienced. He had licked his lips thinking about Julia.
He was still licking his lips as he opened the door to his one-man investigation service. His office was a good tax dodge. He seldom did any real investigating. His father had left him all the money he would ever need.
And he never asked for money from his women.
There were far too many nicer things to ask for.
David sat down in his office chair.
He could see the town through his office window. He watched as Leslie Timms, the Mayor's secretary, walked by on her way to city hall. She was a fine-looking woman. She wore tight, short skirts that showed her rounded ass and slim legs off beautifully.
He wanted to stab his meat into her. He couldn't because he couldn't blackmail her. She seemed as pure as snow. He would never be able to get into her panties unless he discovered something really good, and there was just nothing to be found.
He watched the jiggle of her ass until she disappeared. God, how he wanted to bury his face in her firm tits and suck her pussy. He sighed with frustration. She had left his cock rock-hard and ready. He would have to do something about that.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang two times before a woman's breathless voice answered.
"I can't talk now," she said quickly. "I'm busy. Call back in about ten minutes and I'll...."
"I can't call back, Wanda," he said softly.
For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line.
"It's you! What do you want?"
"I want you. I'm sitting in my office with my meat hot and throbbing and I need a good mouth to suck it. I've been thinking about what a great mouth you have."
"Are you crazy? I can't come now. I've got the kids to get off to school and...."
"Would you rather I got on the phone and told your husband about your fondness for sucking dicks? I could even send him a few pictures. They're very good. You can see your face clearly."
"You're a bastard!"
"I know. Right now I'm a bastard with a hard cock. Get here in ten minutes."
He put the phone down and looked at his watch. It was five until eight. He smiled as he thought of her hectic scramble to get her children off to school. Just so she could get to him and suck his cock.
Mrs. Wanda Hammond would do anything to keep the pictures that David had from getting back to her husband. He hadn't been lying when he told her that the pictures were very good.
David had gotten the pictures almost by accident. He had never dreamed of getting anything like them.
David had started following her simply because he was bored. He had followed her routinely for a few weeks. A few weeks of boring school projects and community work.
But then one afternoon she took a detour. Curiously he followed her as she drove out of the city and into the country. She drove up and down a few dirt roads before she pulled to a stop in front of a farmhouse.
From a wooded area near them, David watched as she talked to the boys. David was shocked when he realized what was happening. Mrs. Hammond was trying to pick up the boys.
It was a long wait before the boys agreed and climbed into the seat beside her. David began following once more as she drove into a wooded glen.
David hid in some brush with his camera. He watched as she took a blanket from her car and spread it on the ground. Both boys kept looking around nervously. David could tell that they were not too sure of being safe around Mrs. Hammond.
Wanda sat down on the blanket. She was wearing a skirt that immediately slid up above her creamy-white thighs. The oldest boy began looking at her hungrily. She smiled at him and motioned for him to sit down beside her.
The younger boy looked as if he wanted to run away. Wanda touched his knee. Her long fingers slipped up the side of the younger boy's thigh, lingered for a loving moment at his prick, but then she took his hand.
She gently pulled him down beside her. David wished he could hear what they were saying.
Wanda smiled again. She bent her head and kissed the youngest boy. He jerked back as if he'd been bitten. She turned to kiss the older boy, and he knew how to kiss. She pulled her head back, but he followed, and she gently pushed him away.
She turned again to the younger boy. This time he kissed her back. Her hand fell to his knee and she began to softly stroke his thigh. She ran her fingers up his leg to his crotch. He tried to pull away, but she caught him by the trousers.
David saw her tongue dart out and kiss the boy's cheek. The young boy began to squirm, but she would not free him. Her fleshy tits were pressed hard against the young boy's chest. David saw him trying to move away again as her tits rubbed against him.
"My God!" David whispered. "Grab them tits, son! Don't run away from them."
But the boy was still trying to escape from Wanda's grasp. She forced him over on his back and she straddled him. Her mouth was still glued to his. His hands came up to push her away, but they fell against her tits.
David had to hear what they were saying. He moved closer to them, twice almost slipping on slippery grass. He drew close enough to hear soft moans coming from Wanda.
Suddenly Wanda stood up. "Have you ever seen a woman naked?" Wanda asked.
"I saw my sister once," the oldest boy said. "She was taking a bath."
"Did she have big tits?"
The boy looked away, embarrassed.
Wanda laughed. She began to undress. She took off her blouse and then her skirt. She stood before them in bra and panties. Both boys looked nervous. Wanda reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it fall away.
Both boys gasped. She had firm, proud tits with huge brown nipples. She arched her back so that they could get a good look at her titties. She quickly stripped off her panties and stood naked before them.
David saw that he had been fooled by the clothes she wore. Her body was better than it looked. Soft and rounded with a lot of pussy hair just the way he liked a pussy to look.
David began to take pictures as she fell in between the two boys. This time there was no hesitation on the younger boy's part. He was the first to grab her tits and bring his mouth to hers again.
She kissed him hard and her fingers searched out the boy's prick. The boy drew back, but she pressed closer and then the boy could argue no more. Her slender hands slipped in the younger boy's trousers and released his hard prick.
The other boy reached around to squeeze her tits. He had pressed himself against her ass and was dry-fucking her. She reached behind her back and found his cock. She was experienced-she had his cock free in a moment and pressed between her ass-cheeks.
She drew back from the younger boy and helped him to strip off his clothes.
"Sweet young cock," she said. "Come to Mama!"
She bent her head and took the young cock deep into her throat. The boy gasped and his eyes went wide.
"Oh Johnny!" he said. "Look what she's doing to me!"
The other boy had no time to talk. He had stripped off all his clothes. Now he was positioning Wanda so that he could reach her cunt. He pulled her ass high in the air. His prick was long and stiff as he pressed it against Wanda's cunt-mound.
He gave a lunge and he was inside her cunt. He screamed at the pleasure of his first fuck, then he began to fuck her wildly.
Wanda lunged, meeting every stroke, but she never left the prick that she was sucking. She would slip it out of her mouth and run her tongue along the underside of his dick, but a moment later it would be buried in her throat again.
David could stand it no longer. He put his camera down and freed his throbbing cock from his trousers. He began to jerk off as he watched them.
Both boys were starting to come. Wanda had her throat deep on the cock of the younger boy, and she was not letting go. The young boy began to plunge. She drew his prick even deeper as the boy shot his load into her mouth.
The older boy started to come. He was fucking like crazy as he pounded in and out of her cunt and yelling at the top of his lungs. He came with a wild plunge.
She jerked away so that some of his jism fell on her back. She rolled onto her back and pulled the older boy so that he was on top of her. His cock was still shooting a white stream that landed between her tits and onto her stomach.
It seemed like it would never stop.
David felt a warm and sticky release as he went into the bushes.
* * *
David was shaken from his thoughts by the soft closing of the door. He looked up to see Wanda Hammond standing there. The short, petite-looking brunette was not much to look at with her clothes on. Somehow clothes hid the soft roundness of her lush body.
David looked at his watch. It was ten after eight.
"You're late," he said as she walked toward him.
"I got here as fast as I could," she explained. "I had to get the kids off and the mayor wanted to talk to me when I came up the hall."
"Get over here!"
He pushed his chair back from his desk and turned so that she could see the bulge in his trousers. She hurried to him and fell on her knees on the soft carpeted floor.
Strong, gentle hands tugged at his zipper. His cock sprang free. He lifted up so that she could pull his trousers down to his knees.
"Momma's got a big one this morning," she said as she ran an experienced tongue along the length of his shaft. "Momma's going to eat him all up."
"Yes," David urged. "Do it to me!"
He reached down and fondled her tits. Quickly she took the blouse off and let it drop to the floor.
She knew he liked to squeeze her tits hard when she was sucking him off.
She sucked his cock into her throat like a delicious candy stick.
David moaned. Wanda Hammond knew how to suck cocks. She ran her tongue lightly over the length of his prick. She took each of his balls into her mouth and teased them with her tongue. She moved her head back up and flicked at the head of his shaft with her tongue.
"Yes! That's the way! Keep it up baby and you'll swallow my come!"
She covered the head of his shaft with her mouth. Her experienced tongue found the tiny opening. David grasped her by the hair. He forced her head down until she had captured his prick in her mouth. He pushed her .head down until she had swallowed him almost to his balls.
Again he moaned as she began to move her head up and down. She sucked his cock deep into her throat. Her long fingers caressed his balls.
David grabbed her tits again and squeezed them hard. He didn't want to come, but he could feel the tension already building in his balls.
"You fucking bitch!" he panted. "You're making me go too fast!"
He could imagine her laughing at him for getting carried away. Well, he would have the last laugh. He waited until he was almost there. The white gobs were already exploding from his cock as he pushedher backwards.
His seed exploded against her face, running in rivers down her cheeks and between her tits.
That was when the mayor walked in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
David was in a panic. The scene with the mayor had been very brief and very ugly. Mayor Miller wanted David out of town quickly, or he would expose David's blackmail scheme. David could move away. He could find another town and start over. But he hated to do that. He had become attached to where he was.
There was another way that had occurred to him after the mayor had gone. If he could find some hot information on the mayor, then he would have something to bargain with. And the only person who would know anything like that would be the mayor's wife.
So David found himself parking his car near the mayor's beautiful home. As he walked up the sidewalk, he felt his prick becoming hard. He knew that there was more than one reason why he wanted to see Pat Miller again.
He rang the bell but nobody answered it.
He walked around the house and stopped short. Pat was out by the pool, but she wasn't alone. Pat was dressed in a white halter top and tight shorts. She lay stretched out on a pool chair. Melissa sat near Pat.
David could see Melissa licking her lips as she stared at the delectable curve of Pat's ass and tits. David stepped back into the shadows near the house. His task could wait. He wanted to see how long Melissa could wait before she had to start reaching for the goodies.
Pat wasn't helping any. Pat rolled over on her stomach and undid the back of her halter.
"I like to feel the sun all over," Pat said. "Don't you, honey?"
"Yes," Melissa answered.
"I need some oil," Pat went on. "I burn so easily. Can you rub some on my back?"
"Sure."
Melissa's hands were shaking as she uncapped the bottle and poured some of the sticky oil on Pat's white flesh. Melissa felt a tingle go through her. She had never felt so strongly about anyone before.
"Easy," Pat said. "Not so hard."
Melissa realized she had been rubbing too hard and she began to calm down. She rubbed the oil into the flesh of Pat's back. A few times she got low enough so that she could almost touch her luscious ass. She had to fight to keep her hand from straying.
"Finished," Melissa breathed out.
Suddenly Pat turned over too quickly. The halter fell away and her gigantic tits were exposed. Melissa felt a sudden urge to bury her face in those titties, but she controlled the urge.
"You're thinking about last night, aren't you?" Pat asked. "That's all right. I kind of liked last night."
"You did?" Melissa questioned. "Everything?"
"All of it," Pat admitted. "Especially when you sucked my tits."
Melissa touched Pat's firm tit. Melissa was still nervous and unsure of herself.
"Go ahead," Pat urged. "I really don't mind."
A little urging was all Melissa needed. Quickly she fell to her knees beside Pat's chair. She brushed her hair back, and bent her head to capture one of Pat's luscious nipples in her mouth. A look of delight came on her face as she sucked the nipple.
Pat leaned back in her chair and Melissa's mouth followed. Melissa sucked more of the firm globe into her mouth. Her free hand came up to fondle the tit she wasn't sucking. Her other hand had already fallen between her own legs trying to rub out the fire.
"That's it, honey!" Pat purred. "Suck my nipple! Make me feel good!"
Melissa's tongue was everywhere. She licked around the base of Pat's tits and sucked the tender flesh.
Pat pushed Melissa's head back. Melissa had a hurt look on her face.
"Do you like me?" Pat asked. "Yes," Melissa said softly. "You'd do anything for me?"
"Yes."
"Then strip down. I want you naked while you suck my pussy." Melissa gasped.
"I'm waiting," Pat said. "I want you as naked as you were last night when you were sucking David's cock."
Melissa hesitated for a moment before she began to disrobe. She stripped her clothes off.
"Back where you were," Pat smiled, lifting one tit so that it pointed at Melissa.
Melissa sucked Pat's tit into her mouth. Her mouth went lower and her tongue played around Pat's navel. One of her hands slipped up Pat's thigh and parted Pat's legs.
"God!" Pat moaned. "Take off my shorts!"
Melissa quickly, frantically tore at Pat's zipper. She slipped it down and pulled the shorts open. No panties. Pat shifted so that Melissa could pull the shorts down.
Melissa licked her lips as she stared at Pat's pussy. She moved between Pat's thighs.
Pat parted her legs. She leaned back as Melissa's hungry mouth found her cunt.
David picked that moment to step forward. "What have we here?"
Melissa jumped back. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd join your game," David said.
David casually unzipped his trousers. His rampant cock jumped out, hot and throbbing. He saw Melissa's eyes open wide.
"I see you brought your own toy," Pat said.
"You won't think it's a toy when I'm done with you," David said.
Pat smiled. She stretched her arms out toward him. "Well, come on, honey. Three's more fun."
David was not going to let Pat call the game. He was by her side in a moment and he jerked her up. He kicked the pool chair away and dropped her on her fleshy bottom on the soft grass.
His cock was at her mouth and Pat sucked it in. He looked at Melissa. She was staring at him with her wide eyes.
"Get over here, cunt!" he demanded. "Play with my balls while I fuck her in the mouth."
Melissa's soft fingers slipped up between his legs and fondled his balls. Her tits were pressed against his leg and they felt damn good.
He began to fuck Pat's mouth like he would have fucked a pussy. She was warm and willing. She took him deep into her throat with every lunge. He was glad he had used Wanda to take the edge off his passion. He could fuck Pat's mouth for a while without having to come.
He drew back. His cock came out of her mouth with a loud suck. "You ready to fuck?" Pat nodded.
"Then spread your thighs! I'm ready to lay a load on you."
Pat spread her juicy pussy lips.
David dropped and positioned himself between her knees. He looked again at Melissa. "You keep playing with my balls. I want to feel your fingers there while I'm fucking."
Melissa nodded. David knew she would do anything he asked. Melissa might even turn out to be a good cocksucker if he took the time to train her right.
But right now he was going to fuck Pat. He felt his prick throbbing with need and urgency. He had trained himself to wait when he was fucking so that the woman also got her jollies. But Pat Miller was something else. Her cunt was too tight and too warm.
He drove himself into her pussy with a sudden lunge. Pat yelled and her ass came off the ground to meet him. He felt a delicious sensation go over his body. Pat had the best cunt he had ever fucked.
He began to fuck her in slow, loving strokes. Melissa had wormed her way between his legs and she was playing with his heavy balls.
"Give it to me!" Pat moaned. "Give me every luscious inch of your dick! Fuck me like crazy!"
David felt the tingle in his balls and he knew it was too soon. He drew back. Pat groaned in protest and tried to pull him back.
"No," David said. "Not yet."
He rolled away and let Melissa dive into Pat's cunt. Her tongue was lapping up Pat's juices.
David waited until the urgent need had passed. He sucked and fondled Pat's tits as he listened to the slurping sounds of Melissa eating Pat's pussy.
Pat began to move in wild, jerking motions and David knew she was approaching her climax. He began sucking Pat's tits harder. Pat pushed him closer to her beautiful tits.
"I'm there!" Pat cried. "Oh suck me, honey! Both of you! Suck me dry!"
She gave a wild, convulsive shudder and David felt the excitement that went through her body.
David drew back. Melissa had a dreamy look on her face as she finished licking the juices away from Pat's hot pussy. Her hands were between her own legs and David knew she was building herself to a climax.
David moved downward and captured Melissa's face between his hands.
"Kiss me, Melissa," he said. "Give me some of Pat's juices. Let me taste her cunt on your tongue."
Melissa's tongue slipped between David's lips. David fondled her tits, and Melissa's hands began moving with a renewed urgency between her legs.
"Let me do that," David said.
His finger slipped into Melissa's tight box. Her juices were flowing. The last time he had fucked Melissa she had been a dry hump. Her ass had hardly moved. Now David knew she was ready for a real fucking.
"I'm going to fuck you, Melissa," David said.
Melissa jumped back. "No! I don't want that thing in me! You can't! I don't like it!"
"You'll like it this time," he promised. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Melissa gazed at his hard, throbbing cock. She thought of how it had looked going in and out of Pat's pussy. Pat had enjoyed it. But Melissa had never liked a cock. Fucking was painful. But then she had never really been hot before when a cock went into her cunt.
"No," Melissa said.
"Help me with her, Pat," David said.
Pat grasped Melissa's arms and forced her down to the grass. Pat lowered her head and drove her tongue inside Melissa's mouth. Melissa couldn't move. She felt herself responding to Pat's urgent tongue and Pat's big tits rubbing against her own.
"No!" she pleaded again, but weakly.
She felt David's hands forcing her legs apart. She couldn't see him, but she could imagine how he looked with his big red cock pointing at her cunt. His big cock had hurt her pussy before. She knew he was going to hurt her again.
"Please!"
A moment later she felt David's cock pressing at her cunt. She tried to roll away. But she couldn't. Pat's strong arms pinned her and David drove his cock into her cunt.
His cock didn't hurt. It was a new sensation. Melissa moved her ass. She was actually lunging up to meet his cock as she had seen Pat do.
"That's it, baby!" David moaned. "Now you're moving your ass!"
"I wish I had a cock," Pat whispered into Melissa's ear. "If I had a cock, I'd fuck your cunt."
The words turned Melissa on. Suddenly she didn't care if it was a man's cock inside of her cunt. She had never known that a cock could make her feel like this. She was feeling him deep in her cunt. She knew if she kept moving that he would soon be shooting his seed deep into her pussy. The thought had always disgusted her before. Now it seemed like she couldn't wait.
"Fuck me, David!" Melissa cried. "Fuck me!" Melissa couldn't help herself. It was different from sucking Pat's cunt, but it was just as exciting. She lifted her legs and locked them around David's back so that he plunged deeper into her cunt.
"God!" Pat said. "You've awakened the whore in our little girl."
"And I thought she was a bad fuck," David laughed. "Next thing she'll be sucking dicks."
Melissa pictured herself sucking David's cock. Last night it had been repulsive. But the way she was feeling right now, she was willing to take the entire length in her throat and swallow every bit.
She also had a sudden picture of what her husband would think if he saw her now, with her legs wrapped around the back of a stranger, fucking away. He would be shocked. Her husband thought the only way to fuck was in the dark and quickly. A few strokes and he was gone.
Nothing like this.
"Oh God!" Melissa cried as the fires began to build up in her. "It's never been like this!"
"He's got a good cock," Pat whispered in her ear. "A strong cock that stays hard and he's going to empty his balls in your cunt."
"Oh yes!" Melissa cried. "Empty it all in me!"
She felt a deep shudder build up in her cunt, and then she felt something she had never known before. The entire world seemed to shake. She felt David's cock jerking against her and she felt his warm liquid pour into her pussy.
He kept jerking and pouring great gobs of semen into her pussy, and she was lifting to meet every lunge. Suddenly David pulled his cock out of her and turned so that his prick was at Melissa's mouth. She sucked the head of his cock and drained the last of his come.
David gave a soft groan and fell away.
For a moment Melissa lay there. Then she quickly stood up. She ran from the yard and away from the sound of David and Pat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I need your help," David said.
Pat was playing with David's cock. Her huge tits were pressed against his chest.
"My help," Pat said, looking curiously at him. "What can I do besides what I'm already doing."
"I'm in trouble," David said. "This morning one of my girls was sucking my cock. She had just finished me off when your husband walked in. He thought it was disgusting, and the girl babbled out the blackmail scheme. The dear mayor has given me until Friday to leave town or he's going to expose me."
"And the husbands," Pat said. "They'd kill you if all of them found out."
"Yes," David agreed.
"But what can I do?"
"There must be something you know about him that I can use. If there's anything at all that'll keep him from exposing me. Something in his past. You know if he exposes me then a lot of people might also get into trouble."
"Like me?" Pat asked.
"Like you."
Pat thought for a moment. "There might be something. It would destroy his career, but he might just think that it would be worth it not to expose you. He's a stubborn man."
"What is it?"
"I'll get it. It's in the house."
Pat left and a moment later returned with an old newspaper. David opened it and read the story. It was dynamite. It seemed the mayor had once been involved with two little boys. He had put his hands on them. It had made a very ugly scandal in his old town.
"This is why we moved out here. He doesn't know I kept the article."
"But this is fantastic," David said. "With this, I can make the mayor jump to my tune."
"If it's that good," Pat purred softly as she began to fondle his prick once more. "Don't you think I deserve a little something."
"Yes," David said, "I think you do. You remember I told you that one day we'd teach the mayor how to eat pussy. Well today's the day."
* * *
Leslie Timms looked up from her typing as David and Pat entered the mayor's office. She looked at them with a puzzled expression.
"Mrs. Miller," Leslie said. "I didn't know you were coming in today."
"We have to see the mayor," David announced. "Hold all his calls."
Leslie started to protest, but they walked past her and into the mayor's office. He was sitting behind his big walnut desk talking on the phone. He looked at them angrily.
"Pat!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here? And what are you doing with this animal?"
"She's with me because she's one of my women, Mayor Miller," David said.
"One of your women!" Mayor Miller echoed. "Surely you can't mean-"
"Yes I do," David said. "I mean she sucks my prick and fucks just like Wanda. In fact, your wife sucks and fucks better than anyone I've got."
Mayor Miller screamed and jumped up from behind his desk. He swung a meaty hand at David's head, but David ducked and knocked the mayor on his butt.
"Now you stay there," David said. "And read this."
David dropped the paper into the mayor's lap. The mayor read the article and his face turned white. He looked from David to his wife in disbelief.
"You did this!" he said. "How could you?"
"She did it because you haven't been giving her the attention she needed," David said. "But we're going to remedy that."
"What do you mean?"
"Show him, Pat," David said.
Pat smiled wickedly at her husband. She took the hem of the short skirt and pulled it up to her navel. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Mayor Miller gasped.
"We're going to teach you to eat her pussy," David said. "So your wife won't have to go elsewhere to find her loving. She's going to get all she needs at home and any time she wants it."
"You!" Mayor Miller said angrily. "You-"
"Look," David said. "There's no sense in calling me names. Now the way I see it, you've got two choices. You can turn me in and ruin your life. Or you can do exactly what I say. I think you'll like what I have in mind."
Mayor Miller looked again at the yellowed article on his desk. "Well ...?"
"I'll do what you want," Mayor Miller said. "I have to. I can't leave this town and start somewhere else. I'm too old for that."
"Good," David said. "Take off your clothes, Pat. We're going to teach him how to do this right."
Pat stripped off her skirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Mayor Miller saw, with distaste, that there were marks of someone's lips on her tits.
He felt embarrassed for her and for himself. She didn't seem shy at all standing naked in front of David Marx. He wondered how many times she had already been naked with him.
"You sure had good taste marrying her," David said. "She's got the finest pair of tits and the best ass I've ever felt. And her cunt. God, you must have been crazy not to fuck her hot cunt more times than you have."
"Don't talk like that!" Mayor Miller said. "You're talking about my wife!"
"Damn right!" David said. "And I've come in her cunt and in her mouth. She's a sweet piece. But we're talking too much. Let's get to the action."
"Where do you want me?" Pat asked.
"On the desk," David said. "Get on the desk and spread your legs. So he can see your lovely blonde pussy."
Pat quickly cleared off the mayor's desk as he watched in astonishment. He was shocked as she climbed onto the desk and spread her legs. He could see her cunt. He watched as David positioned her the way he wanted. Twice David bent his head and kissed Pat's nipples. It made Mayor Miler angry, but he knew it was useless to protest.
"Now get over here," David said.
Mayor Miller walked closer to the desk.
"We're going to teach you to do things right," David said. "You start with her tits. They're sensitive and you have to treat them right. Kiss them!"
Mayor Miller started to protest, but he saw the look on David's face and knew that protesting would do no good. He kissed his wife's tits. He kissed the sides of the fleshy globes.
"You look like a mechanical man," David said. "Put some feeling into it! You can't get into tit-sucking unless you put some feeling into it."
Mayor Miller opened his mouth and sucked one of the huge nipples into his mouth. He had sucked his wife's tits before, but it had always seemed just a task to him. He had never really considered Pat receiving any satisfaction from the love game. After all, she was a woman, and women had different drives than men. But now his wife was squirming underneath him as if his mouth was really giving her the hots.
Suddenly the mayor was shocked. David was sucking on his wife's other tit.
He had never seen Pat get so turned on. She was moving underneath them like she was on fire. Mayor Miller's eyes widened as he saw his wife's hand snake down and find David's zipper. He saw her tug at the zipper. David's cock sprang out. .
Mayor Miller gasped. His wife began to gently massage the cock in her hand. Another man's cock! Her fingers played with it like she was used to it. Again the Mayor wondered how many times she had played with David's prick.
David drew away.
"All right," he said. "We've got her hot. Now we're going on to other things."
"Other things?" Mayor Miller asked. "Yes. Get around here."
Mayor Miller swallowed hard and walked around to where David stood. He was standing directly between his wife's legs. He could see her blonde cunt. He knew David could also see the revealing sight.
"Eat her!" David commanded. "What?"
"Eat her," David repeated. "Eat her pussy! Make her come in your mouth."
"I can't do anything like that," Mayor Miller said. "It's sickening!"
"You'll do it," David threatened. "Or I'll release that article and we'll all be in trouble."
The mayor reluctantly agreed. He took his wife by the thighs and bent down to her. He gave her pussy a little lick.
"I cleaned it up for you, honey," Pat said. "Now eat me good."
He bent, with a great reluctance, to his task. He knew that the quicker he made her come, the quicker they would be out of his office. Then he would have time to think. A little time to figure out what to do.
He kissed her creamy white thighs. He licked her pussy once more. She really didn't taste or smell bad. Not the way he had expected from all the ugly stories he had heard.
He slipped his tongue into the warmness of her cunt. David's hand came smashing into the back of his head and he was buried in the blonde thatch of her cunt. He had her juices up his nose and in his throat. He gagged and tried to breathe.
But David would not allow his head to come up for air. He went deeper into her cunt. She began to thrash about. He licked hard, knowing that the quicker he made her come, the quicker he would be free.
Suddenly the hand was gone from the back of his head. He could come up for air. He saw that David had moved to where his rock-hard cock was pointing directly at Pat's mouth. Surely he wasn't expecting her to suck it. But that was exactly what David was expecting. Mayor Miller was shocked as he watched his wife suck another man's prick deep into her throat.
Another hand came down to tug at his head, and he realized that Pat was urging him back to her pussy. He bent his head again, but he was still watching David's prick slipping into his wife's mouth.
The huge, red prick slid in and out of her mouth. David's hands were tangled in Pat's hair and pulling her back and forth on his prick. The mayor kept his sucking up as he watched.
But surely that was not his wife who was so gustily sucking a prick? That was something only whores did. But it was his wife! It was like something out of a bad dream. His wife began to fondle David's balls.
"That's it, baby!" David whispered. "Play with my balls while your husband watches and eats your pussy. Is he eating your pussy good, baby?"
Pat drew her head back. "He's got a lot to learn."
"Well, we'll teach him," David promised. "We'll make a grade-A pussy-eater out of him."
Pat laughed and sucked his monster prick back into her mouth again. She was more excited than she had ever been in her life. There had been so many times that she had been angry and frustrated at her husband. So many times when he had just emptied his seed into her cunt and then went downtown for a poker game or a business meeting. Now she was paying him back. She wondered why she had not done something like this a long time ago.
She reached down again to tug him deeper into her pussy. She was sorry now that she had cleaned her cunt up for him. She should have come to him with the sperm of another man still in her cunt. That would really have degraded him.
"Come on, pussy-eater," she said to her husband. She ran her tongue along David's prick to his balls. "Show me how you eat pussy!"
He couldn't believe that it was his wife doing and saying those things. But something was happening to him. He didn't understand it, but his prick was growing hard in his trousers. The sight of his wife sucking off another man was exciting him.
"Eat my pussy!" his wife kept demanding.
He was hard and excited and he began to eat her pussy with a new excitement. He buried himself in her warm muff, licking the insides of her cunt and playing with her clit. Pat became more excited.
"That's it, honey!" she cried. "Now you're getting into it."
He began to rub his prick. His cock was hard and uncomfortable in his trousers. He pulled down his zipper and jerked down his undershorts. His cock jumped forth.
"Look at that," David said. "You've got his prick hard. He must like to eat pussy."
Pat lifted her head from the attention she was giving David's cock. It was true. Her husband's usually limp cock was jutting forth straight and proud. She had never seen it so hard before.
"Oh, honey!" she cried. "Fuck me now! Fuck me while it's hard!"
Mayor Miller climbed up on the desk between his wife's legs.
"Keep eating him!" the Mayor pleaded. "I like to see you eat him."
Pat turned her head so that she could draw David's cock in her mouth once more. So this was what her husband liked. All those years and what he really wanted, what really turned him on, was to see her sucking off another man. Well, if that gave him pleasure, then she was going to be a real cocksucker from now on.
She gave a gasp as her husband plunged inside of her cunt. His cock had never felt so good before. Not even when they were first married. She hoped he would not just give a couple of strokes and be finished-but something told her that this time he was going to take her all the way.
One hand began to knead her tits and his other hand slipped beneath her ass. He drew her ass up so that his cock went deeper into her cunt.
She gasped. She began to lick and suck David's cock harder than before. She wanted to make him come. She wanted her husband to see the white gobs being poured down her throat. She knew that would turn him on more than anything.
"Jesus!" David cried. "You're going to make me shoot my wad!"
"Yes," the mayor panted. "Make him do it! Make him shoot his wad!"
Pat fingered David's balls. He began to grow in her mouth. She spread open his ass-cheeks and slipped one finger into his asshole.
"Jesus!" David cried out. "You're making me come! Squeeze my balls! Hard!"
Pat took his balls and squeezed them together. She could taste the first salty drops from his prick. She got ready for the eruption.
"No!" the mayor moaned. "Let him come on your tits! I want to see it on your tits!"
David laughed out loud. He hoped that Leslie could not hear them from the next office, but he was beyond caring if anyone heard them. He pulled his prick from her mouth and placed it between her tits.
Pat pushed her huge tits together and he began to tit-fuck her. Pat's tongue came out and touched the end of his prick.
David felt the passion build in him until he could no longer control it. He stood up tall so that the mayor could be sure to see his spurting prick. The first drops splashed against Pat's tits.
Mayor Miller kept lunging as he saw David's prick spurt out the creamy white gobs. He saw the rivers run down the sides of her tits. He saw her catch some of the salty drops in her mouth and suck them in.
He watched as other drops struck his wife on her nose, throat, eyelids, and even in her hair. He watched as his wife took some of the drops and began to rub them into her skin. "God!" the Mayor cried.
Nothing had ever excited him as much. He continued to ram his cock in between her shuddering thighs. Pat squirmed underneath the powerful impact of his hard cock. His prick was boiling. He had never felt his wife move beneath him as she was doing now.
David stepped back and watched them. His limp prick was hanging outside his trousers. He knew that he now had the mayor beneath his thumb. The mayor would never again be any kind of a threat to him.
"Oh!" Mayor Miller screamed. "I'm coming! My prick feels like it's on fire! God! I'm going to rip your insides out with my come! I'm going to shoot so hard you're going to feel it in your throat! Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOD!"
Pat felt his swollen prick empty its sweet nectar into her cunt. A moment later she felt the tingle that started in her cunt, and she knew she was also coming. She wrapped her legs around the Mayor so that his prick could not escape, and she drove herself at him.
"I'm coming with you!" Pat cried. "Oh, your hard prick is making me come with you! Oh, ram it to me! Give me every inch!"
Pat felt her juices flow hotly around his warm cock. She screamed at the pleasure his prick gave her. Perhaps too loudly. For at the moment of her climax, the door opened, and Leslie Timms stood there.
"Damn!" David said. "We just can't seem to keep doors closed around here today."
CHAPTER NINE
Melissa had a burning fire between her legs. She had tried to get her husband to quench it while he was home for dinner, but he had looked at her like she was crazy. After he had gone, she had practically run over to Pat Miller's house but Pat and David were gone.
What could she do? She had never been like this before. She couldn't control herself. She kept thinking of Pat's tits pressed against her own, and she also kept thinking of how David's cock had tasted. She had liked the taste.
She had also liked being fucked by a man.
It was a hard thing to admit to herself, but once she had admitted it, she knew she was going to do something about it. She knew she had to try something.
She dressed in her tightest skirt and blouse and drove to town. She parked her car on a side street and began to walk the sidewalks.
She went into a bar. She knew she looked out of place. There were only men in the bar. A few, big, tough-looking men dressed in heavy trousers and shirts. Some wore hard hats. They were heavily muscled and browned from the sun. They appeared to be construction workers. They looked at her curiously as she found a table. She knew they were undressing her with their eyes.
One of them was interested. He took his beer and walked over to her table.
"Hi," he said cheerily. He was in his thirties and he was good-looking. There were hard muscles underneath his tight shirt that made her knees shake.
"Hello."
"I haven't seen you in here before. Do you work around here?"
"Yes," she lied. "You want a beer?"
"Yes," she said. She really didn't want a beer, but she didn't know what else to do. She had never tried to pick up a man before. He was probably used to women who were quick and forward. She didn't want to take any chances.
She grimaced as she drank her beer.
"It's not really so bad," he said. "Once you get used to it."
Suddenly his hand was on her knee. There had been no warning. But the hand was quick and experienced. It ran up the side of her thigh and stopped at her panties. He began to gently rub her panties. Her pussy became wet.
"You don't usually come in here, do you?" He asked casually, taking a sip of his beer.
"No."
"I didn't think so. You're just out looking for a little fun. Well, you come to the right place. My name's Phil. What's yours?"
"Melissa."
"Melissa. It suits you. Do you like having your cunt played with, Melissa?"
She gasped and her face turned red. She wondered if any of the other construction workers could hear his question but she was afraid to look around.
She nodded.
"I thought you might. You've got that look in your eye. There's a room in back of this place. The owner lets us use it. The bed's not too clean, but it's comfortable. Are you ready to go?"
She was petrified. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she wasn't going to resist this handsome man. She nodded. It was the longest walk she ever made. He took her arm. She heard a couple of loud laughs.
"Hey, Phil," one man said loudly. "Don't wear it out. I want seconds."
"Thirds," another man said.
A hand reached out and brushed across her tits. The men knew why she was here. There was something that marked her as hot and willing.
She knew that David Marx had done something to her. He had awakened passions that she hadn't experienced before. She knew she wanted this man. She wanted to feel his hands on her tits and on her ass.
The room was small and dirty. There was only a bed and a chair.
"It's not much," Phil said, looking around, "but it'll do."
Looking at the filthy bedspread, Melissa didn't feel so hot. She suddenly wondered what she was doing here. It couldn't be her standing with this man. It couldn't be her that was feeling the man's hand resting on her ass, squeezing and pinching and taking every liberty with her body. It couldn't be her-but it was.
Melissa jerked away from his hand. "I don't think I can go on with you. This is all a mistake."
Phil caught her roughly by the arm. "You can't back out now. My cock's hot and ready. So get your clothes off. Me and you, baby."
"No." .
He struck her. It wasn't a very hard blow, but it sent her crashing to her knees. She looked up at him with dazed eyes.
"You be nice, baby," Phil said. "And I'll be nice to you."
Phil started to undress. He ripped off his shirt to reveal a broad and hairy chest. She could see the bulge in his trousers. Her eyes went wide with horror as he pulled his pants off. His thick shaft was pointing at the ceiling. His cock was twice the size of David's cock, and his balls looked like baseballs.
Phil hefted his cock proudly. "Nothing like it around. You ever seen anything like this one, baby?"
Melissa's fear dissipated. She was beginning to realize that she liked being knocked around. She liked a man who took complete control of her.
"Get over here," Phil demanded. "I want your lips on my cock."
Melissa put her lips on the head of Phil's cock. The taste was strong and manly. She sucked the head of his cock.
"Play with my balls!" Phil said.
Melissa fingered his heavy balls. She ran her tongue over his dick. She kissed his balls and ran her tongue up to the head of his cock again. She sucked his dick into her throat almost to the balls.
Strangely enough, she did not gag as she had before. She felt warm and excited. Phil grabbed her hair.
"That's it, whore!" he said. "That's the way I like it. Use your tongue a little more. Damn, you're a good cocksucker!"
Melissa felt elated. Nobody had ever told her she was good at anything before. Now this beautiful hunk of flesh was telling her that she had a good mouth. She gobbled up more of his cock. She looked up at him with a hurt expression when he forced her head away from his cock.
"That's enough," he said. "In a minute I'll shoot off in your mouth!"
She tried to gobble up his cock again, but he forced her head back. "Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to suck my come and swallow it? Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" she pleaded.
"I'd like that. But right now take your clothes off. I want to see what else you have to offer. So strip, cunt!"
On her knees, Melissa began to disrobe. She quickly took off her blouse and her bra. She saw him looking at her tits. She finished stripping off the rest of her clothes.
"Well, you don't have much," Phil said. "But you sure as hell can suck a cock. I hope you can fuck as good. I always heard a skinny-assed woman could fuck like no other."
Melissa went back to sucking on his cock until she tasted the first drop of his salty jism. His hands went under ass and he lifted her. He walked over to the bed. He dropped her there and spread her legs wide so that he could look at her cunt.
"Not bad," he said.
He settled down between her legs and let his huge cock slide in easily. Melissa had never felt so filled by anything. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed and he pushed her farther up so that her head rested against the head of the bed.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby!" he said. "Now I'm going to fill your tight cunt with my come."
"Oh yes!" she said. "Please!"
He began to fuck her with easy strokes. Each time Melissa felt as if her cunt were going to catch on fire. Melissa came quickly and Phil was surprised.
"God!" he said. "You're one hot little cunt!"
He drove his prick into her cunt. The fire started in her pussy again. She rose to meet his every lunge and her tits rubbed against his massive chest. She felt his cock grow inside her.
"Oh fuck!" he said. "I'm coming! I'm going to blow your head off, cunt! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
She felt his prick start to jerk, and then the warm jism splattered in her cunt. She lifted her ass so that she could get his prick inside her. It was like liquid fire.
"God!" he said. "That was good."
He rolled off her. She watched him with dazed eyes as he put on his clothes. She knew she should get up. She knew she should be getting out of this place, but somehow she didn't have the energy. She closed her eyes. She heard the door close.
She could feel his warm stickiness between her thighs and she closed them tightly together. God, he had been good. His cock had been long, hard and satisfying.
She heard the door open, and she jumped up in surprise. She had almost forgotten where she was. There were two men standing there, and they were licking their lips hungrily. Behind them, she could see other men standing in line.
"No!" she said.
She tried to gather up some bedclothes to hide her body but nothing seemed to cover up all of her at the same time. She looked frantically around for her clothes.
"It's all right, sweets," one of the men at the door said. "We've closed up the place. There's nobody here but us customers."
"She sure don't look like much," the other man said. "Her tits would hardly make a good mouthful."
"But Phil says she's a good fuck," the first man said, "And Phil never lies."
Melissa looked around in horror. There must have been at least ten men standing in line. Surely all those men couldn't expect her to fuck them.
"No," she said. "I'm leaving."
"That's what you think," the first man said.
He unbuckled his belt and drew it out from his pant loops. Melissa watched in fascinated horror.
"Sometimes when the wife starts acting up," he said, "I have to teach her some manners. There's nothing worse than an uppity cunt."
Melissa jumped as the belt swung at her. It missed her by bare inches. As he approached, she jumped from the bed and tried to press herself into one corner.
The man stood before her. "You going to do like I say?"
"No," she said. "Not all of you! I can't!"
The belt swung out in an arc and struck her across the face. It stung like fire and left a bright red mark. The man caught her by the arm. He pulled her across the bed. She tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He bent her so that her ass was sticking up in the air.
"Hold her hands, Sammy," the man said.
The other man quickly grabbed her. Other men crowded into the room. She looked into their faces hoping for some sign of compassion. But they were like animals. They licked their lips and watched with hungry eyes.
The belt swung again and smacked against her ass. She screamed. Again the belt came down. Again and again.
Finally it stopped. "You ready to do as I say?"
Melissa tasted salty tears as she nodded. Nothing could be as bad as the belt. Nothing. But she knew she was only fooling herself.
The animal faces of the men were exciting her. The feeling of being completely at their mercy. Of knowing that they were all going to have her any way they desired.
She looked up at the man who had been whipping her. His trousers dropped around his knees. His prick was standing hard and ready. "You ever had it in the ass, baby?"
"No!" she said.
She wanted to scream with fear as he lowered himself so that his hard prick was pointing at her ass. But she knew there would be no mercy from him.
She fought back the tears as he brutally entered her rectum. She had never known so much pain. She could hear him breathing heavily as he pumped into her ass. i
"God!" the man cried. "So tight. I've never felt anything so good."
Melissa began to feel the motion. Her fires were beginning to bubble and she began to move her ass to meet the man's cock. This was another thing nobody had ever done to her, and it really made her feel degraded. But being degraded was what she wanted. She knew that now. She loved to be beaten and commanded.
The man holding her let go of her hands. She watched as he unbuckled his trousers. His prick was small but hard. He climbed up on the bed so that it was even with her mouth.
"Give me a blow, baby," he said. "My wife won't suck me. But you will. You want my thing in my mouth. You want to suck my come!"
She sucked his cock. He quickly drove it into her throat to his balls. She almost swallowing his entire prick.
"Dear God!" the man cried. "Would you look at this? She's got my whole cock in her mouth!"
Men were crowding around the bed. She could see that some of them had taken their cocks out of their trousers and were stroking them. She had never seen so many different shapes and sizes. She had never realized how different pricks were.
"Oh!" the man fucking her ass cried out. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He pumped her ass full of his jism and fell away. Immediately another man took his place. This time she felt a slender cock sliding into her cunt.
This time the man knew what he was doing. It wasn't just in and out. He rolled his cock against her cunt walls and Melissa moved to help him. The man was experienced and wise. He would bring Melissa almost to the edge and then he would stop fucking. A moment later he would begin to build her up again.
She tried to turn her head so that she could see the man's face but she couldn't. The man in front of her grabbed her hair and drove her down on his cock.
"Don't stop, baby!" he cried. "I can feel it coming!"
She started to withdraw her head as she felt the first drop of his come. He would not allow that. His fingers twisted in her short hair.
"No, you don't," he said. "You're going to swallow it all. Every last drop!"
There was laughter around the bed as the man's hips began jerking wildly.
"Poor Sammy! He never got a mouth-fucking like that at home. He's probably been saving it for years."
Melissa felt the prick jerk and the man began to spurt into her mouth. She gagged at first, but then she quickly learned to swallow. She swallowed every drop.
"Would you look at that!" someone said. "She's taking it all! I can't wait until I get my prick in that mouth."
"Lay her down on the bed," someone else said. "That way three of us can go at once."
Melissa wondered what they meant.
They stretched her out on her side. One man filled her mouth again. Another slipped his cock into her ass.
Three cocks began pumping away furiously at her. Melissa was racked by orgasm after orgasm. Hot, creamy come filled every orifice. She couldn't get enough.
One man would stop only to be replaced by another prick. She felt come dripping down the sides of her tits in rivers. One man stood over her and she jerked him off. He came into her hair and face.
She didn't know how long it lasted. It seemed like hours. Finally there were no more cocks. She lay exhausted on the bed. The door closed. She looked around her. The room was empty and quiet.
Slowly, painfully she began to gather up her clothes. She looked in the mirror on the wall. Her face and body was covered with streaks of white. She used the bedspread to clean up.
She looked at if she had just been fucked by twenty men. The fires inside her were dulled. But she knew, without knowing why, that they would come back. They would keep coming back for the rest of her life.
She dressed hurriedly and left the room. There were men drinking at the tables. Nobody looked at her. She was halfway across the room before strong arms reached out and grabbed her thigh.
A man offered a beer. The man looked familiar.
"Sit down," he said.
"No," she answered him. "I have to get out of here."
"Sit down." His voice was rough, commanding, and she could not refuse him.
She sat down across from the man.
He smiled at her. "Do you do this sort of thing often? Or is this just a one-time thing?"
"Just one time," she nodded. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You didn't look like the type," he said. "But that's no matter. What I wanted to talk to you about is this. I want you to go to work for me."
"To work?"
"Sure. I have a half-dozen girls who work for me. They bring home lots of money each week. I'm not your usual pimp. I don't take everything the girls make."
"Pimp!" she said, astonished. "But I'm not-I'm not like that."
He slapped her briskly across the face. "You are like that! You're a hot little whore and you might as well get paid for it. I know your type. I see them all the time. You want a little fun. Your pussy aches for different cocks. I can give you those cocks, and you don't have to work so hard for them. And you'll make a little money besides."
She wanted to get up. She wanted to throw beer in the ugly man's face and leave the place. But she knew she wouldn't. Her knees felt weak and excited at his offer.
This man was actually giving her what she wanted. She would allow him to be her pimp. She knew that this was what she had wanted all her life.
"I'll do it," she said. "You'll do what?"
"I'll fuck for you. I'll do whatever you say."
He smiled again. Under the table he took her hand and placed it on his cock. He had unzipped his trousers and his prick was sticking out. He pressed her fingers down on his cock.
"Get on your knees," he said. "Just a little something to cement the deal."
She dropped to her knees underneath the table. She heard a. few catcalls and laughter from the men, but she didn't care. Her only concern was the cock in her hand. She began to stroke it until it reached its full height.
"Make me happy, whore! Make it feel good."
Whore. The word excited her. Whore was what she was. She licked the head of his prick and ran her tongue down the side of it to his balls. She sucked each ball gently into her mouth. She rolled it beneath her tongue, and he began to squirm.
"Jesus," he cried. "That feels good."
She laughed with delight. She enveloped his cock with her mouth almost to his balls. She began to bob her head up and down while she rubbed his balls.
She hefted his balls. She kissed the tiny opening in the head of his prick and then moved her head downward again.
The prick grew in her mouth. She knew he was about to come. She didn't draw back. She caught his entire load deep in her throat. She didn't spill a drop. She drank it down like nectar until there was nothing more to come.
"You're going to make a fine whore," the man sighed as he buckled up his trousers.
And Melissa nodded. She knew what he said was true.
CHAPTER TEN
Leslie Timms stood in the door to the mayor's office for a long time without saying a word. Mayor Miller had jumped up quickly, buckling up his trousers. Pat made no move to cover herself. Neither did David Marx. His limp cock still hung outside his trousers.
"I can explain this," Mayor Miller was saying. "I know what you must be thinking, but-"
"There's no need to explain," Leslie Timms said. "It's perfectly obvious. I'm sorry to interrupt. But when I heard her scream, I thought something awful was happening. I see that it wasn't so awful."
"No," Pat said. "It wasn't awful at all." With her toe she played with David Marx's cock.
"Stop that," Mayor Miller said. "Can't you stop that for a moment?"
"Why?" Pat asked. "Miss Timms has seen a cock before. At least I hope she has." Pat turned to look. "You have seen a cock before, haven't you?"
"Yes," Leslie said. "But I must admit I like that one."
"You do?" David was surprised.
"Of course. I've always admired you, David. I always wondered why you never asked me out. Now I guess I know. You were just too busy."
"This is all very embarrassing," Mayor Miller said.
"It should be," Leslie said. "Why don't you people learn to lock a door? It's really very simple. You just turn the lock." Leslie turned the lock. "Now nobody can walk in like I did. One must be careful."
Leslie began to undo her white frilly blouse. Her pale-blue bra was visible.
"Leslie," Mayor Miller said, shocked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting undressed, of course. Unless I'm not invited to your little party."
"Of course you're invited," David said. His face was registering shock and surprise but also anticipation and excitement. "I just wish you'd come earlier. Now."
He pointed downward to his limp cock.
"We'll soon take care of that," Leslie smiled. In her smile was the wicked promise of many things to come.
"But we're not having a party," Mayor Miller protested. "We weren't having a party."
"Shut up, husband," Pat said. Her eyes were glued to Leslie as she finished unbuttoning the blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders.
Leslie arched her back as she reached behind to unhook her bra. The pale-blue bra fell away. Her creamy-white tits were revealed for all their eyes to drink in.
"God!" David said.
"They're beautiful!" Pat said.
Leslie's tits were not as large as Pat's, but the nipples were large and a rosy-red color. Both nipples were hard.
David grinned. "You've got a fine pair there."
"You really think so?" Leslie said, arching her back once more. "I suppose they're tiny-looking compared to Pat's. I've always admired Pat's tits. I've often wondered if they were real. I'm glad they are."
"Mine are big," Pat agreed, "but yours are beautiful."
"But how about the rest of the merchandise?" David asked.
Leslie slipped her skirt off. She wore a half-slip that soon followed her dress to the floor. She wore pale-blue panties and heels.
David felt his throat becoming dry. His palms were also sweaty. He knew he would have to be very careful with Leslie. There was something innocent and wicked about her at the same time. She was the kind of girl that men gave up their freedom for.
"Well?" Leslie asked. "How about the rest of the merchandise?"
Mayor Miller voiced David's true feelings. "I want to eat you," the mayor said. "I've got to eat your pussy."
"You start him eating pussy and he goes wild," Pat said.
There was something about Leslie that was getting to all of them. Even the mayor was forgetting that he was the mayor.
"I think that can be arranged," Leslie said. She rolled her panties down her firm legs and kicked them off. She still wore her heels. The Mayor came crawling across the floor like a puppy until he was just below her.
"Go ahead," Leslie smiled. "Eat it up."
The mayor buried his face in her raven-haired pussy.
"Be gentle," Leslie said. "Don't get carried away. Eat it gently."
She smiled at them as the mayor followed her instructions. A dreamy smile came over her face.
"Ummm," Leslie said. "I like that. It's a shame you didn't eat me before. I like to have my cunt eaten."
David looked down at his cock. Somehow it had grown hard again, jutting through his trousers like a spear ready to do battle. He saw that Pat had buried her hands in her own cunt and was moving a finger in and out.
"God!" David said.
He stripped off his trousers quickly and his shirt followed. Leslie was smiling at him. He was feeling things he had never felt before. It wasn't like he wanted to conquer Leslie. To use her like he used the rest of his women. It was almost like he wanted to take the mayor's place and do just what she instructed him to do.
He told himself that it was impossible for him to feel that way. He had always gotten his kicks by humiliating women. It was the only way he could be really satisfied with a woman. But there was something different about Leslie.
He felt a hand on his cock and he looked down to see Pat's fingers gently stroking him. It felt good. He looked back at Leslie. And she would feel good too. Once he drove his prick into her cunt, she would belong to him.
He jerked his cock away from Pat's hand and he strode over to Leslie. He knocked the mayor away and he pulled Leslie into his arms. He kissed her. Her lips were a burning, devouring flame that seemed to consume him.
He opened his mouth and took her tongue inside. He brought his hand up to stroke her tit. It felt good in his hand. The nipple was hard.
"I want to fuck you," he said, looking at her. "I'm going to fuck you."
"Surely, David," she said, her eyes laughing at him. "If it's what you want. I've heard about you. You always get what you want from your woman, don't you?"
"Always," he said roughly.
"Then fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me as long as you can."
She was playing the game with him. Well, he would show her. He would master her body and then he would master her mind. She would be just like Pat. In a moment she would be squirming underneath him.
He pushed her down to the floor. He looked over to see Pat sucking on her husband's cock. Both of them were watching him and Leslie.
Well, if they wanted a show, David thought, he would give them a show. He began using all of his tricks on Leslie. He sucked her sweet-tasting tits, fondling and stroking her thigh.
He kissed her stomach and her thighs and her knees. He fondled her nipples. He drove his tongue deep into her throat. Finally he drove his tongue deep into Leslie's pussy. He found her clit and began to gently massage it.
He moved back up to her navel and then back to her raven-haired pussy once more. She tasted better than any pussy he had ever eaten. Her cunt had a strong womanly aroma but clean and fresh.
He massaged her tits as he ate her pussy. She was hot and her juices tasted good. Her ass moved up to meet him. But she had not lost complete control of herself.
Every time he looked up, he found her green eyes looking at him with laughter. It was as if she knew what he was trying to do. She was letting herself enjoy his administrations, but she was not going to lose complete control.
"That feels good," she said softly. "Do me good, David. It feels so good."
Pat finished off the mayor. David heard a groan, and he looked over to see the mayor feeding his cock deep into Pat's mouth. David could tell that Pat was swallowing each spurt of the mayor's come. The mayor sank back onto the carpeted floor exhausted. Twice in one day was more than enough for him.
Pat crawled across the floor until she captured one of Leslie's nipples with her mouth.
David went back to Leslie's pussy. He knew that he would have her now. With Pat's mouth sucking on Leslie's tits and his mouth on her pussy, Leslie would not stand a chance. Soon she would be begging for release. David knew he had her now.
"Good," Leslie purred softly. "It feels good. I like having you suck and eat me."
Her soft hands came down to play in Pat's hair. Pat began rubbing her tits against Leslie as she sucked. Leslie played with Pat's tits. Leslie rolled a nipple beneath her fingers.
"Your tits are so big," Leslie said. "I wish mine were as big."
"Yours are fine," Pat said.
"They're nice, but I've seen the way men look at you. One look and they're hungry for your tits. Their cocks get hard and their lips start to drool. I've seen the way they look. They'd give a million dollars to exchange places with me right now."
"They don't know what they're missing," Pat said. "Your tits aren't as big, but they taste wonderful."
"It feels so good," Leslie said. "All of you sucking and eating me. David's tongue feels good. He's a good pussy-eater. Eat me all up, David."
David could wait no longer. He wanted to hear Leslie begging for his cock, but that would have to wait. Right now he had to get his throbbing cock into her warm cunt.
He crawled up her soft body and kissed her mouth. His throbbing prick was right at her pussy-lips. He pushed. Leslie pushed her pussy up off the floor and David slid into her cunt. He groaned. So tight and warm. Like a young girl's pussy.
He looked into her face. She was still laughing at him. It made him angry. He began to drive his hard prick into her. She moaned and yelled, but the green eyes still had laughter.
The tension was building in his balls. He groaned. It was as if he hadn't had pussy in a week. He couldn't wait. Leslie was just too much for him.
He felt his prick jump as he shot his load into Leslie's cunt. She kept moving underneath him as she drained him dry of every last drop. He fell, exhausted, on top of her.
Slowly Leslie pushed him away. She stood up and began to gather up her clothes. David could hardly move. He only knew that Leslie had not been satisfied.
He looked up into her laughing green eyes once again as Leslie finished buttoning her blouse.
"And I thought you were supposed to be something," Leslie said, looking at him with a slight sneer. "I guess you just can't believe everything you hear."
David was looking up at the ceiling when he heard the office door close behind her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Things were going great for David. The mayor had promised to keep his knowledge a secret. He had all the women he wanted.
But he was troubled. He couldn't get Leslie out of his mind. For the first time in his life he had not been able to satisfy a woman. And she had left him in scorn. That was almost too much for him to bear.
He drove out to Wanda Hammond's house that afternoon, hoping to get the edge off his prick. The house was silent. He walked up the front door and knocked. Wanda came from the kitchen with an apron wrapped around her. She was not wearing a bra underneath her blouse. Her firm tits jiggled excitingly.
"You," she said.
"I came to tell you that there's nothing to worry about. The mayor won't be telling anyone about my little blackmail operation. It seems the mayor had second thoughts."
She frowned. "So you've got him too."
"It looks like it," David agreed. "Where's your husband? Doesn't he come home in the afternoon?"
"Yes, and he'll be here soon," Wanda said. "So we don't have time to do anything about that wicked look in your eye."
"Then we'll make time," David said. "I need you."
"Christ," she said angrily. "I told you we can't. My husband will be home at any time."
"Then we'd better get started," David said.
Wanda looked at him angrily, but she nodded. She opened the door and he squeezed past her into the living room. He brought his hand up to squeeze her breasts.
Despite her misgivings Wanda pushed her luscious tits against his hand. David quickly slipped his hands underneath her blouse and slid them up her bare skin to her firm and luscious mounds. He squeezed them hard.
Wanda moaned. He teased her nipple with his thumb.
"Oh," she said. "The couch. Let's get on the couch!" Quickly Wanda stripped off her blouse. She pushed one of her nipples toward David's mouth. David sucked it in as they fell onto the couch.
He teased her rosy red nipple with his tongue. He kneaded and sucked the flesh into his mouth. He bent his head to the other nipple. He gave it the same treatment. Both Wanda's nipples stood up rock-hard.
"And you didn't want me," David chided gently. "I think your tits are giving you away."
"Damn you!" Wanda moaned. Her nimble fingers slipped between them and found the zipper on his trousers. Quickly she released his prick.
"I've got to have you, David!" Wanda moaned. "Please fuck me. Fuck me now! Don't wait! I've got to have your hard cock up my pussy."
David slipped his hands beneath her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. He pulled the skirt up to her navel. Her hips were already moving, as if begging him to stick in his cock.
She didn't have to beg him for long. He pulled down his trousers and went after her pussy like a bull in heat. He rammed her deeply and she moaned.
"Oh yes!" she cried. "That's the way to give it to me! Give me all your cock! Treat me like a whore! Like your whore! Drive it in me, David! Give me every inch! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He slipped his hands beneath her ass. He was getting in deeper with each stroke.
Wanda was going crazy. Her ass was moving about like she was sitting on hot coals. David moved one hand up to squeeze her tits.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me! Please!"
He gave her all he had. He drove himself into her cunt and she came up to meet him. He felt her warm cunt-juices. Her insides seemed to be squeezing his prick tightly. He felt his balls begin to tingle.
"Now, Wanda!" he cried. "Come now! Come with me! We'll come together!"
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"
She shuddered and his prick jumped and he felt the delicious sensation of his come pouring into her insides. He lifted himself and looked into her face.
She had been good, but she had been lacking something. That something was what Leslie had. He suddenly knew that all other women were going to be dull compared to Leslie.
She licked his prick clean before he stuffed it back into his trousers.
"That was nice," Wanda moaned.
* * *
David drove home. His apartment seemed empty. There was a dull ache in his balls. Wanda hadn't helped much. What he needed was Leslie and he needed her bad.
He called the mayor's office, but everyone was already gone. He looked up Leslie Timms' phone number and called her.
A sleepy voice answered.
"Leslie, this is David Marx. I have to see you, Leslie."
"What on earth for?" Leslie asked. "I thought we had already done enough to each other. Or are your other women all sick today or something?"
"They're not sick, Leslie. I just have to see you. Can't I come over? We can talk or something."
David was trying to sound cool, but his voice came out sounding as if he were pleading. He didn't want to plead with Leslie. He wanted to knock her around as he had his other women. He wanted to have her at his mercy, but all he could do was plead.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about," Leslie said. "But you can come over. If you promise not to waste my time."
David's cock was throbbing as he drove toward Leslie's house. He knew that this time he would not fail. He would make Leslie beg for his cock.
David rang the doorbell. He felt trembly inside and he cursed himself. He had never before felt anything like this before.
There was something about Leslie. He knew he had to fuck her out of his system or he'd never be the same again.
Leslie opened the door. She was breathtaking. She wore a bright-red gown that swept down and touched the floor. David could see the top of her creamy-white breasts peeking out from under the gown. He wanted to bury his face between her tits, but he controlled his impulse. "Come in, David."
He followed her into the living room. The ache in his balls became unbearable as he looked at Leslie.
"Sit down," Leslie said. "Would you like a drink?"
David nodded. She mixed him a Scotch.
"How'd you know I like scotch?" he asked.
"Dear David," Leslie laughed. "I know all about you. All that's worth knowing. At least I thought I did. But I must admit that you were a disappointment to me yesterday."
"Disappointment?"
"Yes. I had heard so much about your exploits. I thought you were really something. But you just proved yourself to be like other men."
"But I'm not!" David protested.
"You'll have to prove that," she said, looking directly at him.
"I can," David whispered.
He moved toward her on the couch, but she laughingly moved out of his way. He grabbed for her. She slapped him hard across the face.
"Don't be so grabby," she said. "I don't like grabby men. I like things nice and easy."
"I want you," David panted. "I wanted you from the first moment I ever saw you. My balls ache for you. I need you so bad."
"Quit begging," Leslie said. "I thought you were a man."
She was laughing at him, but David didn't care. He didn't care what happened to him as long as he could be near Leslie.
David reached again for her robe, but she slapped his hand away. There was fire in her green eyes. "I told you not to be grabby! We'll do things my way."
"No," David protested. "Mine."
This time he grabbed her arm. He drew her to him and his mouth crushed down on hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her tit.
Again she pulled out of his grasp and slapped his face.
He was mad beyond all reason. He took the top of her robe and ripped it down. Her beautiful white tits were exposed and he began to nuzzle them greedily. This time she did not pull away.
He ripped the gown away from her. For the second time she took his breath away. There was something wild and innocent about Leslie's creamy-white flesh, something that made a man want to protect her and rape her at the same time.
He forced her toward the couch. She bit him on the shoulder and he yelped. He struck her and her blow came back quickly. He nuzzled her tits. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head away. He tried to kiss her throat, her shoulders, her cheeks, and her magnificent tits.
"Stop it!" she said coldly. "Control yourself, David. It won't be any fun for you. I can promise you that."
"It'll be fun," he panted. "I'll show you how fun it'll be."
He pushed her backward on the couch. Quickly he unzipped his trousers. He dropped down between her legs.
She didn't fight him. He forced her to open her thighs so that his cock was ready to fuck her pussy. In another moment he would have been inside her.
But at that moment he looked at her face. She was feeling nothing, doing nothing. He knew he could have her. He could fuck her, but she would remain stone-cold for him. There was nothing he could do that would move her to passion. To have Leslie, he would have to do her bidding.
Disgusted he stood up. Slowly he buckled up his trousers.
"Bitch!" he spat. "You bitch!"
"It would be easier on you if you'd just give in and admit you want to do things my way," Leslie purred. "You're really not such a big, tough man. You're just a little boy."
"Bitch!" He went storming out the door and he let it slam hard behind him. But he heard the soft laughter of her voice.
"You'll be back, David. You'll be back."
David was mad as hell. His cock throbbed for release. Leslie was driving him up a wall. He wanted her, but he was afraid of her. He had the feeling that taking her on her terms would mean the end of his free life.
Well, he would not have that. No woman was going to make him give up all the good things he had worked for. He kept thinking of her as he drove.
God, he was hard. He should have fucked her anyway. He should have driven his cock in up to her eyeballs. But he knew he couldn't have done that.
But he had to have a woman. He released his prick from the tight confines of his trousers and began to stroke it. He had to fuck a woman or he'd go crazy.
It was then he spotted Pat Miller walking up the street. She had on a loose red skirt that reminded David of the robe he had just ripped off Leslie.
He turned his car into an alley and stopped. He didn't have time for small talk. He got out of his car and took Pat's arm roughly.
He pulled her through the alley and around a corner. He pushed her against the wall.
"David!" she said. "What are you doing? I'm supposed to meet my husband in a few minutes."
She gasped as his hands slipped under her panties. David gave a jerk and the panties tore away. He raised her red skirt.
"Damn," he said. "Open your legs."
Pat did as she was told. His prick was already rigid. She gasped as he plunged inside her. He began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. Her ass was rubbing against the stone wall and he knew he was hurting her, but he didn't care. He had to have release.
Pat was beginning to feel his urgency. She began to move her ass against the stiffness of his prick and she moaned. She pulled him to her tightly.
"God!" she said. "It's so hard! Harder than ever! Oh give it to me! Give it to me good! Fill me with your come! Fuck me, David! Fuck me!"
David was fucking her like she asked, but it wasn't Pat he was fucking. It was Leslie who was begging for it. Leslie, whose ass was rubbing raw against the stone wall. Leslie, who couldn't wait to feel his seed pouring into her.
Pat lifted her legs and wrapped them against the small of David's back. She was softly moaning as his slippery cock worked in and out of her cunt.
Finally she was there, and she lunged down hard on his cock.
"God," she cried. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
David let his seed go and it was into Leslie that his spurting cock was pouring out its liquid fire. Pat rode him until his cock was drained dry.
David let her down easy. Pat looked at him with a curious expression.
"That was a good load," she said. "But I don't think it was meant for me."
"No," he admitted sadly. "It wasn't."
Pat touched his cheek. "David, you've done a lot for me and my husband. I know how to turn him on now. Our love is going to be a lot better. But I'm not Leslie. You're welcome anytime you want to dip your wick but Leslie's the one you really want. Get her out of your system."
With a grimace at her ruined panties and a rub of her sore ass, Pat walked out of the alley. David knew she was right. He had poured his come into Pat, but he was still not satisfied. He wanted Leslie.
CHAPTER TWELVE
David kept trying. For the next two weeks he did every kind of fucking and sucking that was possible. He had a new girl in his bed every night. But each time, as he neared the moment of climax, each time as he pumped his come into a mouth, cunt, or ass he imagined he was pumping his come into Leslie.
He couldn't forget her. He called her again.
"Hello, David," she said. "I'd been expecting you to call. Are you ready to do things my way?"
"Yes," David whispered softly.
"Then come on over," she said. "And, David?"
"Yes."
"Bring your little file box. You know the one I mean. The one with all the pictures of your women. You won't be needing it any more."
David sat in his dark room for a long time. Then, with a sigh, he took out the file box she had mentioned. He had a momentary thought of taking the pictures out, or at least some of them, but he knew he couldn't do that.
She would, somehow, know he was lying.
He drove slowly to her house. This time she met him at the door with a black nightgown on. It was lower cut than the other one and it was slit up the side. He could see the creamy white of her thighs and her black panties as he followed her into the living room.
"Be a dear," she said, "and build a fire. The evening gets so chilly sometimes."
She sat down on the edge of the couch. The black gown slid up her knees and he reached out to touch one soft knee. She pushed his hand away and straightened the gown.
"Do what I tell you."
David built a warm fire in her stone fireplace. When he had finished, she had him make her a drink. He also made one for himself. Strong Scotch. He had a feeling he would need its strength before the night was over.
"Give me your file, David," she demanded. "You did bring it."
He nodded and took the slender box from beneath his coat and handed it to her. She took it as if it belonged to her, as if she had never any doubt that he would bring it.
She opened the box and took out a group of the pictures. They were of Wanda Hammond and the two little boys.
"Poor Wanda," Leslie murmured. "I bet she went through hell because of these pictures. Well, she doesn't have to worry any more does she, David?"
Leslie dropped the pictures into the fire. She studied each one before she dropped them.
David stood beside her as she went through the rest of the box. After careful examination, each picture went into the fire.
With each picture Leslie gave a gasp of surprise. "Damn," she said, as the last picture became a crinkly black ash in the fireplace. "You must have had half the town in that box."
"More than that."
"Well, no more," she smiled. "From now on, it's just me and you, David. Of course I may bring men in from time to time when I tire of you. But I'll cut you off if you so much as touch another woman after tonight. Do you understand?"
David wanted to turn and leave. But he knew he would not leave. He knew he would never leave. Leslie was satisfaction itself, and he knew that the more he got of her, the more he would want. "I understand," David said. "Good," Leslie said. She stretched out on the couch, her white thighs flickering against the firelight. "Kiss me, David."
David bent to kiss her lips, but she turned her head. "Not on the lips, David. You know where I want to be kissed. And I want it nice and easy."
David sank down to his knees. He found the junction between her thighs with his lips and began to kiss her through the soft fabric of her panties.
"Ahh," she said, drinking from her glass. "That's it, baby. But all those clothes are stopping me from really enjoying it."
David quickly stood up and stripped off his clothes. His cock was stiff and ready, but he knew he was not going to fuck until she told him to.
He bent again to her pussy. With his teeth, he took some of the fabric and began to pull it down her legs. Her panties were easy to pull off. She lifted her legs for him and he dropped them to the floor.
He lifted the folds of her gown and buried his face in her cunt. Her pussy was" a thousand delights. She tasted like pure woman.
His tongue slipped inside the folds of her pussy and he heard her gasp. His teeth found her clit. He began to gently massage it with his teeth and tongue.
"That's it, baby!" she said. "That's the way to eat my pussy!"
He drove his face into her cunt. He wanted to be surrounded by pussy. He looked up to see that Leslie had opened her robe and was massaging her tits.
"Please," he said. "Let me fuck you."
She smiled at him. She reached down and fondled his balls and then she drew him up beside her.
"Of course you can."
He drove his prick into her cunt and this time she wasn't dead underneath him. She moved like a wildcat. It seemed to him that his cock was experiencing new and wild sensations. He fondled her tits and he clutched at her ass.
She was laughing, but this time she wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing at the pure joy of her sex act, and her ass came off the couch to meet every stroke and to capture his come deep inside her warm and willing cunt. He spurted into her pussy until he thought he was going to die, then he collapsed on top of her hot, soft tits.
He felt her hands playing in his hair.
"I think I'm going to enjoy having you around," she said softly. "I really do."
And David looked up into her mocking green eyes, and he knew he was going to be around her for a long, long time.
