When the elevator door opened and Jackie Post saw the one man standing inside, she was a bit hesitant about stepping in. The man looked rather ominous in his long grey trench coat and his wide brimmed hat.
In fact, when he smiled at her, that was about all she could make out of his face. The rest was hidden in the shadow cast by his hat.
"Going up?" he asked her.
Jackie shrugged her shoulders and stepped inside. It was ridiculous not to step in, she thought. I'm only taking it up three floors. What the fuck can happen?
As the doors closed, she glanced up at her reflection in the corner mirror. It was a round mirror, and as she smiled at herself, she patted her shoulder-length straight black hair into place. She had just had it cut that day, and she thought it looked fabulous. Now all she needed was a new hat to complete her look, and she was going to get that hat on the fifth floor of the department store.
For a second, she thought that the man in the hat was smiling at her. She could see his reflection in the mirror, but she tried to pay no attention to him.
Then, suddenly, the elevator jerked. She thought that something terrible was going to happen, but when she looked over, she saw that the man had his finger on the 'emergency stop' button. Once pressed in, it stayed that way.
"What are you doing?" Jackie asked.
And then, the man attacked her. He slapped her across the face and started to rip at her blouse and bra. When he pulled the bra below her tits, he fingered her brown nipples.
She tried to hit him with her-bag, but he slapped her across the face, hard, knocking all the energy out of her.
He pushed her over near the wall, face forward, then started pulling her skirt down. As he did, she felt him rubbing his hands over her pantied ass, but the panties didn't stay up for too long. He literally ripped them off.
He was pressing his weight against her body, and she hardly had room to breathe. Then, she felt him opening his coat. As she turned to look, she could see that he was naked underneath. His cock, surrounded by a thick patch of brown hair, was hard as rock.
He pried it between her buttocks, and she resigned herself to the rape. There was no way out. She spread her legs more, preparing for his cunt entry.
However, when he started to rub his cock head against her asshole, she knew that was the way he wanted it. She opened her mouth to scream, but he covered it with one hand as he rammed his cock right in....
CHAPTER ONE
"Come on, Arlene, come on. Look, would you stop acting so nervous? It's beginning to make me nervous. Look at all these people. How could you feel threatened?"
Arlene Taylor looked around the large department store. She knew her friend and lover, Eileen Smith, was right in some ways. No one could attack her in a department store. Not with all the other people around.
"I guess you're right," Arlene said, running her fingers through her short brown hair to make sure that it was in place. "Let's go to bras."
"Right," Eileen said. "I'm going to buy you the sexiest bra so that when we go to bed, I'll have something to take off."
Arlene started to laugh. She had only been going with Eileen for a few months, but Eileen was still able to make her laugh all the time. She had been especially helpful the last few days, as Arlene was trying to recover from her attack.
As they checked out the prices on some of the coats, making their way toward the lingerie department the whole time, Arlene started to think about her attack. In some ways, she had gotten away with murder.
She had been walking through Central Park at night. It wasn't that late, she had thought, for if she had felt it was too late, she never would have been there. Besides, it had been the easiest way to get to Lincoln Center.
As she had approached a particularly secluded area, she had felt someone grab her around the neck. She was pulled back into some bushes and forced to her knees.
"You're gonna suck this dick, bitch," a man had said, and she had felt his cock pressing against her lips.
She hadn't sucked a cock in years, since she had decided that she loved women much more than men. The rapist's cock was rather large, and as he forced it deep in the back of her mouth, she thought that she was going to gag.
He had held her by her cheeks so that he could fuck her face, ramming his cock in and out of her mouth. At one point, Arlene had felt a slight spasm in her pussy, and it had started her wondering if maybe she might learn to like cocks, too. She hadn't said anything to Eileen about it afterwards.
As the man had started to pulsate in her mouth, she had known what to expect.
She tried to swallow all his come as he shot in her mouth, but there as so much that some of the white cream dripped down the side of her mouth. The man continued to ram his cock in and out of her mouth until he was drained and limp. Then he pulled out and threw her on her back. He started to claw at her panties.
"Now I'm going to do you," the man said.
He only had time to move his fingers into her cunt and start wiggling her clit. For soon after that, Arlene heard approaching footsteps. She started to moan loud, making the rapist think that she was getting aroused by his hard and not-too-pleasing fingering. She had been concentrating on the footsteps the whole time, and as they approached the dense woodsy area where the rapist had dragged her, he seemed to realize that there was now a threat of his being caught.
He pinched her clit once more, then pulled his fingers away and made a mad dash to get away. He was just in time, too.
For as Arlene looked up, she saw a cop standing a few feet away. He ran over to help her up, then asked her if she wanted to come down to the station to press charges. Since she had no idea what the man looked like, and since, in the end, all she had to do was suck him off, she decided to forget about it.
She did ask the cop to escort her to Lincoln Center because she was too scared to walk there alone after that.
She and Eileen had sat through an opera, and she had put on a terrific act. She didn't break down once because she had wanted Eileen to enjoy herself. However, as soon as they were in the cab back to their apartment, she had to break down. She buried her face in her hands and started to cry as she told Eileen what had happened.
Eileen had kissed Arlene all over her neck and face, just to try and calm her down. However, it didn't work too well.
It wasn't until they were in their apartment and Eileen pulled out a joint, that Arlene started to calm down. She smoked a little as she told Eileen the specific details of what had happened to her.
"It was terrible, now that I think about it," Arlene said, toking on the joint.
"If it was so terrible, why didn't you press charges?"
"Against what? I mean, against who? I never saw what the man looked like. They could have talked to me for hours, and I still wouldn't have been able to tell them anything."
Eileen had been stroking Arlene's short brown hair as she spoke, and after she was stoned enough, Eileen kissed her hard on the lips. As she did, she worked her hand down to Arlene's blouse and opened it slowly.
She pulled Arlene's bra off and started to play with her brown nipples. She stroked them so gently that Arlene couldn't help but feel the pleasure passion rising in her cunt. She got incredibly wet and started to hump her pussy up and down.
Eileen stayed with her tits for the longest time. She moved her mouth from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking and biting gently. She seemed to sense just what Arlene needed at each moment to keep the sexual passion at a constant high. Gradually, Arlene started to stroke Eileen's short blonde hair.
Soon she had Eileen's blouse off, and since Eileen rarely wore a bra, Arlene was able to start fingering her stiff pink nipples the moment the blouse was open.
That only made Eileen more eager to eat Arlene's pussy, and as Arlene stripped off her pants and panties, Eileen stroked her thick brown patch.
She started to slide her fingers into Arlene's pussy, and that was the first time that there was any talk of the attempted rape again. Because as soon as Eileen touched Arlene, the brown-haired girl gasped.
Eileen pulled her fingers out of her lover's pussy.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You were going so good, and then suddenly...."
"I'm sorry," Arlene said, and she started to cry again. "I'm sorry, but your fingers reminded me of his fingers for one second, and...."
"Hey, I understand," Eileen said.
She rubbed Arlene's hair some more, and Arlene eventually rested her head on Eileen's lap. As she did, Eileen was able to run her hand up and down Arlene's naked body. She played with the older girl's tits a little bit, letting her hands wander back down to Arlene's cunt gradually. Arlene sensed that Eileen was doing everything slow so that she would be able to slide her fingers in and then work her toward an orgasm.
As Eileen stroked her pussy lips, Arlene had started to think about the man's cock. She had amazed herself when she had taken him in the back of her throat. Of course, she had had no choice since he was literally fucking the hell out of her face.
She thought a little bit about how the cock might feel in her cunt as Eileen started to wiggle her clit back and forth.
It had been years since she had had a cock, her brother's friend Sammy being the last boy she had ever taken. Sammy had done his best to try and turn her on with his dick, even though he never knew he was being put to the test. He had no idea that Arlene had been trying to see if a cock could turn her on at that time, since so many guys had failed to do so. After Sammy, she was positive that women were her thing.
She couldn't understand why she was thinking about the man's cock in her pussy as Eileen fingered her, however. She wondered if it was a sign telling her that it was time for her to go back to cocks.
She didn't really care in the end, for just thinking about it relaxed her enough so that she had a nice orgasm. As her pussy started to spasm around Eileen's quick fingers, Eileen licked her way down. She had to stretch her body a little bit in order to move her mouth to Arlene's pussy, but she was able to.
She started to suck on Arlene's red, wet pussy lips, and Arlene could tell from Eileen's slurping sounds that she was getting off rather well.
She soon noticed that Eileen's crotch was beginning to get wet, since she was resting her head there. She opened Eileen's pants and the blonde girl slid out of them. Arlene was able to start stroking Eileen's pussy then, while Eileen continued to eat hers.
Arlene came three times, fast, one on top of the other, and as she came out of it she felt calm and content.
"You really relaxed me, Eileen," she said. "You made me forget about it for a while. However, I don't think I'm going to forget about it for a long time."
"Come on, Arlene. You have to."
As they fell asleep in each other's arms that night, Arlene had told Eileen that she would try her best to forget it. The next morning, after Eileen had left for work, Arlene was getting dressed to go to her job.
She was an executive at a small company that manufactured housewares. As she dressed, she looked out the window and saw how busy the streets were. It was the middle of rush hour, and rushing, she thought, didn't describe the madness outside well enough.
She had suddenly felt so paranoid. As she looked at all the men in their suits and ties, carrying briefcases, she started to think that everyone of them could be her rapist. As she looked at the women, they scared her, too.
She ended up having a drink to calm her nerves, then called her office and told them that she was sick.
It was a lie. However, she just couldn't bring herself to go outside again. She was sure that everyone out there was against her.
There wasn't much food to eat in the apartment, but she managed on what she had.
At about three, she debated whether or not to go out to get something else to eat. When she looked out of her bedroom window again, she just couldn't.
When Eileen came home that day, she was surprised to see Arlene home. Usually her lover didn't get home until after she did.
"I didn't go out today," Arlene said to Eileen. "I was feeling kind of sick."
Arlene was glad that Eileen couldn't see through her he. She would have hated her lover to know how scared she was.
Eileen went out for a pizza later, and after they ate, they made love.
This time, Arlene started to action by going down on Eileen. She licked her thick blonde pussy patch, fingering her cunt the whole time. She knew just how to work Eileen's clit so that her lover came good and hard. She pinched it gently, then spread Eileen's pussy lips and started to suck on her exposed clit.
Eileen thrust her pussy up and down, feeding Arlene's face as her pussy cream began to flow. Arlene squeezed Eileen's buttocks to try and prevent her from thrusting so fast. When Eileen slowed up a little, Arlene was able to lick her pussy dry.
After that, Arlene asked Eileen to do something that they normally didn't do. Although they owned a dildo, they preferred oral sex.
That night after the rape, however, Arlene wanted Eileen to strap on the dildo and fuck her. Eileen seemed to understand why Arlene wanted it, and as she licked her lover's pussy to get her wet enough for entry, she strapped on the huge phallus.
Arlene lay back with her legs up in the air while Eileen entered her slowly. Once the phony dick was in her pussy, Arlene started to go crazy. She loved the way it was stretching her pussy and making contact with her clit. Eileen started to thrust in and out, faster and faster. She fingered Arlene's tits at the same time.
As Arlene reached her peak and then came out of it, Eileen pulled out slowly. She seemed a little bit upset.
"What is it?" Arlene asked, stroking her lover's pussy. "You just made me come so well. Why aren't you happy?"
"You want a cock, don't you?" Eileen asked. "You do want one because you got off on it so much. Come on, you can tell me."
"I don't actually know if I want one," Arlene said, trying to be as honest as she possibly could. "However, when that man attacked me, he started me thinking."
"I see. Maybe he should have gone all the way then."
"Eileen, what a shitty thing to say! I can't believe you just said it."
"I'm sorry. I really am. It was a shitty thing to say. Look, maybe you should think about it a little more, because if you do want a cock, you're obviously not going to be satisfied until you get one, right?"
"If I want one."
That was something she still didn't know herself. She had had a lot of time to think about it, too, for the next day, she called in sick to work again. When Eileen got home and Arlene said that she had been sick, the blonde girl was more suspicious.
It wasn't until the third day after the attack, a Friday, that Eileen finally told Arlene what she thought about these three sick days.
"You're just too scared to go outside, that's all," Eileen said. "Look Arlene, I don't see any reason why you should be scared. You should be scared if there weren't too many people, but with all the people out during the day, nothing can happen."
"Yes it can," Arlene said, trembling.
They had just finished making love, and as she started to tremble, her tits started heaving up and down. Eileen moved her fingers to Arlene's nipple and started to play with it as a kind of way to calm her down.
"You know what I'd love to buy for you?" Eileen said. "I'd love to buy you a nice, sexy bra. I think you'd look real hot in lace."
"Good, then buy it for me."
Eileen had smiled then, slyly, and Arlene knew what was on her mind.
"Okay. I'll buy it for you tomorrow. It's Saturday. All the stores should be open. If we go at about five, people should just be leaving."
"I'm not going," Arlene had said. "I'm not. You can buy it for me."
"But how will I know what size?"
"You know that I'm a thirty-six B. All you have to do is ask the woman for that size and she'll give it to you."
"But it just won't work right," Eileen said. "It won't work."
"Of course it will."
"No. The bras are sometimes cut different ways. When we start getting into anything other than the Playette line of bras, your usual kind, then it might be different. Look, Arlene, I want you to go out with me."
"No, I don't want to go out," Arlene had said, almost on the verge of tears again.
"Of course you do. You can't expect to stay inside here for the rest of your fucking life. I want you to go back to work on Monday, and if we have to use the weekend to teach you how to start walking outside and feeling safe again, then we will."
After that, Eileen had started to lick Arlene's pussy, and Arlene just forgot about it. As far as she was concerned, she was just not going out.
As she spotted a nice sweater in the department store, she thought about the way Eileen had finally gotten her out of the house that day.
At three in the afternoon, Eileen had gotten dressed. Then she had walked into the living room where Arlene had been watching television.
"Get dressed now, honey," she said, rather firmly. "We're going out and if you're not ready in fifteen minutes, I'm going to beat you up."
"What?" Arlene had asked, thinking that Eileen was joking.
"You heard me, bitch. We're going out. We're going to go shopping to get you that sexy bra, and then I'm taking you out for dinner. Then, I thought a nice walk through Central Park ought to be sensational."
"Come on Eileen, you're not serious about the park, are you?"
"No, not that. But I am serious about getting you out of the house. Come on, honey. Get dressed and let's go. Come on. Come on."
Eventually, Arlene had let Eileen drag her into the bedroom and dress her, and then, after that, she had let Eileen literally drag her out of the house.
As they got down on the street, Arlene had started to feel a little better. Some of the people outside didn't look that threatening at all. lhen, when Eileen hailed a cab, she felt even more safe.
She watched the world go by as they headed for the department store. The people outside seemed to be going about their normal, everyday business, and Arlene was getting more and more used to it by the minute.
When they arrived at the store, at about four, the crowds were beginning to thin out.
Now that they had been there a good half an hour, it was getting even more empty.
"Do you like this sweater?" Eileen asked, holding it up. "I think that it would make your tits look so appealing."
"Really? Well, if you think you'd like it on me so much, buy it for me."
"Buy, buy, buy," Eileen said, laughing. "All you ever want me to do is buy this for you and buy that for you. I imagine that your sexy bra will cost me at least twenty, if you want to know the truth. I can't afford this sweater."
"Put it on your charge card," Arlene said, laughing.
Arlene could tell that Eileen was happy to see her back to her old self again, and in many ways, she felt better for it, too.
"Maybe I will," Eileen said. "But let's go get the bra first, okay?"
"Sure," Arlene told her.
They walked toward the escalators and checked to see which floor the lingerie was on. Then they started up the two flights they had to go.
"No more stopping," Eileen said. "We have to hurry up, okay?"
"Sure."
When they arrived in the lingerie department, Eileen walked over to a young, blonde salesgirl. She thought that the girl was definitely hot, but, since she seemed to be ultra-straight, Eileen decided not to bother cruising her.
"We need some help," she said to the girl. "I want to buy my friend there the sexiest lace or silk bra that you have."
"How much were you looking to spend?" the girl asked.
"I don't know. What's the price range?"
"Anywhere from fifteen to fifty. Now which would you like to see."
"Let's start at the fifteen and then work our way up. Let's see three different ones so she can try them on in the dressing room."
The girl shrugged her shoulders, then asked for the size. When Eileen told her, she walked to one of the display counters, opened the drawer underneath, then pulled out three different boxes.
"Here they are, in order of price," the girl said. "Fifteen, twenty, twenty-five."
"What about the fifty?" Eileen asked, and she licked her lips for fun, just to see if the blonde salesgirl would respond.
"Check those out first, and then I'll give you the others."
Eileen smiled at her, and she was kind of happy when the girl smiled back. She wasn't so sure if the girl was strictly heterosexual anymore. She was beginning to think that this heavenly blonde might just swing both ways.
Still, she was with Arlene and there was nothing she could do.
She took the boxes and walked over to Arlene. Arlene was checking out some of the panties, but as soon as Eileen walked over, they both started toward the dressing rooms.
Eileen pushed a curtain open and they walked into a small booth. The booth was separated from the others by make-shift wooden walls, that didn't seem to sturdy. There was a swinging door in front of each one. As Eileen and Arlene stepped in, Arlene noticed that there was a curtain behind her dressing booth.
She pushed it aside and saw a small room with a few workers boxing some merchandise.
"Look at the way they set this up," Arlene said. "Those people can look right in."
"Not with the curtain closed," Eileen said. "Just pull it closed and keep it that way and you won't have to worry about anything."
Arlene knew that Eileen was right, so she just pulled the curtain closed. She took off her coat and hung it on a hook, then opened her blouse and slid it off.
Eileen helped her unclasp the bra in the back, and as Arlene slid it down her arms, she felt a chill breeze blowing over her tits.
"Okay, let's try this one," Eileen said, taking out the fifteen dollar one. It was made of a nice lace, but aside from the fact that it was lace, there was nothing too special about it. Still, Eileen helped her lover slide it on.
She clasped it in the back and Arlene moaned softly.
"Well, at least I'm sure of one thing. This does feel good and it turns me on. Just sliding it on made my nipples stand up."
"Hmm," Eileen .said, licking her lips. "That's a sign. Still, I don't like this one too much. Let's try for something else. Next."
She unclasped the bra and hung it on a hook, then handed Arlene the next one to try on.
Eileen decided that she liked the twenty dollar one, however, when she saw the next one, priced at twenty-five, she liked it even more.
"Hey, wait right here," Eileen said. "They're getting better and better the more expensive they are. She told me that they have them as high as fifty. Now I don't know if I want to shell out fifty for a bra, but as long as we're here we might as well see what it looks like, don't you think?"
"Sure," Arlene said, hardly paying attention. She was admiring the way she looked in the mirror. The bra made her tits look ten times more inviting than they usually did.
As Eileen walked out of the dressing room, Arlene started to turn around so she could see how the bra looked from all angles. She liked the fact that there was a thin strap along the back, thinner than any bra she had ever worn.
In some ways, the lace and silk combination on the twenty-five dollar bra made her feel so chic and elegant.
She was facing the door of the booth, waiting for Eileen to come back, when all of a sudden,, she heard a noise from behind. She got a glimpse of the man in the trench coat and wide brimmed hat stepping right behind her, entering the booth from the curtain that separated it from the store workers.
She couldn't see the man's face, but she opened her mouth to scream anyway.
He was much faster than she ever would have imagined. He thrust his hand in her mouth so that she couldn't scream, then reached for the twenty dollar bra that was hanging on the hook. He slapped her across the face to drain the energy out of her, then stuffed the bra in her mouth and tied it in the back, like a gag.
Then he pulled both of her arms behind her back.
Arlene's eyes were bulging out of her head. She was terrified.
She felt the man reaching for the fifteen dollar bra, and he started to tie her hands behind her back, fast. He tied them so tight that she could feel her wrists throbbing the second he made the knot.
"I like this bra the best, baby," he said, feeling her tits through her twenty-five dollar bra. "Too bad I like what's underneath better."
With those words, he yanked the bra below her tits. She could feel the tight bra cutting her tits a little, but more than anything else, it pushed them up and made them stick out so they looked bigger than ever.
The man stood behind her and started to finger her tits, pinching them after he felt how stiff they were.
Arlene only had one thing on her mind.
Eileen was right outside, somewhere in the store. It couldn't take her too long to get the next few bras. She would have to come back soon before the man had a chance to do anything to her. She would just have to.
She felt the man moving his lips to her cheek and kissing her from behind. She tried to turn so she could see exactly what he looked like.
However, the wide brimmed hat cast a shadow over his face, well enough to hide everything but his mouth. She could see that he had perfectly straight white teeth and a solid, firm jaw. Still, it could have belonged to a hundred thousand people on the street. It told her practically nothing.
As the man rubbed her tits, she felt his hard-on rubbing against her buttocks from behind. He had his trench coat closed, but it seemed like he wasn't wearing any pants.
His cock bulge was that evident.
In a few seconds, she felt his hand moving to his coat. He-opened a few buttons, and then when she felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass, her suspicions were confirmed. She started to whimper softly as he leaned her forward against one of the wooden partitions.
When Arlene had first walked into the dressing room, she had thought that the partitions were very weak and make-shift. As he made her lean forward, she leaned harder than she really had to, in the hopes that she would knock it down.
However, it was stronger than she had ever imagined and it wouldn't budge.
She felt the man rubbing his cock against her buttocks from behind. As he did, she thought of Sammy, her brother's friend and the last man she had fucked.
Sammy had had a nice long cock, and when he discovered that she wasn't getting all that hot as he fucked her in the standard missionary position, he had suggested that they try it doggie-style.
She had liked that more than anything else, because when he fucked her that way, his balls slapped her in the ass. She loved men's balls more than cocks.
Still, he hadn't turned her on enough to sway her back toward the male body. She could feel the rapist rubbing his cock against her pussy from behind. His cock head felt thicker than Sammy's had been.
She started to think about her dildo fuck with Eileen the other night. Maybe it was true, she thought. Maybe I do need a cock.
Because, as she man rubbed his hard dick against her pussy, she started to feel a dripping pleasure running through her. Her pussy lips were beginning to get wet the more the man rubbed his cock there.
StiJ?, she didn't want it. She would have done anything to get the man away from her.
She started to silently pray that Eileen would come back.
Then, she felt the man pulling his cock away from her pussy and sliding it up her buttocks, up her ass crack. He stopped when he made it to her asshole.
He moved one hand to her hip and held her steadily while he thrust his cock head into her asshole. Arlene felt a surging pain running through her entire body. She wanted to scream, but her bra gag was preventing her.
The man moved his other hand to her other hip, then held her tightly as he started to thrust his cock in and out of her asshole, hard.
When he thrust in the first time, she felt her ass muscles stretching to accommodate the thickness of his dick. After that, it wasn't as painful, although the pain was still there. Her asshole was somewhat dry, as was his cock.
Never in her wildest imagination would she had dreamed that the man was going to fuck her this way. She had never even fantasized about getting a cock up the ass, and it was so hard for her to adjust to the fact that it was happening.
He kept thrusting in and out, hard, and although she could feel his balls slapping against her ass, she wasn't liking it too much.
The man moved one hand around to her pussy and started to finger her. She could feel him fumbling for her clit and starting to wiggle it back and forth.
"When you start to come I'm gonna feel that hole of yours contracting around my cock. It's going to be one fucking good thrill, baby. So get yourself into it and come. Come. Think of my fingers as a prick."
She started to imagine that it was. His fingers were much thicker than hers or Eileen's.
He started to wiggle her clit so fast that she felt her pussy beginning to get wet. The cock in her ass was still being regarded as an invading object. . She couldn't come to grips with the fact that it was there and that a man would want to fuck a woman this way. It just seemed so disgusting, and from all the pain she was feeling, she couldn't imagine how anyone could feel pleasure from it.
However, as he worked her pussy better and better, first sliding a second and then a third finger into her pussy, she could feel her cunt pleasure beginning to take over.
"Oh, yeah, you're getting wet now," the man said, biting her earlobe. "Yeah, a wet pussy is a sign of a good attitude."
She felt herself starting to come, and as she did, her knees buckled. Still, she couldn't sink to the floor. He had enough strength in his body and his cock to keep her on her feet. As she came, he started to moan loud.
"That's it. Feel your asshole, baby. Feel how light those ass walls of yours are. Yeah, can't you just feel it? Oh, baby."
She hated what he was saying, for as he whispered in her ear, she started to think about her asshole more than her cunt. The pleasure from the orgasm subsided a great deal, and then, she felt him pulsating in her ass.
Her ass muscles had to stretch even more to take him in then, and the only relief she felt was when he started to come. He shot load after load of thick come into her asshole while he continued to thrust, and his come was soon lining and soothing her aching ass walls as he started to go limp.
He pulled out, patted her ass gently, then stepped behind the curtain from where he had come. She heard retreating footsteps.
Arlene started too cry, and as she did, she tried to bite through the bra in her mouth. Her wrists were sore now, and they were throbbing more than her asshole.
A few seconds later, Eileen opened the door to the dressing room and stepped in.
As soon as she did, she gasped. She started to pull the gag out of Arlene's mouth, and she opened the bra around her wrists, too.
Arlene started to cry on Eileen's shoulders as Eileen rubbed her back.
"Where were you?" Arlene asked. "This man stepped in from behind and he raped me, Eileen. He fucked my asshole."
Eileen started to feel so guilty. She knew that she couldn't tell Arlene where she had been the whole time.
As she had stepped out of the dressing room, she had noticed the blonde salesgirl walking in her direction. They had started to talk, and as they did, the salesgirl had started to touch Eileen's shoulders.
Soon, it had been quite evident that the girl, whether a strict lesbian or a bi-sexual, had the hots for Eileen. Nothing had happened, of course, but as the salesgirl had taken out a few more bras, Eileen had been taking her phone number.
"You wait here," Eileen said. "I'm going to see if I can find the man."
"No," Arlene said, crying. "Don't leave me alone."
But it was too late. Eileen had already pushed past the curtains and she ran into the back room. There was no one there, and she thought that the workers must have gotten up and left while she and Arlene had been in the dressing room. There was only one exit, so she ran in that direction.
She opened the door and saw that it was a staircase.
She could have run up or she could have run down, but she didn't know which way to go. The stairway was silent, so the man had to have gotten away.
As she ran back to the dressing room, Arlene was finished dressing again. The three bras that she had tried on lay on the floor. The one that she had been gagged with was a mess, as was the one that had bound her wrists.
Eileen picked up the three bras, took Arlene's hand, then walked back out. It was almost five-thirty, and the store was closing.
"We don't want any of these," Eileen said, handing the bras to the lovely blonde salesgirl. They made no eye contact at all, and Eileen was glad. Arlene would had never suspected that they had been talking sex while she was being raped.
"But look at these two," the girl said. "What happened to them?"
"I'll tell you," Eileen said. "But first I think that you should call the store security immediately. There's a rapist in this store."
"What?" the girl asked, and she started to tremble.
"You heard what I said. There's a rapist. The reason that bra is so ratty now is because he tied my girlfriend up in her dressing booth and raped her while we were out her getting the next few bras to try on. He ran out the back way."
The blonde girl was already on the telephone.
"Eileen, I'm not going to say anything," Arlene said. "I'm too scared."
"What are you talking about? You're going to tell the security guard exactly what happened, okay? They have to catch this lunatic."
"And you were the one who wanted me to come out. You dragged me," Arlene said, crying still.
"Don't remind me. I feel guilty enough."
"You .shouldn't."
"That's easy for you to say."
"No it isn't. Just don't feel guilty. Okay?"
CHAPTER TWO
Jackie Post was happy that New York department stores had finally gotten with-it. Sundays were just another day of the week, she had always thought, and for the longest time, all department stores had been closed on Sunday.
She had thought it was completely ridiculous. Of course, she hardly realized that there were thousands of religious people who thought it was a sin. Sunday was the Lord's day, supposedly. But she had never been a believer.
All she had cared about anyway, was the fact that she worked five days a week, and the stores were always jammed on Saturdays. Even since they had changed the Blue Law, all the bigger stores were now open on Sunday, and she preferred Sunday because there seemed to be less shoppers.
She could tell as the cab driver started taking her downtown.
As he drove, she looked at her reflection in his rear-view mirror. She patted her black hair into place, then turned her head to the left and the right to make sure that it was cut straight all the way around.
"Nice haircut," the cabdriver said. He knew that if the black-haired woman was this vain about the way her hair looked, she had probably just gotten it cut.
He was a terrific judge of character.
As she sat in the back seat, she was quite content with the way her hair looked. Frankie had, once again, done a terrific job. He always seemed to change her styles each time she came to see him, and they all looked fabulous.
Of course, she was a little high anyway, having just been with him. He always made her head swell.
He worked out of his apartment, which was one of the main reasons why Jackie loved to go and see him.
That weekend, things had worked out for the best anyway. Mike, her husband, had gone on a fishing trip with some friends. Things were not too good between Jackie and Mike, and she was very glad to have the weekend to herself.
However, she had made no good use of her free time. She had gone out drinking with some friends on Friday night, and she had gotten so smashed (drinking until eight in the morning at an after hours club) that she had slept through most of Saturday. She woke up at seven in the evening and was so pissed that she wasted the day.
She made herself a T.V. dinner, and sat down, resigned to spend the night in front of the television. They had good shows on Saturday nights, she thought, and she had spent many a Saturday in front of the television with Mike. He hated going out.
As she ate, she started to realize how horny she was. Mike hadn't fucked her since Wednesday night, and she knew that since he was going on a fishing trip, he and his buddies were going to go out at night to cop some pussy.
He made no attempt to hide the fact that he cheated from her, although she was perfectly discreet about her extra-marital affairs. She was a woman who always thought ahead, and she knew that when the shit really hit the fan with Mike and they finally decided to get divorced, he would have nothing on her.
Thinking about all that had reminded her of Frankie. She had been meaning to get her hair done that week, and she thought that as long as Mike was out of town, maybe Frankie would take her on Sunday.
He usually didn't work on Sunday, but she planned for him to work and play.
"Frankie, darling," she had said, as soon as she called and he answered the phone. "Jackie Post here. Look, I need a haircut desperately."
"Jackie, sweetheart, it's eight and it's Saturday night. You don't mean now."
"Of course not But I was wondering if perhaps tomorrow afternoon would be okay? Oh, Frankie, it's been such a long time."
She moaned a little over the phone to let him know that she wasn't only coming for the haircut. She was sure that the moan put other ideas in his head, particularly one which must have reminded him that the last time she had seen him, she had paid his regular cutting fee, then had given him thirty dollars as a tip.
The tip, of course, was for more than the haircut, but she never made it sound like that, and they both played the game.
"Are you sure you need it this weekend?" he asked her.
"Positive. Mike's away, and I think it would be fabulous to surprise him with a new cut." Deep down, she hoped that she might turn him on again, the way she used to when they were first married. She knew that she could again, if Frankie gave her the right look that she needed.
"All right," he had said to her. "Don't come by before two, because I will absolutely refuse to let you in if you do, darling. I need my sleep."
Jackie was so excited when she hung up on Frankie, and that excitement turned into a sexual surge. She remembered the last time she had been with him and how his eight inch cock had her coming over and over again.
He had fucked her in almost every position, and the best one, as far as she was concerned, was when he was on bottom and she was riding him. She could go as fast as she wanted those time, controlling the intensity of her oncoming orgasms.
She found herself lowering the sound of the television, which was an obvious distraction, and pulling her short night gown up. She rubbed her fingers through her thick black pussy bush, then brushed them over her cunt lips, gently.
She didn't understand why she and Mike didn't get along anymore, and she didn't even want to. When she would start to try and analyze her relationship, it would always make her upset. That was when she would have to masturbate more than ever.
So that Saturday night, there had been a double reason for masturbating. First, she had hot thoughts about Frankie, and second, she was trying to block Mike from her mind.
As she slid her fingers into her cunt, two at a time, she felt her erect clit. She started to pinch it gently, and there was a mild spasm of pleasure that shot through her body. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was sucking on Frankie's cock.
As she did, she masturbated her pussy, in much the same way that she did when she actually sucked his cock for real. She always loved to masturbate and suck dick.
She could imagine Frankie thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, giving her time to do all kinds of pleasure-inducing tricks with her quick tongue.
She started to come rather fast. She felt her wet pussy walls spasming around her exploring fingers, and she started to thrust her fingers even faster. She was quite capable of experiencing one rushing orgasm over another, especially when she masturbated herself. By continuing to use her fingers, even as she came once, she always assured herself of another orgasm.
Jackie licked her lips as she felt herself coming again, and that time, she let her fingers rest in her cunt, but stopped thrusting them. There was only so much a grown woman could take. She had already worked herself up to a sweat.
After that, she had showered and she had watched more television. She had fallen asleep, setting her alarm for noon so that she could get up and make it to Frankie's on time. She needed the two hours for preparations.
When she woke up, she put on her usual make-up, then combed her hair back in a pony tail. She put on a kerchief, thinking that her hair looked hideous and she wanted to hide it. It made no difference to Frankie how her hair looked when she arrived. He only cared about how it looked when she left.
She arrived at his place at one fifty-five, and she stood in front of his bell for five minutes. When he had told her about not coming before two, he hadn't been kidding. She had been going to him long enough to know that.
"Right on time," she heard him say over the intercom as he buzzed her in.
She took the elevator up to his apartment. When he opened the door, he was wearing a black caftan. She thought that he looked fabulous' in it, and she was quite positive that he wore nothing underneath.
"Could I get you some coffee?" he asked, always the host.
"Sure," she said. "If you have anything to put in it, that would be better."
"Like what, darling? You down today?"
"You hit it right on the nose," she said, referring to the word down. She needed one and she needed it bad.
She knew that Frankie always kept a nice stock of pills, and he slipped her one which he told her would relax her. Then he pulled her kerchief off and laughed.
"God, you were right. This is certainly an emergency. Your hair looks more ragged than I've ever seen it look since you've been coming here."
They were standing in his kitchen and he was pouring her coffee.
"Talk like that will get you nowhere," she said, moving close to him.
"Oh, is that right darling?" he asked.
He put the coffee pot down, then touched her hips, He pulled her close and moved his mouth to her neck. He kissed her gently and ran his tongue over her neck. She moaned softly as she felt his hands moving to her bra.
"You see," he said. "I can say anything I want and do anything I want, too."
Jackie hated him for having that attitude, especially because he was one hundred percent right about the whole thing. She was completely helpless under his touch, and, in general, under the touch of any man.
No matter how much hatred she might have had for Mike at times, whenever he touched her she was always under his control.
He slid his hand into her blouse and cupped her tits through her bra. Then he opened her blouse and pulled it off.
A few seconds later, he took her bra off, then moved his mouth to her tits. She had medium-sized breasts, with thick brown nipples. He was able to suck her entire tit between his lips, and still have room in his mouth to flick her nipple back and forth.
Jackie rubbed her hand over his back, not only to stimulate him, but to give herself support so she could stand. Whenever she felt pleasure in her pussy, she always felt as if her legs were going to buckle.
As he sucked one tit, then the other, he moved his hand to her skirt and opened the zipper on the side. She stepped out of it as it fell to the floor, and she pulled her panties down long before he had the chance to.
It was one silent, subtle way of letting him know how hot she was and how much she needed him to bring her satisfaction.
As he moved his hand down to her black pussy patch and rubbed his palm over it, he started to slide his fingers into her cunt.
Jackie hopped up on the kitchen counter. She had made it with Frankie in practically ever room of his apartment, and for some reason, she loved the kitchen sink more than any other place. He never had to bend too low to eat her pussy because the counter was rather high, yet it was quite sturdy.
She sat with her legs hanging over the edge of the counter, and started to push his mouth down to her pussy.
She spread her legs wide and Frank rubbed his soft cheeks over her thighs. She was happy to feel that he didn't have any morning stubble. That meant he had shaved because he knew that she was coming over.
He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and started to lick her clit. He sucked on it a little bit, and she moaned when her pussy spasmed because of his good, hot sucking. He slid his hands under her sweaty buttocks and started to massage them.
"Oh, Frankie baby," she moaned. "You are just the medicine that the doctor called for this weekend. It's so nice to have you."
She knew that he was smiling, but she couldn't see him since his mouth was clamped against her spread pussy. She started to run her fingers through his soft black hair. His hair had always impressed her. He always kept it looking so well.
It hardly even occurred to her that since he was a hairdresser, he had to. If he had shitty looking hair, what would his customers think about his work? If he couldn't make himself look good, he couldn't make anyone look good.
Jackie's pussy started to spasm hard, and she felt him sucking all the cream out of her cunt. She loved the way he managed to do that while flicking his tongue in and out of her pussy at the same time.
She always felt terrific when a man did that.
As she started to come out of her orgasm, Frankie pulled his head back. She moved her hand down to his chin and wiped away some of her come. She smiled, then pulled him up and moved her lips to his.
"And when are you going to get undressed?" she asked him.
Frankie took one step back, slid the zipper of his caftan open, then let it slide down his shoulders and fall to the floor.
Her suspicions were once again confirmed. He was completely naked underneath. He had a small, tight body, with black hair on his chest and a nice cock and balls. She loved the way his balls hung low.
But what she loved even more was the way his hard cock stood straight out when it was fully aroused. As she looked at him, she moved her hand down to his pointing rod and started to stroke him, firmly, just the way he loved it.
"Nice," he moaned, and he began to thrust his cock back and forth in her clenched hand. She moved her other hand down to his balls and cupped them.
"I love this cock of yours, Frankie," she said to him. "It's so big and beautiful, and when I'm holding it, it feels so warm."
He had his eyes closed, and he was moaning.
She hopped off the kitchen counter and moved her mouth to his neck. She started to suck on his neck, then sucked her way down to his nipples.
She sucked on one, feeling the black hairs against her tongue, then moved her mouth to the other one. Of course, she held on to his cock the whole time. At one point, he started to pulsate in her hand and she squeezed him hard until the pulsations had subsided. When they did, she licked her way down to his navel.
She flicked her tongue in and out of his navel, then sunk to her knees and opened her mouth so she could suck on his cock.
Jackie was used to taking his cock deep in her throat. The first time she had ever been with him, she hadn't thought that she could do it. However, he had told her that if she really wanted to, she could.
With that attitude, she went ahead and was able to deep throat him.
Now it was so simple. She let him slide his cock all the way in the back of her throat and keep it there for a few seconds. Then, when she thought she was going to gag, she pulled her head back a little.
She started to pull on his balls and they moved together. On occasion, he would put more into it with his thrusting hips and she was able to slow down a bit and not move her head as much. When he would slow up on his thrusting, she would start to move her head.
"I'm gonna come any second, Jackie," he moaned, not three minutes after he had been in her mouth.
She didn't care. When she fucked a man, she liked him to stay hard for a long time. However, when she sucked a man, she preferred that the man came rather soon. She hated to be sucking a cock for ten to fifteen minutes. As long as the orgasm was achieved and she tasted the come, that was all that mattered. The faster it happened, the better, because after it happened, she could move on to other things.
As he started to come in her mouth, he held his cock deep in the back of her throat. She loved the way his cream felt as it shot back there. It was so warm and sweet. As he started to go limp, she was able to suck his cock dry.
She looked up at him and saw the way beads of sweat were running down his hairy chest. That was always a sign of an intense orgasm.
She stood up and rubbed his limp cock.
"Come on," he said. "There's no sense in wasting any time."
"What are you talking about?" she asked him.
"Darling, I want you to know that I was doing you a favor by taking you this afternoon. It is my day off. Besides, I've plans for an opera this evening and I'd like you out of here by four, the latest. Forgive me for being so brutally honest."
"No, that's the best way," she said to him. "You should always be honest with me. And now, I'm going to be honest with you. I do want you to fuck me."
"I didn't say that I wasn't going to, did I?" he asked her. "I just said that I didn't want to waste any time. Come on."
He took her hand and started to lead her down to the bathroom. As they stepped inside, he turned the water on in the shower, waited until it was a nice temperature, then let her step in before he did.
"I'm going to wash your hair at the same time that we wash each other," he said, pulling the rubberband out of her pony tail and letting her hair fall to her shoulders.
She held her head under the spray while he got her hair wet. She loved the way his firm lingers massaged her scalp so well.
Then he started to wash her hair with the best shampoo and rinse.
She leaned forward and he stood behind her. As his groin rubbed against her wet buttocks, she could feel his cock hardening. By the time the rinse had been washed out, Frankie's cock was fully hard.
"How about a rear entry up the ass?" he said to her, soaping up his cock at the same time so he could get in that way.
"No," she said. "Frankie, I've never been fucked up the ass, and I have no desire to have it done now, either. The thought of it turns me off."
"Have it your way." He let the shower spray the soap off his cock. "I thought that you might like it for a change."
"Well, thanks for the offer," she said. "But I love it up my cunt, and that's the way I want you to give it to me."
"From the front or back."
"Front, darling. I want to feel that hairy chest of yours doing a number on my nipples. I love the way it feels against my nipples."
Frankie smiled as she turned around. Her brown nipples were incredibly stiff now, and her whole body looked so much more appealing with all the water dripping over her tits. He rubbed his hairy chest against her nipples as he forced her against the tile walls.
He started to rub his cock over her pussy lips, and she moaned softly. She could feel her pussy pleasures already starting at a high.
Frankie thrust his way into her cunt, lifting her up off the rubber mat on the floor of the shower. She wrapped her legs around his waist and started to rub his buttocks with her feet as he started to fuck her at a steady pace.
She could feel him sliding in and out so that the full length of his cock worked her clit.
Each time his cock head was approaching her pussy lips as he pulled out, she was sure that he was going to fall from her cunt. However, he never did, and she soon started to get into the fuck more, marveling at his excellent sense of judgement.
She could feel his cock starting to throb about five minutes after he entered her. She wrapped her arms around his back, and her legs around his ass, so tight, that he couldn't move at all.
Her pussy spasmed around his dick gently, and she waited until his cock pulsations had subsided completely before letting him start to thrust again.
When he did, he started to fuck her much harder. She could feel his groin slapping against her and making a splashing sound each time he thrust in. She could feel how terrific his soapy chest was against her tits.
The fact that she was fucking him in the shower was such a turn-on to her, that she started to come hard a few seconds later. Frankie could feel the pleasure surging through him as her pussy walls did a number on his cock.
He moaned, then started to pump his cream into her cunt. She was a little upset about the fact that he was coming already. She had hoped for another orgasm from the fuck, but she knew she wouldn't get one.
Still, the first orgasm had been sensational, and as his cock went limp and he eventually let her stand, she had to be content.
They washed each other's body to clean away the smell of sex, then toweled each other dry. He led her to his cutting room, wearing only a towel around his waist. Her hair was still wet, and he combed it out and then began to talk to her about the way she wanted it this time. In the end, he did whatever he wanted to do. That was the way it usually happened.
At first, he had cut her hair straight along the bottom, right at her shoulders. When she saw how it looked wet, she was ready to kill him. However, he assured her that it was going to be her best cut ever.
As he started to dry it and her hair took its shape, she loved it.
Jackie looked at herself in the rearview mirror of the cab again. Yes, she decided, this had been her best cut ever.
In fact, after it was dry and she dressed, she paid him and he stood there eying her. Finally, he made a suggestion.
"Do you know those floppy wide-brimmed hats that they have now? Well, I think it would go so fucking well with this cut. I think you should get one."
"Really?" she asked. She looked at herself in the mirror, and she knew he was right.
That was why, as soon as she left his apartment at four, she hailed a cab and started to head downtown. She had seen a gold colored hat that she had loved last week while shopping, and she just hoped she could make it to the store in time to get it.
After all, even though the stores were now open Sundays, they still closed at five.
"Please hurry," she said to the cab driver. It was a quarter after four and she hated to have to make a rushed decision. There was always that possibility that another hat would strike her fancy when she got to the store.
The driver pulled up in front of the store at four-twenty. She handed him a five, waited for her change, then gave him a tip.
She ran out of the cab and into the store.
"Thank God," she said, once she was inside. Once inside, they wouldn't kick you out, and not only that, but the store was practically empty.
Jackie loved to shop in an atmosphere like this. It meant that there were no lines, and that mean there was no waiting.
As she walked toward the elevator, she checked the reference chart just to make sure she would be going to the right floor. Hats were on the fourth floor, just the way she remembered.
As she waited for the elevator, she got a little impatient. She wanted it to come immediately, yet it took almost five minutes.
When the light went on, indicating that the elevator was arriving at her floor, she just started hoping that there would be no other women in the hat department. She knew there would only be one salesgirl, and she wanted the girl's full attention.
When the elevator door opened, she saw one man standing inside. She was a bit hesitant about stepping in. First of all, the elevator had been coming from upstairs, and the man should have stepped out. Instead, he stayed inside.
However the thing that bothered her even more was the fact that he looked so ominous in his trench coat and his wide brimmed hat.
In fact, when he smiled at her, that was about all she could make out of his face. He had a nice smile, with straight white teeth and a firm jaw. The rest of his face was hidden in the shadow cast by his hat.
"Going up?" he asked her.
Jackie shrugged her shoulders and stepped inside. It was ridiculous to just stand out there, she thought. I'm only going up three more floors. What the fuck can happen?
As the doors closed, she glanced at her relfection in the corner mirror. It was around mirror, and she smiled at herself again.
One might have thought that she was acting a little vain, however, she was really admiring the sensational job Frankie had done. Her hair hadn't looked this fabulous in the longest time. Now, she thought, all I need is that new hat and I'm going to be one fucking stunning woman.
For a second, she thought she could see the man smiling at her by looking at his reflection in the mirror, but she tried not to pay any attention to him.
Then, suddenly, the elevator jerked.
She thought that something terrible had happened, but she she looked over, she saw that the man had his finger on the 'emergency , stop' button. Once he had pressed it in, it stayed in and the elevator came to a complete standstill.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jackie asked, reaching over to pull the button out and get the elevator going again.
However, the man slapped her hand away then. He slapped her across the face hard, and she could feel most of her energy being knocked out of her body. He started to rip at her blouse and bra. When he pulled the bra below her tits, he started to finger her stiff brown nipples. He pinched them hard enough to weaken her more.
Jackie still had her bag, however. She was holding it, and she swung it behind and tried to hit him on the side. She missed, and he punched her in the stomach.
She knew then that she wasn't going to be able to fight him off. She was drained.
He pushed her near the wall, face forward, then started pulling her skirt down. As he did, she felt him rubbing his hands over her pantied ass. Soon, he slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Then, he literally ripped them right off, tearing them in half.
As he pressed his weight against her body, she hardly had room to breathe. Then she felt him opening his coat. As she turned to look, she could see that he was naked underneath. His cock, surrounded by a thick patch of brown cock hair, was hard as rock.
He pried it between her buttocks and she resigned herself to the rape. There was no way out, and she spread her legs, preparing her cunt for entry.
If he was going to do it, she thought, at least she was not going to fight back. She was going to let him get it over with.
However, he only rubbed his cock head against her cunt for a few seconds. When it was wet with her pussy cream, enough to lubricate the head, she felt him moving it up between her ass cheeks.
He started to force it into her asshole, and she knew that he wanted it that way.
What was even more terrifying was that there was nothing she could do to stop him now. If she had known he was going to sodomize her, she would have fought back a lot more. However, she was too vulnerable now.
She opened her mouth to scream, and he let her go right ahead.
"No one is going to hear you in this elevator shaft," he moaned. "Yeah, you can scream all you want. Let it all out, now."
As soon as he said that, he thrust his dick into her asshole with full force. She felt her ass muscles stretching to take him in, and the pain was so great that she felt her knees starting to buckle.
The man moved his hands to her hips and held her up. Then he started to thrust his hard cock in and out of her asshole, fast. She could feel his hairy groin slapping against her buttocks each time he thrust in.
She bit her lip to try and make some of the pain subside.
After the first few thrusts, the man moved one hand to her pussy and started to finger her. He spread her pussy lips wide, then began to probe her cunt with his fingers. He found her clit and wiggled it back and forth, fast.
Usually, that was enough to make her come. However, she had never had anyone do that while she had an ass full of cock. It was just too distracting.
The pain was too great for her. She could feel everything starting to go black.
However, something happened that woke her up again. She felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in her asshole, stretching her even more than before. The pain was much more intense, but a new rush of intense pain was enough to keep her from fainting.
"I'm gonna fill this hole of yours now, baby," he moaned.
His cock started to pulsate more and she felt him shooting thick loads of come into her ass. As he did, she could feel his cock already beginning to shrink slowly. He stayed hard enough to smear his come all over her asshole, though, and the lubricating cream helped to ease some of the pain.
As soon as he pulled out, he buttoned his coat. He pulled the 'emergency stop' button out and the elevator started to move up. When it opened at the fourth floor, he pushed the 'door close' button immediately.
She thought that he was going to attack her again. She started to slump to the floor, hoping that if she was too much of a pain, he wouldn't bother with her. It took her a few seconds to realize that he wasn't even paying any attention to her.
Instead, he had pushed the button for the first floor, and he was standing by the door, eagerly waiting for it to open.
As soon as it did, he dashed out of the elevator. When he was out, the doors started to close again. Jackie tried to stand up, but her legs were still weak.
Eventually, by the time the elevator stopped on the fourth floor again, she was standing. She had managed to pull her blouse closed, but he had ripped enough buttons so that she couldn't button it.
She had also pulled her skirt on, but her panties were ripped in pieces and she just left them lying on the floor.
When the door opened, she stumbled out of the elevator. She started to walk toward the information desk.
She could see a redheaded-girl behind the counter, and when the girl looked at her, she could sense something was wrong.
The redhead started to scream.
"What happened to you? Are you okay? Quick, sit down over here."
"In the elevator," Jackie was saying, pointing in that direction. "There was a man. I rode up with him. He stopped the elevator and then raped me. He raped me. Oh God, I hurt inside. Get me an ambulance."
"I'll call the security guard first," the redhead said, and she was already on the phone, telling him to get up there.
By the time he arrived, Jackie was in tears. She babbled about what had happened to her, and he listened to everything he could make out, jotting down notes. After she had finished, he called an ambulance. When she was taken away, he walked to a pay phone and called his friend Harry Bales.
"Harry, get the fuck out of bed. We have a problem on our hands and it's more than a security guard can handle. There's an ass rapist running around the store."
"Oh fuck!!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Shit, shit, and double shit," Harry Bales said, as soon as he hung up the phone. He turned to the lovely blonde lying next to him in bed and moved his hand to her pussy. She was nice and wet from all the fingering.
"What's up, Harry?" she asked him.
"My cock for one thing," he said, running his hand down to his hard eight inches. He stroked the red hair of his pubic patch, then tugged on his hanging balls.
"So, let's do something about it," she said.
Mary, the blonde, moved her hand down to Harry's cock and started to massage the shaft. She had a nice, tight grip, and Harry loved the way that felt. It sent rush after rush of pleasure through his body.
"I don't know if I have time," he said to her.
"You must have time. Come on. What could that call have been about?"
"Another case," he said. "Of course, I don't have to take it. I'm sure that the cops will be there, but the man who called is an old friend of mine."
"Oh, Harry, you and your cases," she said.
Harry Bales was a private detective, and Mary had hired him a few months ago to keep a watchful eye on her husband. She suspected that her husband was cheating on her, but wanted positive proof so she could divorce him and take him for every cent he had.
Harry remembered the first time Mary had walked into his office. He had been quite impressed with her silky blonde hair and her sultry figure. She had been wearing a blouse that didn't do much to hide her large tits.
In fact, he had been sure that her tits were going to fall right out on his desk.
She had told him exactly what she wanted him to do, coming on to him at the same time. He didn't let her entice him too much, however.
"Look," he said, "suppose your husband is having you followed and you don't know about it. Baby, I think you're a hot looking broad, but I wouldn't fuck you until you have the goods on your husband. Can't you see it now? I'll stick my dick in you and then some young detective will come running through the door and shoot stills for your husband. No baby. Just business for a long time."
Harry knew how disappointed she was, but he was just as disappointed. He loved to fuck, especially blondes with big tits. Still, the call of duty came first.
It had taken him less than a week to discover that Mary's husband was fucking a different girl every day of the week during lunch hour. The man would leave work and then take a ride over to a motel, where he had a running tab.
Harry had felt pretty bad about having to bust in on Mary's husband. He had caught the man fucking this girl's asshole, and he had gotten some nice explicit shots. It was certainly enough for Mary to get her divorce and all the alimony she wanted.
Her divorce had just come through that past Friday, and she had been upstate for the weekend. Harry hadn't thought much about her.
However, that Sunday afternoon, the doorbell started ringing. He hadn't been expecting anyone important, and that was one reason he had answered the door in his robe. It had been a realtively busy week, and he had put this Sunday aside for rest.
When Mary walked in and moved her hand to his groin, he started to get hard. She didn't say a word at first. Instead, she waited until she was inside.
"We never had our moment together, Harry Bales," she had said.
She was wearing the same dress she had worn the first time Harry had ever laid eyes on her. It was the one that made her tits look like they were ready to fall right out. He had a hard-on in a matter of seconds.
After that, she moved her lips to his and started to kiss him.
As they stayed locked in a kiss, they started to undress each other. Harry didn't have much to take off. Under his robe, he was naked.
He was surprised at how naked she was under her dress. She wore no bra or no panties, and when he had her dress down, he looked at her full naked figure. He moved his mouth to her tits and started to suck on her hard red nipples.
Mary moaned loud, and after only a few seconds, she pushed him lower down so he could eat her pussy. He let his tongue run through her thick blonde pussy patch, and then he started to lick her cunt lips.
She fell on the floor, weak with passion, and he fell on top of her. He continued to eat her pussy for the longest time.
She came again and again, and he could feel her pussy juices dripping down his chin.
"Shit," he said to her, after he had had his share, "I can't understand why a man would want to cheat on a hot number like you."
"Beats me," she said. "I'm glad he did, though. I was sick of him."
Harry laughed. As he did, she started to stroke his chest. She played with the fine red hairs on his chest, then pulled on his two nipples. His cock started to throb before she even moved her mouth down to suck on him.
She first kissed her way down his belly, flicking her tongue in and out of his neavel.
Then she sucked his cock into her mouth, and when he started to thrust, she seemed eager to take him as far down as he could go.
While he fucked her face, Harry moved his hands down to her two large tits. He cupped one fleshy mound in each hand. He loved the way her nipples felt against his palm.
Mary started to rub his ass with her hands.
His buttocks were dripping with sweat as the pleasure in his cock rose.
When he started to pulsate in her mouth, she sucked him dry. She moaned with pleasure as she swallowed his come, and never in his life did Harry ever remember seeing a bitch so hot for his cock.
That turned him on.
Of course, there had been many, many girls before Mary. He was a private detective and he was always running across women who were horny and had an itch to be scratched. He always turned on his woman, but some of them showed it even more.
Mary was by far the hottest he had ever seen.
She kept sucking him until he was drained and limp, and then he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
She had been more than happy. As they climbed onto the bed, he reached over and pulled a joint out of his night table.
"Let's get high first," he said to her. "I love it more when I'm high."
She had started to laugh as he toked on the joint, and he couldn't understand why. She was more than eager to explain.
"You're a detective," she said. "This stuff is illegal. Hence, you shouldn't be smoking it. You're supposed to be on the side of the law."
"I'm supposed to enjoy my life, too, baby," he said, stroking her pussy. Her cunt seemed to be constantly wet. "This helps me enjoy."
"Oh, Harry, I'm not complaining. I think it's great."
They continued to get high, and he found himself tugging at his dick. He wanted to get hard as fast as he possibly could. He was determined to fuck Mary blind.
However, his first orgasm had been very intense, and draining, too. Harry usually had to wait a good fifteen minutes before getting it up again, and he figured that he might have to wait an even longer time because of all the energy that had been drained.
He had been feeling surges in his dick as the phone rang. He reached over to answer it and found himself talking to his friend Lou Fisher.
Lou was a security guard at one of the large department stores.
Lou started telling him about how a woman had been raped in the elevator that afternoon. At first, Harry had wanted no part of the case. One rape, he thought, was just not enough to start a big deal over.
However, Lou told him that another girl had been raped the day before.
"Really, Harry, I think that you're the only man for the job. Look, now that two rapes have occurred in one weekend, the cops are going to get into it. If we could get you involved, it would save the store a lot of trouble."
"How so?"
"Do you think that the customers would like shopping around while the place is swarming with cops? Shit, I should say not. If you come and check out the place, they won't even know that you're a cop. The customers, that is. You'll have to talk with some of the staff who worked yesterday and today."
As he had been talking to Lou, Mary had been playing with his cock, still. By the time the call was over, Harry found himself with another hard-on.
That was when he started to curse. He didn't know if he should fuck her first and then leave, or just leave.
As she played with his cock, it became less and less of a decision. He told himself that for the better of his job, and in order for him to function at a better level when he went down to meet Lou at the store, he owed it to himself to have this orgasm.
He rolled over on top of Mary, then rubbed his cock near her pussy.
"I'm glad to see that you decided to do it," she moaned.
"I don't think I could have made that decision without your soft hands," he said.
"But I'm warning you right now that as soon as it's over, I've gotta go."
"Tell me another," she moaned.
Harry knew that she was so sure of herself and that she didn't really think he was serious about leaving when it was over.
But he was quite serious. He slid his cock deep in her pussy and felt her spasming pussy walls giving him a nice massage. She wrapped her legs around his ass and started to rub her feet over his buttocks.
Harry loved her fleshy thighs, and felt like he was floating in a sea of hot skin. He thrust in and out of her pussy with long, determined thrusts. He could feel his cock starting to pulsate shortly after he entered her.
He started to moan, and he warned her that he was going to come.
"Oh, please Harry, hold back for just a little while longer."
"How long would you like me to hold back for?" he asked her.
"An hour. A lifetime. An eternity," she moaned.
Harry started to come in her pussy just then. He had been thrusting even harder as he felt his cock pulsating in her cunt, and when she started to demand all this shit from him, he figured that the best thing to do was come right way.
Besides, he was feeling terrific. His cock felt like it was on fire as it shot off inside of her, and at that point, he was more concerned about his orgasm than hers. He knew that she was coming, and that was all that counted.
As his cock started to shrink out of her pussy, he pulled out of her. He hopped off the bed and started to walk toward the bathroom.
"What?" she asked, yelling after him. "Don't you believe in afterplay?"
"Yes, when there is time for it," he yelled back. "But I warned you that I was going to fuck you and leave. You should have prepared yourself for that. If you had, you wouldn't need the afterplay."
Harry started the shower and waited until the bathroom got all steamy. He stepped into the shower just as Mary walked into the bathroom.
She slid the curtain in and stepped in beside him.
Harry paid very little attention to the blonde. She was an obvious distraction and he was rushed. Still, she reached over every once in a while to touch his cock and his balls, and he tried to slap her hand away on occasion.
As he finished soaping his groin, she started tugging on his cock. He could feel himself swelling again, but he turned his back on her and faced the shower head so that he could wash the soap away.
"Come on, Harry," she said. "You're hard. You're hard."
"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked her. "Look, baby, I already told you the way I felt. Now if you feel like hanging out here and waiting for me to come back, that's fine with me."
"When will you be back?" she asked, rubbing his buttocks firmly.
"I have no fucking idea," he said. "Can't tell you for sure."
He finished washing his soapy groin, and then he stepped out of the shower, leaving her inside. He started to dry himself off.
As soon as he did, he walked to his bedroom and dressed. He put on a pair of tan slacks, a brown patterned shirt, and a sports jacket. He combed his hair, and even though it was damp, he knew that it would dry okay.
As he was getting ready to walk out of the bedroom, Mary walked out of the bedroom. She grabbed his arm and whirled him around.
"Hey, you're really serious about going, aren't you?" she asked. "You can't go. You just can't. I've been looking forward to this moment. It's been nice so far, but I want more. I want more. You owe it to me."
Harry slapped her across the face, once, with a firm open palm.
"Look, bitch, I don't owe you shit, remember that. You're the one who wanted it so bad that you had to come crawling. I'm a working man, however, and I do have work to do. Now I gave you your options. If you decide to leave, just let the doorman know so he can lock the place. If you don't, you'll be here."
Then he stormed down the hall and walked out of the apartment. He took the elevator down, and as he did, he couldn't help but think about what a pain in the ass Mary had turned out to be after all. He was beginning to understand why her husband must have cheated on her everyday.
She was a fucking nymphomaniac, and who the hell wanted to exhaust himself with a nymph, only to discover that you couldn't satisfy her no matter what.
He laughed about it as he took the elevator to the basement and walked to his car. It was a spiffy little foreign number, and Harry always thought that he had a lot of class when he drove around in it.
It was about five-thirty now, and the city was pretty dead. He could understand why it was dead at five-thirty on a Sunday.
It took him only fifteen minutes to make it over to the department store. When he arrived, the front door was locked.
"Shit, they're closed already," he said, and he felt like a fool standing outside.
He was getting ready to turn around and go back to his car when he heard someone knocking on the glass. He turned around and saw Lou, still in the store. Lou opened the door and let him in.
Lou Fisher was a tall man with a noticeable pot belly. Harry and Lou had gone to detective training school together, and in some ways, Harry had always felt a little bad about the fact that Lou had taken a job at a department store.
Harry had always thought that was the lowest job a detective could take. It was so much better to work free lance.
Of course, Harry did remember his first few years as a private detective. He had almost starved to death because he had no reputation. Lou had been more than generous those years, throwing Harry some money whenever he needed it.
Harry knew that he owed his friend a great deal for having seen him through those years, and he shook Lou's hand firmly.
"I'm glad you could make it," Lou said to him. "I was hoping you'd come in that door because the whole store is locked."
"Are we the only ones here?" Harry asked.
"No. Susie's still upstairs. She was a little shaken by this whole thing. Susie is the salesgirl who was working at the information booth when this woman by the name of Jackie Post stumbled off the elevator. The woman was a little bloody and looking bad enough to shake Susie up."
"Let's go up there," Harry said.
He and Lou walked toward the elevators. Lou pressed the button, and when the elevator on the left came down, Harry got ready to get on.
'No, wait," Lou said. "Let's wait for the middle one. That's the one that it happened on. There's a bit of blood on the floor, and some torn panties."
Harry smiled at his friend when he spoke of the torn panties. Both of them were ladies' men, and they loved to talk sex.
"He tore her panties right off?" Harry asked.
"Right. Look, from the descriptions that I've gotten from both women, it seems to me that it was the same man. He was dressed the same, and he attacked both from the rear."
"Oh, I dig it," Harry said, trying to act cool. "A bad-ass rapist."
"Right. It's really strange though. Neither one of the girls had ever taken it that way before, so it shocked the shit out of both of them. No pun intended. In fact, the girl who was raped yesterday is, I'm pretty sure, a lesbian."
"Now come on, Lou. You know that you shouldn't make judgements on people when you're not really sure about them."
"Harry, I'm not making judgements. If you had seen the way the girl looked with her short haircut and everything, and then you had seen the way the girl's roommate looked, I think it would be obvious to you that they're lesbian lovers."
"I'll keep that in mind when I pay her a visit. What's her name?"
"Arlene Taylor. She spoke with me for a while, but she was pretty shaken up. The other woman who got it today is in the hospital."
"Really? Did she take it that bad?"
"See for yourself," Lou said.
The middle elevator opened and Harry could see some blood on the floor. It wasn't as much as he had expected to see, but he imagined that even that little amount of blood, if dripping from an asshole, could be very painful.
He saw the pair of white panties, torn in half on the floor.
Lou pressed the button for the fourth floor, and it took less than thirty seconds for the elevator to get up there.
"Did you know that you interrupted me in the middle of a good fuck?" Harry asked Lou as they stepped off the elevator.
"No, you should have said something. How the hell was I supposed to know?"
"You weren't, so there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, I'm glad that you did call. I didn't realize what a possessive, jealous, nymphomaniac bitch this woman was until I told her I had to leave and she wouldn't let go.
"Sounds like someone I'd like to meet," Lou said, smiling.
They were both laughing as they walked toward the information desk. Harry could see the lovely redheaded Susie sitting behind the desk with a cup of coffee.
Lou introduced Harry to the redhead, and Harry started to ask her a few questions. There was only so much that she had to tell. She told him that the store was practically empty by the time the woman hobbled off the elevator and walked toward the desk.
"I knew that there was something wrong the moment I saw her get off the elevator. Then, when she walked closer and I saw how her blouse was ripped, and how she was trying to keep her skirt off, and even more, some dried blood on her legs, then I knew that something terrible had happened."
"And that's when you called Lou?" Harry asked.
"Yes. But from what the woman said, the man had already run out at the first floor. I figured that by that time, he was out of the store."
"Or back to his normal job," Harry said. "I'm not ruling out the possibility, remember, that the rapist could be an employee here."
Susie gasped, and Lou chuckled.
"He's right, Susie. Look, you don't know all the people you work with that well. The store is usually quite empty by four-thirty on Sundays. Saturdays, too. You know, the rape yesterday happened at about the same time as the one today. That's when the store isn't too crowded, and it's usually emptying out more."
"That would be a perfect time for someone who works here to attack," Harry said. "In fact, only someone who worked here would really know that the store is empty enough at that time. Now where did the other one take place?"
"Third floor," Lou said. "Come on, Susie. Come down with me while I show Harry where it took place, okay?"
The three of them started to walk toward the elevator. This time, they took the one on the left, for Harry thought it was better for Susie to avoid seeing the blood.
They took the elevator down a floor, and Lou started to lead Harry toward the lingerie section. When they arrived at the dressing rooms, Lou opened one of the front doors.
"See," he said, walking in and pushing the curtain aside to show Harry the back room. 'The set up is quite strange. This is the room where they send out mail orders. Now on Saturdays, they usually don't have more than one or two people working in this room. And by the time the girl was raped yesterday, they had all left."
"Are you sure of that?" Harry asked.
"I can give you their names and show you. their time cards if you don't believe me," Lou said. "They had all punched out."
"But that doesn't rule out the possibility that the rapist could work here, could have punched out, and then could have returned."
"True," Lou said, laughing. He turned to Susie. "Do you see why I like this man? Do you see? He never rules out any possibilities. Believe me, Susie, we're going to catch this man, as long as we have Harry Bales working for us."
Harry smiled, modestly. As he did, he noticed that Susie was looking right in his eyes. "He could see the way her eyes were twinkling.
"Well," the redheaded dectective said, "I don't think that there's too much I can do today, Lou. But starting tomorrow, I'm going to be interviewing every person who works in this store. I don't want them knowing I'm a private detective, however."
"Why not?"
"Because we're smarter than cops, that's why. Look, if the people who work here just think I'm a cop, then the rapist might feel free to attack again. I think that he might be threatened by a private detective. We do want to catch the man."
"True," Lou said, smiling. "What a genius. What a fucking genius."
"Just give me the names and addresses of the victims. You said that one of them is in the hospital, so just give me the name."
As Lou wrote it down on a piece of paper for Harry, Harry put his arm around Susie's waist and touched her lightly.
"Do you need a ride home, sugar?" he asked her.
"I'd love it," she said.
Harry winked at Lou as he took the piece of paper. While Susie went to the locker room to get her coat, Lou slapped his buddy on the back.
"You still have that technique for picking up girls, Harry."
"Once you have it, it never leaves," the detective said, smiling.
He waited for Susie by the front door, and Lou let them out. He was going to clean the bloody elevator and then go home for the night himself. As Harry opened the door for Susie and let her in, he could tell that she was impressed with the car.
He got in on the driver's side, then pulled the door closed. He started to car, then asked her where she lived.
Harry was pissed when she told him she lived in Queens. He hadn't been planning to drive all the way out there, but he had no choice. They had a nice talk, and Susie told him that she'd been working at the store for almost a year, and this was the first time anything like that had ever happened to her.
Harry eventually put his arm around her shoulder, and it wasn't long before he was touching her tits through her blouse. He could feel how hard her nipple was, and he started to pinch it.
As he did, Susie moved her hand to his cock and started to rub the bulge through his pants. Harry shifted his weight a little bit.
He could feel the pleasure surging in his dick as she stroked him.
"Why don't you suck it?" he asked, as casually as he could. "I think that you would really love it if you sucked it."
"While you're driving?" she asked.
"I've never had an accident yet,' Harry said. "In fact, I love it even more while I'm driving. It feels sensational."
As he spoke, he stroked her long red hair, then pulled her head down to his groin. She opened his zipper slowly, hesitating a bit because she still wasn't sure. Harry reached down and pulled his hard-on out of his open fly.
"Come on, baby," he said. "You want to suck it, don't you?"
As he asked her, he ran his hand over her crotch. He squeezed her pussy through her skirt, then started to pull it up.
It was times like this when he was glad his car was an automatic, rather than a shift. Most people who saw the foreign job tended to think that it would naturally be a shift, but Harry had made sure it was an automatic for just such occasions.
As he slid his fingers into into her panties, he could feel how wet she was. She opened her mouth then and moved it down the length of his cock. He started to moan as she began to suck his dick, nice and hard.
"Terrific, Susie," Harry said, thrusting his ass up and down a little and giving the car more gas at the same time. "Terrific."
He could feel her pussy spasming around his fingers, and he loved that.
The harder he fingered her, the more she came. And the more she came, the more she put into her cock sucking. He could feel her sucking him almost twice as hard when she started to come steadily, her juices rolling down his fingers.
He loved the way that felt, and the scent permeated the car and made his whole body surge with pleasure.
His cock started to pulsate in her mouth, and he knew that he was going to come.
She was doing a nice number on him, and in some ways, he was very glad that there was so little traffic. If he had been in the middle of a rush hour, or something comparable, he knew that he never would have made it.
The car swerved a little bit as he started to pump his come into her mouth. He could hear her moaning even louder as she swallowed his come and pulled on his balls, attempting to drain them completely dry.
Harry moved his cunt-probing finger to the steering wheel, then moved his other hand to the window. He opened it a little so that a cool wind blew over his face and dried up all the passion sweat.
Susie kept her head nestled in his lap until he pulled up in front of her apartment building. It wasn't until then that she lifted her head and smiled at him. She adjusted her panties, then started to open the door.
"Well, thanks for everything," she said. "If I can be of any further help, I want you to get in touch with me."
"Thanks," Harry said, stuffing his cock back into his pants. He knew that she, like most of the broads he made it with, was going to be after him. As long as he was going to be working in the department store for a while, it was nice to know.
As he started back to Manhattan, he started to think that he hadn't minded the ride to Queens at all.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Robert Licht saw the blonde head of hair moving back and forth, that seemed to add even more to the pleasure in his cock. That pleasure was starting to move throughout his whole body, and that made it even better.
On occasion, when Mary, the blonde who was on her knees doing the nice sucking job, pulled her head back, Robert could see his dick from the root, down the shaft, to wherever her mouth was. He liked it the best when she just held his cock head between her lips and flicked her tongue back and forth over the piss slit.
For Robert knew that his most sensitive part was his cock head. Sometimes, he could even feel a little pleasure from it when he was limp, but he always felt the most terrific pleasure from it when it was hard.
As he felt himself starting to pulsate, he grabbed Mary's blonde hair and slowed her down just a little bit.
"Hey, I don't wanna come in your mouth, baby. I wanna fill that hot blonde pussy of yours, know what I mean?"
"What time is is?" Mary asked, and she had enough sense to rub his cock against her soft cheek while she spoke, so that his pleasure waves wouldn't subside in the least.
"Only ten after," Robert said, looking at his watch.
It meant that they still had another fifty minutes before they had to get back to work at the large department store. Robert, an ambitious if foolish young man, had found this small secluded spot his second day on the job, and ever since, he had been bringing different salesgirls and cashiers back there for a special kind of lunch hour.
It was so easy, especially for a boy in his position.
He had graduate college after four years of studying history. He thought that it was the greatest thing in the world, until he stepped out of that idyllic surrounding known as college and faced what he learned was a real hard world.
Being a major in history meant shit. There was nothing that he could do, except go on for a Master's Degree and then see what.
Somehow, Robert had figured that the Master's Degree would only lead to more shit, so, like thousands and thousands of students just out of college, he had started to pound the pavements looking for a job.
Luckily for him, it didn't take too long. He found a job in an executive training program at the department store. Of course, for a start, it wasn't that much, but he knew that after he went through all the bullshit training sessions, then served his time as a regular floor worker, dealing with the customers (something that he knew he wouldn't have to do when he became an executive), he would eventually be moved up.
At first, when he had started working on the floors, moving from area to area, sometimes even filling in for a cashier when she had to go to lunch, he had hated it.
However, he learned, in a matter of days, that there were tremendous advantages to his position. The other cashiers knew that he was going to be moved up soon, mainly because he wore a name tag that not only had his name, but also said 'executive in training' underneath the name. That meant something to them.
Within three days time, it seemed like every girl had come on to him more than once. Somehow, they probably figured that when he moved up, he would remember them and treat them quite nicely, with raises and every other benefit.
Robert had figured that the girls were looking for those things in him a long time ago, and so, he usually didn't pay much attention to them unless they were putting out. And sometimes, even when they were putting out and he was thrusting his hard cock into an eager pussy of some eager-to-move-up broad, he would remember just why the girl was fucking him and fuck her even harder.
In short, his lust sometimes turned to anger, and that anger resulted in a hard painful fuck. It was never painful for him, however.
Robert had noticed Mary, the beautiful blonde whose tongue was now doing a nice job licking his cock, the second day on the job. He had wanted her then, but she had been playing it quite cool.
Then, suddenly, on this Monday morning, she had started to come on to him.
Robert had told her all about his secret place, a stock closet for the smaller housewares merchandise, and he had been happy when she showed up.
Once, some bitch had stood him up. When that had happened, Robert had seen to it that the girl was overworked to the point where she wanted to quit. After all, if he had fired her, she would have collected unemployment.
Such was the power of his job.
And such was the surging power of his cock, for as Mary continued to lick him, he could feel his cock pulsating so hard, that he sensed he had gone past the point of no return. He knew that he was going to have to shoot in her mouth.
As long as it was going to happen, he wanted to be in deep. He grabbed Mary by the back of the head and then pulled her forward so hard that her nose was buried in his thick brown pubic patch. His cock pulsated in the back of her throat.
Then he started to shoot his come in her mouth. He could feel her gagging a little bit as he shot all the way in the back of her throat, but that didn't stop her from swallowing it all. She managed to pull her head back just a bit, in order to catch the last few drops of his come on her tongue.
As she licked her lips, quite pleased, she let his limp cock fall from her mouth.
He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her, feeling it was his duty. Then he pulled her sweater up over her tits, pulled her bra down below her tits so that the two round mounds were exposed, and he started to pinch her nipples.
"That feels nice," she moaned, as her stiff pink beauties started to throb under his touch. "So nice."
.Robert didn't really care. He just wanted to get her pussy wet, and get her a little hot so that she'd be easy to slide into when he was ready to fuck her.
He was happy to see how she moved her hands down to her skirt, unzipped the side, then slid out of the skirt and her panties at the same time.
He saw her thick blonde bush, then moved his fingers down and started to rub her red, wet pussy lips. They felt pretty nice.
"Oh, eat me," she said to him.
He shook his head no. It wasn't that he had anything against eating pussies, but rather, that it was only noon, and he hadn't had anything to eat all day. Eating a cunt on an empty stomach usually made him nauseous, and he had to work until six that night.
"I'm not in the mood now," he said.
"You'll have to settle for my fingers." He started to wiggle her clit back and forth, and he could hear her moaning softly. She seemed to love what he was doing, and he thought it was okay.
She moved her lips to his, and brushed them over his cheek afterwards. She let her tongue touch his neck, and he could feel a slow surging in his dick.
"Did you hear about the rapes in the store this weekend?" she asked him, letting her hand wander down to his cock.
"No," he said. "What about them?"
"One happened on Saturday, and one on Sunday. You were working those days, so I'm surprised you didn't hear about them. Although, they did happen late each day, around the time when the store was getting ready to close."
Robert could feel Mary's pussy starting to spasm around his fingers, and he knew that she was ready to be fucked. The only thing was, he was still limp. As he looked at his watch, it didn't seem to make a difference. They still had forty minutes.
"Tell me about it," he said. ' "Well, I feel responsible for one of them, in a way," she told him. "I mean, well, you have to promise not to say anything to anyone about it."
"I promise," he said.
"What do you think about lesbians?"
"Uch! They gross the shit out of me. The only thing worse than a lesbian is a fucking fag, know what I mean? They're ever more disgusting."
"Oh."
Suddenly, Mary knew she had to change her story a little. For Mary was the blonde salesgirl who had been cruising Eileen, when Eileen's girlfriend Arlene had been raped in the dressing room. Mary worked in the lingerie department, and one of the things she loved about that place was all the hot women.
That did not mean she was strictly gay. She loved a cock every so often, too, and she had absolutely adored Robert's. Of course, there were other things that she loved about Robert, too, mainly, his position.
But Mary knew how to change a story fast.
"You see, I was working in the lingerie department when one happened. There were these two girls who came in. They were dykes, it was obvious. I tried to stay away from them. I gave one of them a few bras to try on, and they both went into the dressing room. Well, one tried on all three, and then the other came out to get some more. While she was out, she started to cruise me. I kept backing away. The thought of it made me sick. Anyway, while we were out there, someone was raping her friend."
"Really?"
"That's right," Mary said. "She was being raped right up the ass."
Suddenly, Robert's cock surged to life. He started to thrust it back and forth in Mary's hand faster, just so she'd think that the extra fast thrusting was the thing responsible for his rapid growth.
He knew that it wasn't, however.
Still, once he was hard, nothing else seemed to matter to Mary but getting him inside of her pussy. She lay back on some cartons, spreading her cunt so wide that Robert could look deep inside her. He moved closer to her and started to rub his cock head against her pussy. When she let go of her pussy lips, they snapped back around his cock, holding his cock head inside of her cunt.
Then he thrust his way deep into her pussy and started to fuck her good and hard. As he did, he made sure to finger her pink nipples, just to keep them aroused.
Robert loved the way her cunt felt. It had to be one of the tighest pussies he had fucked during his few months on the job, and since there was usually a steady change in staff (for a cashier only lasted so long) he had made it with a lot of women.
Some of them had pussies that were so stretched out, he would find his cock floundering around inside. But Mary wasn't like that at all.
He could feel her cunt muscles spasming around his cock from the moment of entry, and the more he thrust, the harder she spasmed. He knew it was because of her clit. While he had been fingering it, he had been quite impressed with its size. Now that he was fucking her, he could actually feel her love button rubbing over his cock.
"Oh, Robert, this is the most sensational fuck I can ever remember," Mary moaned.
She was lying, of course. He was all right as a lover, but definitely not the best. However, she was never forgetting his position. She was even thinking that once he had his own office and needed a secretary, maybe he would keep her in mind. It would much better than working as a fucking salesgirl and cashier.
Robert's cock started to pulse in her pussy quite fast, and he kept thrusting harder and harder in the hopes that he'd come soon.
For as he fucked her, he managed to look at his watch. It was only twelve-thirty. If he could come and be cleaned up in five minutes, he thought, he would still have time to go down to the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat.
And if he stayed down in the cafeteria past one, the end of his lunch hour, then fuck it. That was an executive advantage.
Robert started to come in her pussy as he thought about it. Sometimes, orgasms were just a mind over matter thing, he knew. If he really wanted to come bad, all he had to do was concentrate on it and it was happening.
She moaned a little bit more, and he wasn't at all sure if she was coming. He didn't really care. He had decided, in the long run, that Mary hadn't been worth the wait. Since she had been spotted his first day at work, and since many months had gone by before he had a chance to get her, he had been expecting a lot more.
As he started to go limp, he pulled out of her pussy and reached for his handkerchief. He wiped the dripping come off his cock, then stuffied it back into his pant.
Mary lay there, rather shocked. She had been able to tell how cold he was by the fuck, but this was too much.
"You're leaving already?" she asked him.
"Yes, Meggy. I haven't had time to eat today, and I'm starved."
"The name's Mary," she said.
"I'm sorry. Look, Mary, it was really terrific, and we're going to have to get together again sometime soon, okay?"
Mary started to pull on her panties as Robert reached for the handle to open the stock room door. He was just about to open it when she spoke.
"There was something that I was planning on telling you, but maybe I won't now."
He didn't open the door. Instead, he turned to face her.
"Come on. Confess. What is it?"
"I don't know if I want to tell you. You certainly do know how to treat a girl like she's a piece of shit, don't you? Maybe you're him."
"Who?"
"The rapist. I don't know. Anyway, all I wanted to tell you is that there's this detective going around the store. He'll be here for a few days, questioning everyone."
"Oh? And how did you know that?"
"We're not supposed to know it. None of us are. You know how defensive a person can get when they know they're being questioned. Still, I have my ways."
Mary didn't want to tell him that her friend Susie, the girl who worked in at the information booth on the fourth floor, had called her Sunday night as soon as Harry Bales dropped her off in front of her house.
Susie had also told Mary what a terrific cock Harry had, but Mary hadn't met him yet so she didn't know for sure.
"And what made you think I'd care?" Robert' Licht asked Mary then. He had not taken his hand from the door handle because he was determined to leave.
"I don't know. I just thought you might want to know."
"Well, thank you for telling me. See you around."
With those words, Robert opened the door to the stock closet, then walked out, pulling the door closed behind him. As far as he was concerned, Mary was now a thing of the past. There was no future with her, either.
Robert took the elevator down to the staff cafeteria. He was glad that it was about twelve-forty now. That meant all the people who had lunch at twelve had already been served, and the ones who ate at one didn't come down for twenty minutes. There was no line, and he ordered a sandwich and some coffee.
The prices were pretty cheap downstairs, but that, Robert thought, was the only good thing about the food. Other than the cheap price, the food tasted like shit.
As he carried his tray to an empty table, he looked around and spotted a few familiar faces. Most of them were girls he had had. He nodded at them, but didn't smile.
Smiling, he had decided, might have given them the idea that he was interested. He just didn't want them getting the wrong idea.
He couldn't have been eating for more than five minutes when a tall, handsome man with red hair sat down across from him at his table. Robert looked up, acknowledging the man's presence, then looked back at his food.
"My name is Harry Bales," the redheaded man said. "I heard that your name is Robert Licht, am I right?"
Robert didn't even have to think twice to realize that this was the detective that Mary had been telling him about. He smiled at the man and beckoned for him to sit. Robert figured that the more kind he was to the man, the more satisfied the man would be with his answers, and best of all, the faster the man would leave.
"What can I do for you?" Robert asked, after swallowing his sandwich.
"I don't know if you're aware of it, but two women were raped in this store over the weekend. Did you know that?"
"Someone just told me. But let me ask you something now," Robert said, trying to be sly. He wanted the man to confess to being a private detective. "Why are you even bothering to ask me. What about Lou Fisher? Isn't he the detective?"
"He's just a store detective," Harry said.
"Look, I'll tell you the truth about me because you are an executive, and as such, I take it that you don't mingle with the rest of the staff too often."
Robert wanted to tell the man that the only time he mingled with the staff was when he had his hard cock up the cunt of one of the girls, but he figured that it wouldn't sound too good. So he just kept quiet and nodded.
"So I will tell you that I'm a friend of Lou's, and I've been called in to try and stop this man. This rapist. Whoever the hell he is."
"And what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, from what I heard, you were working in the store this weekend. I was wondering if, while you were working, you happened to notice anything suspicious. For instance, the man who did the raping supposedly wore a trench coat and a wide brimmed hat. Did you happen to see anyone like that?"
"No," Robert said, rather coldly and curtly.
"Hey, come on. You're really not thinking. I can tell."
"Look, Mr. Bales, don't you think that I'd remember a man if I saw him running through the store in a trench coat and wide brimmed hat. You have to admit that ever since the early days of movies, a man who dresses like that looks suspicious to everyone."
"True," Harry said.
Harry was having trouble figuring out Robert Licht. There was something about the man that he thought was rather strange. Specifically, it was the fact that Robert seemed to be a little hot-headed, and as far as Harry could tell, there was no reason for it.
"Anyway," Harry continued, "I was just wondering if you've noticed anything strange about any of your employees. For instance, this store has a lot of help. A lot of salesmen and stockboys, and anyone of them could be the potential rapist."
"Are you ruling me out then?" Robert asked, sarcastically.
"I don't know what you mean by that."
"You didn't mention the executives. You're looking at me like you suspect me, yet you're not saying anything about it."
"Look, Mr. Licht, right now I suspect everyone. I just didn't mention the executives because I thought you might take it personally. I didn't realize that failing to mention them would make you take it even more personally."
There was anger in Harry's voice, and Robert could sense it. As far as Robert was concerned, he could have overstepped his bounds. For he suddenly started to realize that the more angry he was getting, the more suspicious he was making himself.
"I'm sorry," Robert said to him. "I'm sorry for blowing off steam like that. It was just a shitty weekend for me."
"I can understand that," Harry said, thinking about his own weekend. Aside from Mary,' his divorcee client whom he had fucked on Sunday, it had been a pretty bad weekend for him, too. When he had gotten home late last night, she hadn't been there. Instead, she had gone berserk in his bedroom and she had cut his sheets to shreds with a knife.
"Then let's start all over," Robert said to him. "Anything else?"
"Just the fact that the rapist had anal intercourse with both women, which is something pretty rare. Usually, a man rapes a woman so he can fuck her pussy, right?"
"Right," Robert said. "Shit, I can't imagine anyone wanting to fuck an ass. The only people who do that are fags. Shit, why the fuck would any straight man want to do that? A fag, I can understand. They're sick fucking people."
"Not as sick as a man who'd rape a woman, anally or vaginally."
"No! Sicker. Fucking sick fags. Once they wanted to hire this guy, and I was sure he was a fruit. He was trying to put on a good act to make us think that he was straight, but I could tell by the limp wrists. We've got no fags working here."
Harry could tell how narrow-minded Robert was, and he was tired of talking with him.
"Yes, well, I'll keep everything that you say in mind," Harry told him. "In the meantime, if you notice anything suspicious, let me know, or let Lou Fisher know."
Harry stood up, and was a little surprised when Robert didn't stand up to shake his hand. After all, it was common decency.
As soon as Harry walked out of the room, Robert took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat" off his brow. Somehow, being interrogated had made him quite nervous. He stood up and walked back to the serving counter and ordered another cup of coffee.
He didn't make it back to the sales floor until one-twenty, but nobody said anything to him. However, he couldn't get Harry Bales out of his mind for the rest of the day. The man scared him a little because he was into prying.
And Robert had his own secrets that he was afraid to let out.
From five in the afternoon, until six, closing time, Robert noticed that there was a great deal of tension in the store. He knew it was because both rapes during the weekend had occurred during the final hour of business, and everyone was probably thinking that there was going to be another rape.
When it was six, Robert was the first one to punch out.
In some ways, he didn't mind leaving work at six. The subways were empty by that time, so he had a seat all the way uptown. He bought a paper and was surprised to see that there was a small article on page ten about the rapes at the store. Very few details were given, including the names of the victims.
As he walked upstairs out of the subway, he stopped at a pizza shop and bought himself a hero to eat at home. Then he started to run home so that the food wouldn't get cold. He took the elevator up to his apartment and opened the door.
As soon as he was inside, he could smell the cooking.
"Is that you?" he yelled out, and then she appeared at the kitchen entrance.
"Bobby, baby," Amy said to him. "How've you been?"
The black -haired girl ran up to him and kissed him hard on the lips, running her hands through his tousled brown hair at the same time. When she pressed her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it eagerly.
Robert could feel his dick starting to throb under his pants, and Amy seemed to notice it right away, too, for she moved her hand there and started to rub it.
"When did you get back from your mother's?" Robert asked.
"Just today. I was going to stay a few more days, but from the moment I arrived, we started fighting again. She still hates the fact that we're living together and not married, and because I couldn't stand her bullshit anymore, I left early."
"Glad you did," Robert said.
"Hey, what's that in your hand?"
"An eggplant hero. I didn't know you'd be back and I bought myself some dinner on the way home. Would you like to split it?"
Amy stepped back and put her hands on her hips. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse, and Robert could see her two brown nipples under the sheer fabric. Her shaggy black hair hung to her shoulders. She also wore tight jeans, and the V of her crotch looked incredibly inviting. She smiled slyly.
"Is that what you've been eating while I've been gone? Then thank God I'm home. Bobby, baby, you can kill yourself with that shit, don't you know that? I have a great steak for you in the oven, on low, so it will be ready for you soon."
"On low?" he asked, moving his hands to her tits and rubbing them through her blouse. "That sounds pretty interesting."
"You mean it means we have more time," she said.
With those words, she pulled her blouse over her head and exposed her two ripe tits. Then she opened her pants zipper and slid them down. As usual, she wore no panties, and Robert did notice one change. She had trimmed her black pussy bush.
He sunk to his knees and moved his mouth to her cunt. As he ran his tongue over her pussy lips, she started to thrust it back and forth against his face. He could soon taste her juices as her pussy lips got wet with excitement.
Once they were wet, he slid his tongue into her cunt tunnel and started to lick her clit. He flicked it back and forth a few times, and when she started to thrust her cunt too fast, he grabbed her ass cheeks and held her so that she slowed down.
He could feel her pussy juices starting to flow steadily in a few seconds, and he caught all her sweet juices on his tongue. Her ass was beginning to get wet with sweat, too, and he rubbed the sweat back into her buttocks.
She moaned even louder, and then she exploded. There was so much come that Robert couldn't even lap it all up. He let some of it drip down his chin, but he didn't mind at all. The flavor of what he swallowed was good enough.
As he started to stand up, she began to sink to her knees.
It had been over two weeks since Amy had left, and she was quite anxious to taste Robert's cock once again. She opened her mouth wide and took him all the way down her throat, and he could feel the way her gagging throat was working on his cock.
The contractions were enough to make him swell to a full hard-on.
He held Amy's black hair and started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She knew just how to use her tongue to stimulate him to the fullest. As he would pull back, she would always make sure to flick her tongue back and forth over his cock head. That way, the pleasure always increased.
At one point, she let his cock fall from her mouth and moved her hand there instead. There was so much saliva on his cock that her jerking hand felt good. And in the meanwhile, she was able to suck on his balls.
As Robert felt a tremendous surging in his dick, he suddenly pulled back.
He had just been sucked off that morning by Mary, the salesgirl, and he didn't want to be sucked off again. He wanted to fuck.
"Come on, Amy," he said, pinching her nipples. "Let's fuck. It's been the longest time and there's nothing that I would rather do more than fuck."
Amy smiled at him, but she understood. She stood up and then started to undress him, pulling off his tie, shirt, and jacket. Then she pulled his pants all the way down and he stepped out of them and his shoes at the same time.
They were both naked as they walked toward the bedroom. She was pulling him by his glistening with saliva cock. When they arrived in the bedroom, Amy lay face forward against the foot of the bed.
Robert took hold of his hard cock and rubbed it some more. Then he rubbed it against her buttocks from behind. He loved rear entry.
He rammed his cock into her cunt and moved his fingers around so that he could work her pussy from the front. Once he had hold of her clit, he started to wiggle it so fast that she was coming in a matter of seconds.
He moaned as he felt her pussy starting to get so wet that his cock slid easily. He waited until his cock was full of her come and lubricated enough.
Then he pulled out of her cunt and moved his cock up to her asshole.
Amy knew that he was going to enter her ass, and she buried her head in the pillow. She never minded it, for it happened so often. Still, after two weeks, she knew that it was going to take a few minutes for her asshole to stretch wide enough.
That didn't stop Robert from ramming his way deep into her asshole with one swift thrust. He could hear Amy muffling a moan, and he waited in her asshole until he felt her muscles stretch a bit to accommodate him.
Then he moved his hands under her tits and started to squeeze her nipples. He could feel how they were throbbing, and he knew that meant she was getting into the ass fuck. Once he knew that, he started to thrust his cock in and out of her asshole, hard. He could feel his brown-haired groin slapping against her buttocks each time he thrust in, and she would usually moan then.
He continued to play with her pussy, wiggling her clit with his fingers so that her cunt pleasures would stay at a high.
When he felt her starting to come in her pussy, her asshole muscles began to contract around his cock. That only made her asshole tighter, and that only increased the pleasure that Robert could feel in his cock.
He felt himself starting to pulsate hard, and then he started to shoot his come into her asshole. His ejaculations were quite powerful, and he felt as if all the energy was draining out of him and into her. As he finished coming, he collapsed on top of her.
And that, he knew, was his secret. If Harry Bales were ever to learn how much he loved anal intercourse, Robert knew he would be the prime suspect.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't believe you," Arlene Taylor said as she spoke through the door. She checked to make sure all the locks were locked, and when she saw the chain hanging, she slipped it on, just as an extra precaution.
"Believe me," the man behind the door said. "I'm telling you that my name is Harry Bales and I'm a private detective. I'm here to talk to you about what happened."
"Prove it."
"If you would just open the door, I'll show you some identification. But unless you open the door, I can't."
"Slip it under the door," she said. "Slip it under. If I open the door, I know that you're going to smash right in and rape me."
Arlene could hear some shuffling outside, then she heard the man say that it was coming under., She saw a small card being slipped under the door. She bent down to pick it up and saw that there was a small picture of the man, and his name, signature and a statement that he was, indeed, a private detective.
She looked through the peephole again to make sure that the man outside looked like the man on the card, then started to open the door.
As soon as she let him in, she slammed the door closed and locked it.
Harry smiled at Arlene. He was glad that he had decided to dress comfortably that day, in a pair of nice jeans and an expensive foreign cut shirt, for Arlene was only wearing jeans herself. She also wore a tight yellow blouse, and at first, Harry could not believe that this girl was a lesbian.
"I'm sorry that I acted like such a cunt," Arlene said. "I can't help it thought. I've been very scared ever since this whole thing happened."
"That's quite understandable," Harry said.
It was Tuesday morning, and Harry was happy that Monday had gone okay, meaning that there had been no rape. He had decided that Tuesday would have been a good day to interview both of the victims, thinking that they would have recovered by then.
It was obvious to him that Arlene still hadn't, but he didn't want her to think that there was anything wrong with that. It would only make her more nervous.
"Would you like some coffee?" Arlene asked. "Eileen always makes a pot in the morning and we keep it warm all day."
"Eileen?" Harry asked, checking the layout of the apartment.
"My roommate," Arlene said.
Harry knew better once again, but he didn't say anything. He figured that during the course of their conversation, the truth about Eileen and Arlene's relationship was bound to come out. He didn't mind at all. He was such an open-minded man.
They walked into the kitchen and Arlene poured two cups of coffee. Then they sat at the kitchen table, and Harry began his questions.
"Where is your roommate?" he asked.
"Working. I would have gone to work, too, but I'm still scared to go out. I called them and they understood how I felt. I was given the week off. Isn't that nice?"
"Terrific, Miss Taylor. But to tell you the truth, you really can't hide in this apartment forever. You have to go out sometime."
"That's what Eileen told me Saturday when she dragged me to the store. Look what happened there."
"Do you mean that you were scared to go out before Saturday?"
"Yes," she said, and Harry could tell that she was ready to cry. That was the one thing he could have lived without. "You see, I was attacked a few days before then, too. I was scared to go out then. But Eileen dragged me out."
"I can understand how you feel then," Harry said.
As he spoke, he accidentally rubbed his leg against hers under the table. When she made no move to pull it away, but rather, just smiled at him, he started to wonder if she was strictly gay.
"I'm glad someone understands," Arlene said. "Eileen still thinks I'm crazy. She thinks that I should have recovered on Sunday and then started to work again on Monday. Shit, it took me almost three days to go out after the first attack, and that man never really did anything to me except...."
"What?" Harry asked. "Look, I understand that attackers sometimes do personal things. You can be honest with me."
"He made me suck him off. He was going to fuck me, but then there were footsteps and then the cops came, and he was gone."
"I see," Harry said. "So that rape, in some terms, was never consummated. But it was still an attack, and I can see how it bothered you."
"Thank you," Arlene said.
She was beginning to like Harry a lot, mainly for his understanding, but just as much, for his looks. She thought that he was incredibly handsome with his squared jaw and his lovely red-orange hair. If someone was looking for a man to describe the ultimate in masculinity, she would have suggested Harry Bales.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you something very personal now," Harry sto her, after taking another sip of coffee. "Are you gay?"
Arlene looked shocked at first, but when he rubbed his leg against hers even harder, the shock suddenly seemed to disappear.
"Right now I can say that I am. Yes. Definitely. I mean, I am because I'm involved with a woman. Eileen. However, I've been having thoughts."
"Of men?" Harry asked her.
"Do you promise not to tell anyone this?" Arlene asked, leaning a little closer because of her extreme paranoia that the walls had ears.
"Everything you tell me is in the strictest of confidence."
"When the man attacked me in the park and made me start to suck him, I didn't mind it. It had been so long since I had had a cock. The last time was years ago, and I had had quite a number before then. The thing was, I was looking for a man to really excite me. When none of them did, I decided I was gay."
"Does your lover excite you?"
"Very much. But you see, that man in the park started to excite me, too. I was already wet by the time he was getting ready to fuck me, and then he didn't. Now overall, it did scare me and made me afraid to go out. But I couldn't get the thought of a cock out of my mind, if you know what I mean?"
"Well, actually, no! Although I could relate to cunts, if you know what I mean?"
Arlene started to laugh, as did Harry. She was falling for him more and more because of his witty, charming way with things. She had a tremendous desire to touch him, but she held back. Only their legs remained touching under the table.
"Let me ask you another thing then," Harry said. "When the man attacked you in the dressing room, did you look forward to what he was going to do?"
"I'm not sure," Arlene said. "Everything happened so fast. First he gagged me with one bra, then he tied my hands with another. And then, he pulled off my skirt and panties and started to rub his cock against my ass from behind. I thought that he was going to fuck my cunt, and maybe I didn't mind that. But when he entered my ass, all the sexual feelings left me and all I felt was pain."
"I see," Harry said.
"Hey, you're not taking any notes," Arlene told him. "How are you going to remember all the things I'-m telling you?"
"This mind remembers all," Harry said, especially when the woman telling me the facts is as attractive as you are."
Arlene smiled, and Harry smiled back. There was a moment of electricity between them, and in some ways, it thrilled Arlene as much as it scared her. She broke their eye contact by getting up to pour more coffee.
"Anyway," she said, "I think that rapist has set me on one direction for the rest of my life. I'll never think about another cock again."
As far as cocks went, Harry could feel his stiffening under his pants. It wasn't only the fact that Arlene was attractive, but even more, it was all the talk about sex that was arousing him. There had been so many references to fucking and cocks and cunts, that Harry was only responding the way he usually did.
"I honestly don't think that you should limit yourself like that just because one man fucked your asshole. Most men aren't like that."
"You might be right," Arlene said, sitting down again after having poured the coffee. "Still, if there's no cock, then there's no threat."
Harry suddenly knew he had to touch her leg. He moved his hand under the table and squeezed her leg, a few inches above the knee.
"I would never threaten you like that if I had the chance," the red-haired detective said, smiling. "I would be gentle."
"Would you?" Arlene asked.
Suddenly, the thought of making it with this man was most pleasing to her. She placed her hand on top of his and started to squeeze it gently.
"I'd be more than happy to," Harry said to her.
Arlene stood up and took his hand. He followed her down the hall to her bedroom, and once they were there, she closed the door. She turned and kissed him on the lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth.
Harry started to thrust his groin against her crotch. He was fully hard already, and willing to fuck her on the spot. However, he knew that he had a particularly difficult situation to deal with.
Arlene was letting him make it with her, and he was obviously the first man she had been with in years, aside from the rapists who were only forcing themselves on her. He knew that he was going to have to do a terrific job in order to convince her that men were as competent as women when it came to lovers.
As he kissed her, he moved his fingers to her blouse buttons and opened them slowly. He started to pull on her nipples gently, and he could feel them responding. Soon, both of her brown beaties were rock hard and throbbing.
Harry moved his mouth down to one and started to suck on it. At the same time, he could feel Arlene rubbing her hand over his back. He started to unbutton his shirt so he could feel her hand on his naked back. Skin against skin always felt better than skin through cloth.
As he opened his shirt and pulled it out of his pants, Arlene yanked it off. She moved one hand under his chest and started to rub the warm chest fur, while her other hand continued to stroke his back.
Meanwhile, Harry was alternating, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other and sucking so well that Arlene could feel spasms in her pussy.
Eventually, she moved one hand down to her cunt and started to rub herself through her jeans. When Harry saw that, he knew it was time to move his mouth down. He started to lick his way down her belly, unzipping her jeans at the same time.
He slid her jeans and her panties down together, then looked at her brown-haired pussy patch and red pussy lips.
"You look so beautiful," he said, and then he clamped his mouth against her pussy and started to suck on it. She could feel her small clit wiggling back and forth in the suction breeeze created by his mouth action.
He cupped her ass with both hands and started to rub her buttocks. However, Harry made sure not to move his fingers toward her asshole. The one thing that he didn't want to do was threaten her with asshole entry, for he was sure that she would freak out on him and start screaming.
As he stuck his tongue in her cunt and started to wiggle her clit back and forth, Arlene massaged his muscular shoulders.
She could feel her pussy spasming lightly because of the terrific job that he was doing.
She knew that he was putting his best into it, and she moaned a little more than she was actually feeling the urge to.
On a comparative level, his cunt licking didn't come close to Eileen's. However, Arlene kept remembering that Eileen was another woman with another cunt, and she would surely know what to do with a cunt to make it work as good as possible. Harry, on the other hand, was a man and he knew only what he had learned from eating other women.
Harry could sense, from the length of time it was taking her to spasm forth her pussy juices, that his licking was not working to its best advantage.
"Hey, just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it," he said to her.
Arlene smiled at him when he said that.
"I'd love for you to nibble on my clit with your lips. Not your teeth, but just your lips. I love it like that."
Harry spread her cunt lips as wide as he could, until her erect clit was exposed. He placed his warm, wet lips over the clit and started to suck on it. As the same time, he flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip of it, just like he had done to her nipples while he had been sucking them.
He knew it was working by the way her pussy started to spasm hard and fast. He could feel her pussy juices rolling out of her cunt and onto his chin. He thought about licking them all up, but decided, in the long run, that he would just let them drip.
After all, he had just come from interviewing Jackie Post about her rape. Jackie was still in the hospital, so he couldn't do much with her. Still, she had wanted him to eat her pussy, and so he had.
He hadn't fucked her, however, and so, he was really looking forward to fucking Arlene. Anyway, as far as he was concerned, Arlene was much better looking that Jackie. For in reality, Jackie was a much more stunning woman, but the thing that Harry thought made her look more ugly than anything else, was the fact that she knew she was stunning. It showed through in every action and every gesture.
"Oh God," Arlene started to moan. "This isn't bad."
She pulled her pussy away from his face and then walked to her bed. She lay back and spread her legs, then rubbed her cunt to entice him even more.
"You want me to fuck you now?" Harry asked.
"Yes," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me real good. Remember, I haven't been fucked in the longest time. I'm going to judge all men by you."
Harry had had worse challenges in his day.
He moved his hand to his belt buckle and opened it slowly. Then he unsnapped his pants, opened the zipper, then pulled them down. His hard cock jumped right out when he pulled down his underwear.
Arlene moaned as she looked at his thick, throbbing cock. She loved the way it looked, and she loved it even more because of the way it was buried in a thick patch of red pubic hair. She had never been with a redhead before, male or female.
Harry was jerking his cock as he moved closer and closer to her pussy. He started to rub his cock head against her pussy lips, and then he entered her good and hard. He could feel her pussy walls wrapping tightly around his dick from the minute he entered her until his climax, much later.
As he entered her all the way, he pressed his body weight on top of her.
"Some girls get off on flesh against flesh," he said. "That's why I love to rub my body against yours. Your tits are so soft. So are you."
"Well, in this case, I'm getting off on skin against hair," she said to him. "You have such a nice, hairy chest."
She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and felt the sweat of his ass. She was also able to control his thrusting rate that way.
As Arlene felt her first fucking orgasm overcoming her, she started to moan. She wrapped her arms tightly around his back and started to scratch him a little. That was how Harry knew she was coming good and hard.
He loved her for it, however. He thought that it was sensational to see a lesbian getting off on a cock after so long.
"Oh, Harry, you are fabulous," she moaned. "That cock of yours is the end."
Harry started to grind his cock in her cunt, just so he would make better contact with her clit. He figured that the longer he would keep her going, the more satisfied she would be. Plus, there was one other thing.
So far, he had only asked her circumstantial questions about her rape because he had sensed, from her nervous and paranoid manner, that she might not be fit to give him as good a description as she could remember about the rapist. He thought that if he could calm her down enough by fucking her good, she might be willing to talk some more.
Harry could feel his own cock starting to spasm in her cunt, and he slowed down a little bit. She was still coming good and hard, and he wanted to wait for her pussy pulsing orgasm to subside completely so he could build her up once more before he let himself come, too.
Simultaneous orgasms, he thought, always made girls hot.
He rested on top of her without thrusting, moving his mouth to hers and kissing her on the lips and on the cheek. He knew that she loved being kissed on the face because she kept sticking her tongue out for more.
When her pussy spasms subsided, he started to fuck her again. This time, he began grinding rather than thrusting, and it wasn't until she was spasming again that he started to thrust back and forth as hard as he could.
He could feel his balls slapping against her ass, and from the way she was moaning, she was loving it. When his cock started to pulsate in her cunt, he moaned in her ear.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I have to come."
His chest sweat was dripping all over her tits, and their bodies were making squishing sounds because of the way they were rubbing together. As he started to shoot his load inside of her, she came so hard that it made his orgasmic pleasure more intense than it had been in a long time.
He thought that a lot of the satisfaction came from the fact that he had managed to turn this lesbian girl on. Very few men could say the same.
As his cock started to go limp, he pulled out of her and rolled off, lying next to her on the bed. He moved his hand to her tit and started to rub it.
"Well, has your cock fantasy come true?" he asked, pinching her brown nipple.
"Yes," she said. "Quite true. The only thing now is that I'm worried about Eileen."
"Why?"
"I don't know if I should tell her about this or not. I think she'd be pretty mad if I told her that I fucked you and that I got turned on.
"Maybe not Did my fuck make you feel safe enough to go outside?"
"I think so," she said. "I mean, yes, it did."
"Good. You no longer have that fear of men and their cocks and what they're going to do to you. You see, some men can be more gentle than others, and you just have to look for the ones who are more gentle, got it?"
"Boy, did I get it," she said, smiling and reaching for his limp cock.
Harry was glad that she had something to play with, because he knew that he had reached the point where his questioning was going to get more intense.
"Now, Arlene, I have to ask you some things, and I hope that you won't get too freaked out when I ask you."
"No. I don't think anything will freak me out, considering the state I'm in now."
"Fine. First of all, I want you to tell me exactly how everything happened."
Arlene started going into explicit detail. She told him all about trying on the bras again, and how he had tied her up. She even told him that she had readied herself for the fuck, psychologically, but then, he had tricked her by fucking her ass.
"Is there anything else that you think you can remember?" he asked her. "Any detail would really come in handy. I mean, about the man. What he looked like."
"Well, I thought that he was dressed under the coat, because it looked like he was wearing pants. However, I think those pants legs were sewn to the inside of the coat, possibly, because when he opened it to fuck me, he was naked underneath."
"Now that's a good start," Harry said.
He meant it in one than one way. It was a good start toward a description, but also, because of Arlene's aggressive tugging at his limp cock, it was starting to stiffen again. That, he thought, was the best start of all.
"Anything else?" he asked her, rubbing her swollen nipple.
"He was wearing that hat. The wide-brimmed hat, so I couldn't make out too much of his face. There was a shadow that was cast by the hat, and I could only see his mouth and chin. Nothing more than that."
"Still, you can tell a lot about a man by his mouth and chin. What did he look like?"
"He had very straight white teeth, and a firm, straight jaw. Kind of solid looking. I remember that when he laughed, it was a terrifying laugh. But it was low enough so that only I could hear it. Eileen and the salesgirl were outside."
"And he came in from behind that curtain in the dressing room?"
"Yes," she said. "When Eileen and I had first looked there, when I first stepped into the dressing room to try on the bra, I noticed two or three people there. I think there was only one man and two women."
"What were they doing?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. I don't know what that room was there for."
"I do,'" the detective said. "That's their mail order room, where the mail orders are packed and then shipped out. Did it look like any of them were packing things?"
"The girls might have been doing that," Arlene said. "I didn't notice what the man was doing. I hardly even looked at them."
"When he ran out, I heard that your girlfriend ran after him. Did she see him?"
"No. By the time she made it to the back room, he had already fled. She didn't even see what he looked like from the back."
By 'that time, Harry's cock was fully hard, and Arlene was rubbing her fingers over tthe tip of it. She smeared a drop of come over his cock, Also, by that time, Harry had run out of questions. She had given him the best description that she possibly could, and he believed that she wasn't holding anything back. It was easy to think that way. After all, he had just made her come, bringing her to a most vulnerable point where she would have opened up to anyone.
He started to thrust his cock up and down in her clenched fist, and when Arlene saw that, she sat up and moved her mouth down to his cock.
"I just want to see if you taste as good as you feel."
She sucked his cock head between her lips, then started to take him all the way in the back of her throat. He moaned a great deal as she started to move her head up and down his shaft as fast as she could.
She pulled and squeezed his two fiery hot halls, and Harry could feel the orgasm building up inside of him fast. When he started to throb in her mouth, he warned her that he was going to be coming soon, and then he shot off.
She sucked the come right out of his dick, and he could feel his whole body sweating.
Harry was glad when she suggested that he take a shower before he left. He had a lot of other work to do that day, and he knew that he couldn't walk around smelling like he had been fucking for the rest of the day.
After he was dried and dressed, he stood by her front door and kissed her goodbye.
"I want to thank you for all the information you've given me," Harry said.
"It really wasn't that much," Arlene said, blushing.
"Of course it was. It was a start, and from that start, I can keep moving until I come to the finish. That, of course, is the capture of the rapist. Thanks."
"And I want to thank you for what you've done to me," Arlene said, just as he walked out. "And when you did it, you really did it good."
CHAPTER SIX
By Friday afternoon, Harry Bales was starting to lose hope. He was sitting in the cafeteria with Lou Fisher, talking about the few things that he had learned during his week of questioning most of the employees and the victims.
"The victims just can't give a full description of him, and most of the workers are just too scared to talk."
"Why should they be scared?" Lou asked.
"Look, Lou. I'm a stranger, and when I question each of them they seem to think that they're the prime suspects. Do you want to hear the funniest part about it? The girls I've questioned think that way, too."
"You're kidding," Lou said.
"Yeah. It's as if they think that I think they're the rapist. I don't know why. They don't have dicks. Sure, there's always a dildo, but I don't really think they make dildoes that come, and both of those women said that the rapist came in their assholes."
"Who knows?" Lou asked. "Maybe you should check out about dildos that shoot."
"Come on, Lou, be realistic. The person who got those girls was a man, mainly because of his strength. I'm not saying that there aren't strong women, but Arlene Taylor seems like a girl who would be strong enough to fight off any woman who attacked her. The only one she couldn't fight off would be a strong man."
"Well, at least there haven't been any incidents this week," Lou said. "Did you know that after the article appeared in the papers, business dropped off about thirty percent. The owner of the store wants this man caught."
"That's what I'm here for, and I'll try to do my best," Harry said.
As he sat over his cup of coffee, he started to think about his prime suspects. He had interviewed every employee at the store.
Number one on his list was a man named Jay Newhouse. Jay was thirty-three, and he was one of the salesmen in the women's sweater department. Harry had thought it odd that a man of Jay's age would still be doing something as menial as floor sales, especially when he checked the man's record and saw that he had been working at the store for almost ten years. One would have tended to think that a man would move up a little in ten years.
He had also caught Jay fucking one of the salesgirls in the stock closet. He had been passing by, on Wednesday, when he had heard a moaning sound coming from the closet. He had pulled it open and had witnessed a young brown-haired girl, face forward over a box of cartons. Jay Newhouse was thrusting his hardened cock in and out of the girl.
At first, Harry hadn't been able to tell if he was fucking her cunt or her asshole. He had started thinking that if the man was fucking her asshole, , he was definitely the rapist. However, as he moved closer, it was apparent that it was a cunt fuck, doggie style. Jay hardly even noticed Harry's entrance.
He had his eyes closed and his hands glued to the girl's hips. He was moaning like crazy, and then there reached a point where his face went red and Harry knew that the man was coming in the girl.
But the girl was moaning as if she was enjoying it, and not like she was pained.
Harry had cleared his throat as Jay pulled out, and that was when the two of them had both seen him. The brown-haired girl, who by that time had rolled over, tried to hide her pussy, but Harry had already seen it.
Jay explained that he was just fucking this young girl because she wanted it, and the girl agreed, telling Harry Bales that she had been begging Jay from the moment she met him. Jay also said he had an alibi. He didn't work on weekends.
Harry had believed that because it was all on his time sheet, but he did not count out the possibility that Jay could have come into the store anyway, carried out his raping deed, and. then left.
Number two on the list was David Miselle.
David was one of the executives at the store, and when Harry went in to talk with him, it was obvious that the man had just finished fucking his secretary. They talked for some time, and David was rather cold toward him.
It wasn't until Harry left his office and had a chat with his secretary that he made David a suspect. His secretary had pulled Harry aside, and she had told him that it was urgent that they talk.
He was told to come back at one, when David Miselle went to lunch.
That was on Thursday. When Harry arrived, David's black-haired secretary, Lily, pulled him into David's empty office. Before Harry knew what was happening, Lily was rubbing his cock through his pants and getting him aroused.
She sunk to her knees and then pulled his dick out of his pants. She started to suck on it hard, and he could feel his cock ready to shoot. It wasn't until then that Lily stood up, pulled her skirt up, pulled her panties down, and begged him to fuck her up the ass. Harry had fucked a couple of asses in his life, but deep down, he was purely a cunt man. The thought of fucking an ass didn't appeal to him, and usually, he didn't get aroused until after his cock was inside of the asshole and moving back and forth.
He had said those exact words to Lily, and although she seemed upset, she was also very understanding. In the end, she rolled over on her back and asked him to fuck her cunt. Harry had been more than willing to do that.
As he thrust his cock into her hot, tight pussy, she started to moan.
Then, she started to whisper in his ear. He thought it was rather strange, for instead on whispering things that would have made him hotter and turned him on, the way some men and women did, she started to tell him certain facts about her boss.
She told Harry how David Miselle always loved to fuck her ass and that he had been ass-fucking her everyday for almost three years. Of course, she added, she had known from the beginning that David loved things like that, for he had made it clear during her interview. However, she had been into anal sex a long time before working for the department store, and she didn't mind it at all.
So David became suspect number two, for no better reason than he loved anal sex.
Suspect number three was Mark Fisher.
Mark was another executive in training, and when Harry interviewed him, he thought that the man was cruising him.
Harry had remembered the things that Robert Licht had said about queers loving to fuck asses, and that was the only reason Mark was a suspect.
The fourth suspect was Robert Licht himself. Harry had questioned him a few more times since Monday, and each time, the man had seemed more and more hostile, as if he felt that Harry was getting somewhere in cracking him and getting him to talk. Hostility, Harry had learned, was the basic defense for anyone who felt threatened, and Robert Licht seemed to have enough hostility in him for ten men.
Still, they were all suspects, and he had no idea who, if any, was the rapist. For there was always the possibility, of course, that it was someone else.
After Harry finished talking with Lou, he decided to check out the store again. He was sure that there wasn't going to be a rape that day, since there hadn't been one during the entire week.
However, he was planning on coming to the store that weekend, just in case.
The day went rather slowly, Harry thought, and when it was six and the store was closing up, he couldn't wait to leave.
Just as he was walking out the door, he felt someone grab his arm.
"Hi, Harry. It seems like you've forgotten all about me."
Harry whirled around and saw that it was Susie, the redheaded girl who had been at the information booth when Jackie Post was attacked in the elevator. Harry had seen Susie a few times in the store during the week.
However, he had already asked her everything he needed to know from her when he had driven her home Sunday night. It was true that she had given him a nice blow-job in the car, but he didn't feel any need to go back to her for another one.
There were hundreds of girls that he knew who would be willing to suck his cock.
"No, I didn't forget you," he said to her, touching her hand. "I've just been pretty busy, that's all."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Susie said, and she looked a little hurt. "I happened to have liked you a great deal, and I was thinking that maybe we could get together again. If you know what I mean."
"I have to go, Susie. Really. I'm sorry."
"Hey, come on, Harry. Just a quick one. I know a place."
"In here? But the store's going to be closing any minute."
"You know as well as I do that Lou checks out every floor before closing. He usually stays here an hour later than we do. We might get locked in, but all we have to do is page him and he'll come running to let us out."
As she spoke, Susie was running her hand up and down Harry's leg. Harry, like any normal man, was beginning to respond with a horny desire. He could feel his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, and he knew that the only way out was to fuck her.
Suddenly, it seemed like a great idea. Besides, he thought, he had no plans for that evening. He had told Mary to give him a call, but he didn't want to see her. If he wasn't home, then he wouldn't have to talk to her and he wouldn't see her.
"All right," Harry said, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Where to? But I want you to remember that this is going to be fast. We shouldn't be doing it to begin with, if you want to know the truth."
"I know the truth," she said. "And I'll tell you what else I know. Something that's real important. Something that will help you solve this thing."
"Really?" he asked. "Sounds more interesting."
"But I'm not going to tell you until you come with me, and until you've come in me. I strike a hard bargain, but, then again, you look pretty hard yourself."
Harry chuckled a little, then let her lead him to the executive office area. It was a long hallway off the second floor, with about ten different offices. Harry would have thought that they were locked at the end of the night, but when Susie opened one and stepped right in, he learned that they weren't.
As soon as the door was closed, Susie kissed him on the lips. She started to suck his tongue into her mouth, rubbing her whole body against his at the same time. As soon as the kiss was over, she stepped back, unzipped the zipper in back of her dress, then slid out of it. She didn't wear a bra, and was clad only in panties.
They didn't stay on for too long, however. She pulled them off, and Harry got to take in her full, lovely figure.
She had incredibly large, firm tits, and her red nipples looked like two cherries atop a sundae. She started to massage them, and they swelled even more.
Harry moved closer and stared to lick her nipple. As he did, he let his hand wander down to her thick red bush. He started to rub her pussy lips with his fingers, and he could fell how wet they were getting.
Ever so slowly, Susie began to sink to her knees, and Harry moved down with her.
"I want you to lick my pussy," she moaned. "Lick it good and make me come the way I made you come the other day."
Just thinking about the orgasm he had had in his car, due to her hearty sucking, was making him throb with delight. He moved his mouth down to her pussy and started to lick her thick red hair. He could taste a sweet flavor in her pussy patch, and as he let his tongue wander down to her lips, the flavor was stronger.
She started to moan as he thrust his tongue in and out of her cunt, and he could feel her spasming pussy walls working around his tongue.
He slipped his hands under her buttocks and massaged them firmly as she started to come good and hard. He could taste her juices rolling onto his tongue, and the more he lapped, the more there seemed to be. It was like a never-ending flood.
The sweet scent of her pussy was acting like an aphrodisiac on him, and making his cock burn with a desire for orgasmic release. He moved his hand down to his crotch, opened his fly, then pulled his cock out.
He started to jerk himself, but Susie could tell what he was doing by the motions.
"Oh, no Harry!" she pleaded. "Save it for me. Save it all for me. I want you to fill me like crazy with that cock of yours. I've been, thinking about it all week. I can remember what it tasted like, and I've been thinking about what it would be like in my pussy. I like the idea of having it in my pussy."
That turned him on even more.
He started to kiss his way up her body, paying special attention to her heaving tits. As he moved his cock head near her cunt lips, he thrust himself in. Susie let out a soft, pleasant moan, then wrapped her legs around his ass.
Harry started to fuck her nice and slowly.
He could feel her spasming cunt walls sending pleasure bolts through his dick, but somehow, he knew that he would be able to hold back for a long time.
As he fucked her, she started to pull on his jacket and shirt, in a vain attempt to strip him. He stopped her, however, reminding her that this was only supposed to be a short fuck, and there was no time to get completely undressed.
Susie seemed a little upset, but she had agreed to his terms. She started to heave her ass up and down off the leather couch in someone's executive office. She had no idea which executive worked out of that office, but she was sure that whoever it was made good use of the couch, she way she and Harry were now making good use of it.
She felt herself starting to come good and hard, that instant.
Harry moaned as her pussy spasmed around his cock, good and hard. He could feel himself throbbing to the point of no return.
But then, suddenly, there was a scream.
It was a loud, blood-curdling scream, and as soon as Harry heard it, all the sexual passion left his body. He knew the scream of someone in trouble.
His cock started to go limp long before he bothered pulling out of Susie, and when he did, she grabbed him and tried to hold him.
He was stuffing his cock back into his pants, and eventually, he slapped her across the face so she'd leave him alone.
"Can't you hear that someone's being hurt?" he asked. "I have to go check."
He had only heard the scream once, but it sounded like it was coming from one of the executive offices. He opened the door to the office he had been fucking Susie in, leaving her stark naked on the couch.
Then he ran down the hall, in the direction of the scream.
At first, there was complete silence. But then, all of a sudden, he heard a low painful groaning sound, coming from the next to last door at the end of the hall.
He walked there slowly and turned the knob as quietly as he could.
As he opened the door, he saw Lily, David Miselle's black-haired secretary, face forward over David's desk. She was being fucked, anally, but it wasn't by David.
Robert Licht was doing the fucking, and Lily was holding onto the edge of the desk, clutching hard. She had a pained expression on her face as Robert methodically shoved his cock in and out of her asshole. Harry could tell it was a tight, intense fuck by the amount of tension in Robert's naked buttocks.
"Oh, shit, Robert, you're killing me," Lily started to scream.
He continued, however. If anything, he just started to thrust even harder, to the point where Harry could hear the sound of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh, hard.
It reminded him of the time he had slapped Mary across the face. The echo of the hard slap had resounded through his mind, making him realize just how much force there had been behind it.
There was even more force behind this fuck.
Robert had this maniacal expression on his face as he started to grind his cock. Harry knew that the grinding was only making Lily's asshole stretch more, and he could tell that it was hurting her a little more by the increase in groaning.
Still, she never once asked him to pull out. In fact, Harry noticed that each time Robert would pull back a little, she would heave her ass up, as if she was trying to get him to sink right back into her asshole.
"I'm gonna come now baby," Robert was moaning. "I'm gonna fill that asshole of yours just the way you like it. Ready?"
"Shit, Robert, shit," she moaned.
Harry saw the way her hole body was broke out in an intense sweat. Then, Robert thrust his cock all the way in, as deep as he could go, and Harry was sure that the man was coming in her asshole. After the first ejaculation, or so it seemed, he started to thrust his cock back and forth again.
This time, his hard cock was covered with lubricating come, and Lily started to calm down a little Harry imagined that warm cock come must have done a nice job lubricating a tight, unlubricated asshole.
It had hardly even occurred to Harry to interrupt what he was witnessing, because, in some ways, he found it fascinating. He had learned a long time ago that besides participating in sex, the next best thing that turned him on was watching.
That was one reason why he hadn't said anything.
But there was an even greater reason. He had never seen a man fucking a girl's asshole before, and there was a fascination in that, too.
However, as soon as Robert pulled out of Lily's asshole and rolled over, Harry spoke.
"Do I arrest you now, or what?" the red-haired detective asked.
It wasn't until then .that both Robert and Lily spotted him. Neither one of them made an attempt to cover up their nakedness.
"Just what the fuck are you talking about?" Robert asked. He was pissed that this fucking detective had caught him.
"You were raping that girl," Harry said. "I could take you in on that, and then, maybe then, we can pin-the other rapes on you."
"Now just one fucking minute," Robert said, screaming loud. "You have no goddamn proof that I'm raping this girl. She wanted it."
"Did you?" the detective asked, turning to Lily.'
"Yes," she said, coyly. "I told you that I liked it that way. I told you that my boss likes to give it to me that way. I was having lunch with Robert in the cafeteria today. He's the possible candidate to replace my boss."
"Yeah, Lily, you tell that son-of-a-bitch the truth," Robert said.
"Robert, please, he's only doing his duty. Anyway, we started talking. It seems like every executive here fucks his secretary."
Harry made sure to keep his eyes on Robert the whole time. He still looked crazy as far as the detective was concerned. For now that Lily was defending him, Robert seemed to look like a little boy who was accused of something by his mother and was now being proven innocent. He had that kind of T told you so' smirk.
"I told him the way I liked it, Mr. Bales," Lily went on. "Do you remember when i told you the way I liked it? Well, surprisingly enough, Mr. Licht was willing enough to give it a try."
"Are you sure it was a first try? ' Harry asked, looking at Robert.
"What the hell are you implying? That I raped those women?"
"No, not that. I'm just implying that maybe you've fucked asshole before. You sure looked like you were a professional, moving the way you did."
"Maybe I catch on fast, mister," Robert said. "Anyway, you can wipe that 'you're the rapist' look off your fucking face. Lily already told you what was going on. We thought that the best time to do it would be after the place was closed. After all, we know that Lou doesn't leave for another hour."
"He's right, Mr. Bales," the naked black-haired secretary said. "I'm sorry that I screamed the way I did, but when Robert entered me, it was a little fat and hard. I'm not used to a dick as big as his."
Harry noticed how Robert smiled when she said that, and he knew then that the brown -haired executive in training was a cocksman who was certainly proud of any compliment or reference about the size and performance quality of his organ.
"So now what the fuck are you going to do?" Robert asked Harry.
"What can I do but apologize?" Harry said.
"I obviously thought that I was right by running in here, but I guess I'm not."
"Or at least it seems that way."
"You're right," Robert said. "You're not. So why don't you leave?"
Harry thought that the man was one of the most obnoxious men that he had ever met, and was rather relieved when he pulled the door closed and walked back down the hall.
In some ways, he was happy that Susie was still sitting on the couch where he had left her, and he was even happier that she hadn't put her clothes back on.
"Anything wrong?" she asked him.
"No, nothing," he said, pulling his cock out of his pants again. "Two other people just thought that they could take advantage of the empty offices and they were fucking there. Unfortunately, the girl got a little too excited and started screaming."
"That must have been Lily," Susie said, smiling.
Harry smiled back. It seemed like everyone in the store knew Lily, and he had to start laughing. As he did, Susie moved her mouth to his cock and she started to suck it between her lips. He had lost his hard-on as soon as he had heard the scream, and she had to start from scratch, getting him stiff again.
However, it all started to happen quite fast as Harry reached down and began to stroke her nipples. He could feel them stiffening under his touch, and as they stiffened, so did his cock. Soon, he was fucking her face with a full hard-on.
However, Susie pulled her mouth back fast. She didn't want him to come in her mouth, for he had done that once before. Her pussy was still aching to be filled, and when she thought that his cock was ready, she pulled it down to her pussy.
"Come on and fuck me now," she said to him, rubbing his cock head against her red, wet. cunt lips. He slid right into her.
Then he started to thrust at a fast, steady pace.
Susie's pussy was hot as fire, and Harry thought that she must have been playing with herself while he was down the hall. She started to spasm around his cock after the first three thrusts, and he knew that she was going to come again and again, for he was still a long way off from coming.
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him on the lips, and that helped to heighten the passions he could feel inside.
Then, she started to pinch his nipples through his shirt, and his cock began to pulsate hard in her pussy.
Then, he started to come. It was much sooner than he ever would have thought, but it was still an incredibly intense orgasm. He could feel everything draining inside of her, and for those few moments when he felt his head starting to swell, he was quite content. It was nice to forget everything and just feel pleasure.
After the fuck was over, he pulled out and started to dress. Susie began to pull on her clothes, and from the way she kept looking at him, Harry was sure that the girl was developing some kind of a crush on him. It was nice, he thought, but for her own sake, he wished that she wouldn't.
For he knew that nothing would come of it. She was just a kid.
"Hey," he said, as they started to walk out of the room. "You said that you had some information for me that might help me. What is it?"
"Right I forgot, almost. Robert Licht loves to fuck anally. I know, because he tried to get me. I wouldn't go with him, however. I just thought it might help for you to know that. Will it?"
He shook his head yes. There was no reason to let her know that he knew all that already. And because of it, Robert Licht had moved up on his list of suspects. He had been number four, but he was now number one!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amy seemed to notice that something was bothering Robert when he came home from work that night, but she didn't say anything. At first, she thought it had to do with the fact that it was Friday.
Friday, to most people, usually meant the beginning of the weekend. Of course, it only meant that to those people who worked a normal Monday to Friday job. There was that old saying that she knew of which went "T.G.I.F." It meant 'Thank God it's Friday." However, since Robert's store was open on weekends, and since he had to work weekends, a Friday was just another day to him.
He was off on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and Amy was used to his Friday blues. For she knew that as he took the subway home from work, he was looking at all the other people and seeing how happy they were to be free for the weekend. When you saw all that around you and you couldn't be happy for the same reason, you tended to feel like shit.
She was used to his Friday night blues.
However, this Friday was much different. It began when Robert slammed the door closed behind him and then made himself a stiff drink. It was rare that Robert would drink, and even more rare that he would have a second, which he did.
By the time they sat down to have dinner, Robert was past the point of being smashed.
"Fucking scumbag shitface," he kept saying, at various intervals during the dinner, and Amy was beginning to worry more and more.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Fucking detective sticking his fucking nose in other people's affairs."
Amy had read about the department store rapes in the papers, so she knew a little bit about them. However, she had never discussed them with Robert, for no particular reason other than the thought of rape disgusted her.
Plus, the article she had read stated that they were anal rapes, and she felt so sorry for the victims. Unless a person was into being ass-fucked, it could be quite painful.
"I didn't know that they hired a detective," Amy said to Robert.
"Yeah, they did. He's been around the store all week, looking here and looking there and trying to come up with all the clues that he can. He hasn't found anything."
"So, why should you be upset about it?"
"Because the bastard seems to be very suspicious about me."
"But you didn't do it, Robert," Amy said, and then she took a piece of meat and started to eat it. She had just been about to ask him if he had, but she didn't.
"No, I didn't do it," Robert said, and Amy thought he sounded unconvincing.
She wondered about Robert sometimes. She had met him in college, and he had seemed like such a terrific person. She remembered the great times they had together, when they were living with each other and being supported by their parents.
Then, they had graduated and had both moved back home. It had been hard those few months, because they were so used to sleeping with each other and they had no place where they could meet. Plus, Robert was getting more and more discouraged with the job situation as he was turned down at one job after another.
"Fucking college doesn't train you for shit," he had told her, two months after he had been looking. "Sure, they teach you this bullshit and that bullshit, but there's nothing practical to help you in the world when you get out."
Amy had found a job before he did, and she knew that was one of the things that had bothered him a great deal. However, once he had found a job and they had set up an apartment together, things had been pretty cool.
But there were still some things that bothered her about Robert. On occasion, he would act crazy and erratic. He had never been like that before in school. He also seemed to have become money-hungry. He was so careful about how much he spent for certain items, always looking for bargains.
Still, there was one thing he did that always satisfied her, and that was the way he fucked her up the ass.
As she looked at his changing expressions at the dinner table, she thought back to the first time they had ever made it together.
There had been a school mixer, and she had gone only because her roommate was going and she didn't want to spend the night alone. She somehow knew that if she spent the night alone, she would end up masturbating. Too much masturbation, she had decided, was not that good for a girl.
She had met Robert at the mixer. He seemed rather lonely and shy, and she had been the one who went up to him and asked him to dance.
As they danced, he pressed himself close to her, and she could feel his cock bulging against her crotch. She suggested that they leave at once and head back to her room, and he seemed to be, more than willing.
When they arrived at her room, he started to undress her fast. She knew then that he wasn't a virgin, the way she had first suspected. However, she had one desire that she didn't think she could ask him to fill.
First, Robert kissed her brown nipples, and then he worked his way down to her pussy. In a matter of minutes, they were in the standard sixty-nine position, and she was taking his hardness all the way in the back of her throat.
He started to come very fast, and that upset her.
She was to soon learn that he had the ability to come anywhere from three to six times a night, depending on how excited he was. For after he had come in her mouth and she had sucked him completely dry, he started to slide down her body.
He sat on her belly and rubbed his cock between her two tits. As he began to stiffen, he slid his dick closer to her pussy and entered her.
That fuck, Amy remembered, was terrific. After coming so fast the first time and having gotten it up again fast, it took a long time for the second orgasm to happen. He had fucked her pussy for a good half an hour before he showed any signs of oncoming orgasmic pulsations. Then, even after he started to pulsate, he was able to fuck her for another fifteen minutes before coming.
After that, they had laid in bed for a while, talking.
"Do you know what I fantasize about?" Amy had ended up asking him. "I wouldn't tell this to too many boys, but I like you."
"What?" he asked.
"I would love to be fucked in the ass. I heard that when you're fucked in the ass and, the cock hits the sphincter muscles, you're more relaxed than when you fuck regularly. I mean, I've never done it, and I'm pretty relaxed when you fuck my cunt, but I'd still love to see what it's like in the ass."
With those words, Robert told her to roll over on her side.
He wasn't hard when he first tried to enter her asshole, and she knew that he wasn't going to be able to get in unless he was raging hard.
It was the only way to do it.
However, as he rubbed his cock between her buttocks, she felt a whole new surge of life there, and soon he was hard enough. He spit on his cock so that he would be nice and wet, and then he fucked her asshole good and hard.
At the same time, he moved his fingers around to her pussy and started to massage her clit with his fingers. She was coming in no time, and when she did, she felt the way her ass muscles contracted around his cock.
In some ways, she had been surprised at his ability to hold back so long. However, since that first time, anal intercourse had become a regular part of their loveplay.
"Robert," she asked, clearing the table as she spoke. "Why would this detective think that you were the rapist, more than anyone else?"
"I don't know," Robert said. He knew that he couldn't tell Amy about Lily, or about any of the other girls he fucked at work. Amy would have left him on the spot. "Well, maybe I do know, if you want to know the truth."
"I do," she said.
"You know that the girls were raped up the ass, right? Well, this detective kind of got me to confess that I love anal sex, long before he let me know he was a detective. He thinks that since I love it, I'm the rapist."
"That's ridiculous," Amy said.
Robert smiled. The lie he had told was ridiculous, he knew, but he was glad that Amy had bought it. While she was washing the dishes, he made himself two more drinks. By the time she walked into the living room and fell beside him on the couch, he was more smashed than he had been in the longest time.
Amy moved her lips to his so she could kiss him, but when she smelled the alcohol on his breath, she pulled back. She thought that she was going to be sick.
Robert noticed that she pulled back, but he didn't know the reason. However, the fact that she had pulled away pissed him off.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" he asked. "Do you think that I'm the rapist, too? Is that it? Huh? Is the whole fucking world thinking that?"
Amy tried to act as calm as she possibly could.
"Robert, I don't think that at all. The only thing is you're drunk, and I don't happen to like you when you're drunk."
"Oh, bullshit," he said, and he forced himself on top of her and planted his lips on hers. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and he could hear her gagging underneath him. However, he didn't let up on the force behind the kiss.
When he did pull back, however, she slapped him across the face.
"You're absolutely crazy," she screamed at him. "How dare you fucking force yourself on me because you want to. I am a person, too."
Robert hardly even listened to the words she said, for he had felt the slap and that was enough to tick him off. As soon as she was finished talking, he smashed his hand across her face and watched as some blood trickled out of the side of her mouth.
That didn't stop him from hitting her again.
She began to scream, begging him to stop and telling him that the only reason he was doing all this was because of the alcohol.
He didn't give a shit about anything that she said. All he wanted to do was be warm and gentle with her, and she wasn't letting him be.
So, he decided, if she wasn't going to let him be gentle, he was going to have to force himself on her. He threw her on the floor and climbed on top of her.
He started to rip at her blouse, and no matter how hard Amy hit him on the chest with her fists, she couldn't knock the energy out of him. He pulled her bra off, then started working on her pants and panties.
Soon she was completely naked. As he lifted his body up to pull down his pants, she managed to squirm out from under him. She made a dash to the bathroom, and Robert stumbled after her. However, he was too drunk, and she had a good enough head start.
She locked the door once she was inside, and no matter how hard he pounded, he couldn't break the door down.
"I'm not coming out until you sober up," she screamed at him through the door. "You're absolutely crazy when you're drunk, and I don't like you that way."
Robert continued to pound on the door until his fists were bleeding. Then, he gave up and walked into their bedroom. He started to undress, rather clumsily. Once he was naked, he lay on the bed and began to tug on his cock.
He was quite limp, and he could hardly even feel his dick because of the effect" of the alcohol. Still, he wanted to get a hard-on so he could jerk off. He wanted to jerk off so that when she came out, she would see the come all over his body and feel bad about having locked herself in the bathroom.
That would teach the bitch a lesson.
However, he stayed quite limp for the longest time. Finally, he decided to start fantasizing about something, and the most natural thing that came to his mind was the memory of his first time with a girl.
When he was sixteen, his brother, David, decided to give him a sensational birthday present. He made Robert promise not to say anything to his parents.
"I'm going to get you a whore, and you're going to have your first sexual experience," his brother had told him. "You'll love it."
The two of them had gone down to Forty-second Street, the haven for whores, and they had walked up and down the street, checking out the merchandise. Finally, Robert had spotted a blonde number with big tits who appealed to him.
However, when David told him to go with the hooker, alone, he was too scared, the blonde tramp didn't like the idea of taking them both up to her room, but soon David had settled on a decent price, and she had agreed.
Once they arrived in the seedy hotel room, the hooker stripped. She had large red nipples and a thick pussy patch.
At first, Robert couldn't even get his cock up. She stripped him and washed him and tugged on him, but he was limp.
Finally, David stepped in, saying that since he had paid and it didn't look like Robert was going to do anything, he was going to fuck the bitch. He stripped himself and then climbed on top of her.
He thrust his hard cock into her pussy, and Robert remembered sitting on the side of the bed, watching them writhe and moan. They started to roll back and forth on the bed, and there was one point where the blonde hooker was on top, heaving her ass up and down as she moved her pussy over David's dick.
When Robert saw those two fleshy buttocks, then saw the pink little asshole between them, he felt an instant surge in his dick.
He was hard in no time, and while his brother continued to fuck the girl, Robert debated on whether or not to enter her asshole.
He got off the bed, moved behind them, then plunged into the girl's ass.
She let out a scream, but David muffled it by kissing her on the lips.
Robert would never forget the bolt of pleasure that shot through his body as he felt her tight ass muscles contracting around his cock. He started to thrust in and out, fast, and soon he was moving at the same rate that his brother was moving in the hooker's cunt.
However, Robert thought the ass was best. He had always admired a woman's ass, and by fucking her from behind, he was able to cup it and massage it, and even feel his groin slapping against it each time he thrust in.
It didn't take long for the boy to start coming in the girl's asshole, and as he did, it was a sensational orgasmic release. His whole body was bursting with an intense passion sweat as he shot his come into her.
Robert tugged on his cock even more as he thought about it, but he was still rather limp. He cursed the fucking booze.
Then he thought about the hooker again. He knew that it was because of her that he loved to fuck asses so much. For after they had both dressed and David was paying the blonde whore, she wanted more money.
"What the fuck for?" David had asked.
"Your little brother pulled a fast one on me and fucked my ass, kid. That's the best part of me, and that costs a lot more money than any other part of me. Now are you going to pay, or am I going to get my pimp?"
Robert had been enraged when the hooker insisted on more money.
He grabbed the bill from his brother before David had a chance to hand it to the hooker, and then he smashed his fist across her face so hard that he knocked her out. They both ran out of her room, and he never saw the girl again.
After that, however, he loved to fuck asses. He knew why.
An asshole was much tighter than a cunt; there was no two ways about it. Before he had met Amy in college, and even while he was going with her, he had fucked many girls. Robert knew he had a nice, average-sized cock, but some of the girls that he made it with had fucked so many men before, that their pussies were stretched out.
You could never stretch an asshole to the same point that you stretched a cunt. Sure, he knew, an asshole would always stretch to take a cock, but it was almost like a rubberband. After you were finished with it, it snapped back and became tight again.
Assholes! Assholes!
He thought that thinking about them might help him to get hard again, and he was starting to tug on his cock more and more in an effort to get some blood in his limp dick. It reached a point where he was hurting himself.
However, he heard the bathroom door opening, then saw Amy stepping out into the bedroom. She was still naked, but he could tell by the look on her face that she had been crying. She walked closer to the bed, but not close enough for him to touch her. . "Are you feeling okay now?" she asked, looking at his naked body.
"I think so. I'm sorry about hitting you, Amy. I don't know what happened."
"It's okay. I understand that you're under a lot of pressure."
"Can you?" he asked. It was nice that she was being so sympathetic.
"Yes. Look, if I was the main suspect in a rape, I'd be upset too. But I know that you didn't do it."
Again, he didn't say anything to her, but he did smile slyly.
The smile was enough to make her move closer. She sat on the bed beside him, and he moved his hand to her thigh. He started to stroke her pussy softly, and she closed her eyes and moaned. At the same time, she moved her hand to his limp cock and took over the job that his own hand was doing.
"I really love you, Robert," she said to him. "I always have, and I always will. I want to help you, however you need to be helped."
"I love you, too, Amy," he said, and he knew it was the alcohol talking.
But he didn't care. It made her smile, and as long as she had said she would be willing to do anything that he wanted, he thought he would put that promise to good use. He pulled her head down to his limp cock, and she opened her mouth.
"Get me hard, baby," he moaned. "Suck all of me and get me hard."
She sucked his cock between her lips, then sucked his balls into her mouth, too. When he was fully limp, she was able to do something like that.
He could feel her tit rubbing against his belly, and he started to slide his fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy. He wiggled her clit back and forth, and she was soon coming slowly, her walls spasming around his probing digits.
He could feel the life coming back to his cock. She had an incredibly hot mouth, degree-wise, and when he felt all that heat around his cock, he couldn't help but get some of the feeling back in his dick.
In a few more seconds, he started to swell in her mouth. When he did, she dropped his balls and let them fall into her hand. She cupped them and squeezed them, and he moaned even more, until his dick was fully hard.
As soon as it was, he started to thrust his cock back and forth in her mouth. He was determined to come, and come fast. Then, he knew, he would most certainly be able to get it up again and fuck her asshole.
As she felt him starting to pulsate in her mouth, she pulled her head back.
"Don't you want to fuck?" she asked him.
"Later," he said, angrily.
"Who knows if you can get it up later? You had enough trouble getting it up this time. Please, Robert, I want you to fuck me now, while it's up."
He hated the way she said that, and he wanted to slap her across the face. However, he knew that he could release his inner anger in another way.
"All right," he said. "Lie down on the bed."
She lay down, face forward, and he started to rub his cock over her buttocks. He loved the way they felt so soft and fleshy.
The more he rubbed, the more her buttocks spread wider, until he was rubbing his dick against her puckered asshole.
When he realized that she was too dry, he spit on his hand, then moved it back and filled her asshole with his saliva. He did this a number of times, and then, he forced his way deep into her asshole.
Amy let out a gasp as she felt the full force behind his thrust. She had always known that he had a tremendous power in his dick, but she had never felt it like this before. With each thrust, he seemed to be slapping his groin against her ass so hard that he was knocking all the energy out of her.
He was fucking her asshole like some kind of maniac.
"Robert," she started to groan, "slow down.
Slow down. I can't breathe. You're doing it too hard, too fast. Slow down. I can't breathe."
He wouldn't slow down. If anything, she felt like he was starting to go even faster, and that was bothering her even more. She lifted her head off the pillow that she usually muffled her face against during moments like this, and she inhaled as deeply as she possibly could. She took the time to inhale each time he pulled back, for when he thrust in, hitting her hard, he seemed to knock that inhaled air right out.
He moved his fingers to her pussy and started to massage her cunt. When he did that, it eased things up a little. He stopped thrusting so hard, and she appreciated that.
Then, all of a sudden, he started to fuck her hard again. Her whole body was sweating and she was feeling more pain than anything else. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell him that he was fucking crazy as shit, but she knew that she couldn't.
Were she to say a thing like that to him while he was fucking her, he would probably start to fuck her even harder.
However, she did make up her mind about one thing. While he was at work the next day, she was going to pack her things and move back with her folks. It was the best thing to do, for her own sake. For when he was in one of these crazy moods, there was just no reasoning with him. It had happened too many times before.
It was a relief to her when he started to come. There was that momentary discomfort when his cock throbbed and stretched her even more, but it was followed by a warm oozing flow of cock come, filling her asshole.
As he pulled out of her, he rolled over on his back and closed his eyes. She wanted to say something to him, but she heard him snoring peacefully. It was the first time she had seen him sleep so peacefully in a long time, but, she reasoned, after letting out all that aggressive hostility while fucking her, a peaceful sleep seemed natural.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That Saturday at work, Robert Licht felt more tension than he had in months. He was so paranoid that he was sure everyone was watching him, waiting for him to attack again so they could arrest him.
He could sense icy glares from most of his co-workers, even those who didn't know that he was one of the suspects in the rape cases.
The worst person of all was Harry Bales.
When Harry walked up to him on Saturday morning and wished him, a good morning, Robert wanted to tell the man to drop dead He wanted to tell him to stop being such a fucking hypocrite.
However, he just nodded, and then smiled, thinking that if Harry could play the hypocrite so well, he could, too.
The thing that Robert looked forward to the most that afternoon was his lunch hour. He had made plans to meet with Lily again in the stock room, and he was sure that she would keep her promise and show up.
Just thinking about her tight asshole made his cock throb, and he had a hard time trying to hide the fact that he was walking around with a hard-on all morning.
When he met Lily that afternoon, at noon, she was already half-naked. She was sitting on some cartons, playing with her pussy. He sunk to his knees and started to eat her cunt, flicking his tongue in deep so he could taste as much as possible.
"How would you like to fuck my cunt today?" she asked him.
"And just what the hell does that mean?"
"Rumor's going around that you're strictly an asshole person. I hope that's not true, Robert."
"And what the fuck is a rumor, but a fucking rumor?" he asked. "No, it's not true. I happen to love fucking cunts, too. Shit, suddenly it's a fucking sin around here to love fucking an asshole. I don't understand it."
"It was never a sin around here until it happened to two unwilling victims," Lily said to him, as she moved her hand to his zipper and pulled down his fly. His cock was fully hard, and she pulled him closer to her pussy.
As Robert entered her, he liked the way her tight pussy lips grabbed his cock. Lily, he decided, was not one of those stretched-out pussy women.
He started to thrust his cock back and forth, kissing her tits at the same time. She wrapped her legs around his ass and massaged his buttocks.
He couldn't believe how good it was feeling. She had to be the hottest cunt that he had fucked in the longest time.
As he felt his cock 'Starting to pulsate in her pussy, the door to the stock room opened. He looked over and saw Lou Fisher, the store detective, watching them. Lou didn't see him looking, Robert could tell.
He decided to put on a good show for the fucking voyeur, and he moved with a much better skill, trying to act like he was the biggest fucking pro.
He moaned that he was starting to come, and Lily pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard on the lips. She sucked on his tongue as he shot his come deep into her pussy, and then, he started to go limp.
"Wow, it's nice to know that you love to fuck cunts, too," Lily said, as his limp dick fell out of her cunt
"I can't think of a man who doesn't love to fuck cunts, too," he said.
"Oh, come on," she said. "I know you don't feel that way."
Robert rubbed his limp dick against Lily's pussy lips.
"And how the fuck do you know that?"
"Because when detective Bales talked to me, he told me what you thought about fags. They don't like cunts you know."
"They're not normal men. They're sick deviants."
Lily suddenly got so angry. She pushed Robert back, and he fell on his ass. Then she started to pull on her clothes as fast as she could.
"They might be sick, according to you, but you're sick for even thinking like that. You know something. Maybe you are the rapist."
With those words, she stormed out of the room. Robert stuffed his cock back in his pants, and he started walking toward the door. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm.
"I think you are the rapist."
It was Lou Fisher. Obviously, he had stepped aside so that Lily wouldn't see him when she walked out. But now, he wanted to talk with Robert.
"Do you really think so, Lou?" Robert asked, feeling the intensity of the man's tight grip on his arm. Lou looked a little crazed.
"Yes."
"Then I have a question for you. Why would I have to rape some girl's asshole when I can get all the asshole that I want? All the cunt, too. How about you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lou asked.
"I mean, do you always have to walk around the store playing the voyeur and watching what other people are doing? Huh?"
Robert seemed to sense that he was hitting a raw nerve because of the way Lou's mouth started to twitch. But he didn't want to hang around for anymore conversation. As far as he was concerned, he had put Lou in his place.
Robert pushed the detective's arm away, opened the door, then walked back out into the department store. It was fairly crowded, as it always was at this time on weekends.
There wasn't too much for him to do that day, however. Usually, if anyone called in sick, he would fill in at a register or on sales, but that Saturday, they had a full staff. By two, Robert was feeling much better, and he thought that had a lot to do with the fact that his fuck with Lily had been good and satisfying.
However, he began to noticed that Lou Fisher was watching him from across the store. He was sure that Harry Bales had put Lou up to it, and the more Lou watched him, the more paranoid Robert became.
He started thinking.
Would the rapist strike again? Would he dare? Soon the store would be emptying out, and then there would be that one hour before closing when the rapist would have the opportunity. It would probably be so easy for him then.
Robert started to wonder where the rapist might strike. He couldn't do it in the lingerie department because someone would catch him. He couldn't do it in an elevator because it had been done before. If someone were to note that the elevator had stopped, guards would surely be posted at each floor so that no matter what floor the rapist tried to get off at, he would be caught.
It seemed as if that was the only thing on Robert's mind all afternoon. Where the fuck would the rapist strike again?
It all came to him so easily. There was a dressing room for women in the ladies' fashion department on the sixth floor. It would be quite easy for someone to get in there and rape one of the unwilling women.
As Robert glanced at the clock later, he noticed that it was four-fifteen.
Then he noticed something else. Lou Fisher was no longer watching him. He knew he was safe, and he started on his way up to the sixth floor.
No one stopped him or said anything, since he was an executive in training, and soon he was talking with the salesgirl in the ladies department.
When she left to wait on a customer, Robert quickly snuck into the dressing booth and hid behind a curtain. He knew that he was certainly taking a risk, doing what he was doing, but one part of him said that he had to.
A few minutes after he was there, a beautiful blonde woman stepped into one of the booths. She unzipped the dress she was wearing, and Robert was quite pleased to see that she didn't have a bra on. Her nipples looked so inviting.
The woman rubbed her tits, and Robert could understand why. The dress she had been trying on had obviously been too tight for her tits, and she was rubbing them to soothe her nipples which had been confined. Soon, she moaned softly, then reached for another dress to try on.
Suddenly, the hand grabbed her around the mouth. Before she knew what was happening, the man behind her was stuffing a gag into her mouth. He was pulling on one of her nipples good and hard, and she felt the pain surging through her body.
"Gonna fuck you, baby," the voice said, and the blonde felt a hand moving down to her panties and literally ripping them off.
She had a thick blonde bush, and the hand started to pull on the blonde hairs, rather hard. She could feel the shooting pain in her body making her legs weak, but it seemed like the man behind her didn't care.
For she could hear him moaning and pressing a hardened bulge against her buttocks from behind. She sensed that his cock was big.
"Take it out," the man's voice said.-He pulled her hands behind her back and forced her to pull his cock out. He was fully hard, and he made her jerk his shaft back and forth until he was pulsing with an even greater life.
He rubbed his cock between her buttocks and then against her pussy. She was dry so he moved a hand to her cunt from the front and inserted his fingers. He started to wiggle her clit back and forth as he whispered in her ear, telling her to get her pussy wet or he would beat the flying shit out of her.
The girl tried to concentrate on coming, but she was too scared.
He started to scratch, her pussy with his fingers in an effort to make her wet, and tears rolled down her cheeks from the pain.
"Gonna have to do it dry then," the man said.
Suddenly, he thrust his hardened cock into her asshole and began to thrust back and forth with as much power as he could. After the first two thrusts, there was blood on his cock and it was obvious that the blood was the only lubrication in her asshole.
She started to cry even harder as she felt the thick dick invading her ass, where no cock had gone before. She kept struggling to pull free, but the man had too good a grip on her. There seemed to be no escape.
She could feel the cock pulsating in her asshole, and the man slowed down just a little bit and waited for the pulsations to subside. She grunted.
Then he started to thrust again, and if it was possible for him to thrust harder than he had been doing before, he was. She could feel his balls whacking her buttocks and causing a hard, stinging pain.
Then he started to throb again and moan.
Please, she thought, someone help me. Someone. I'm going to die.
But deep down, she knew that there was no one to help her.
"Hold it mister," a voice suddenly screamed.
She turned to look. She could see a brown-haired man stepping out from behind a curtain, holding a large wooden club in his hand. He was holding it over his head and threatening the man behind him.
The rapist pulled out of the woman, and would have run, except for the fact that he was on the throes of his orgasm. His come started to shoot out over the woman's buttocks, and as it did, he fell back against the wall.
He was dressed in the same trench coat and hat. However, as he fell back, the hat went rolling to the floor. The man with the club bent down and picked it up, but he still held the club as his weapon.
"Well, Lou, looks like I got you."
Robert Licht was the man holding the club. At first, when he had seen the rapist attacking the woman, he had been too hypnotized to step in. The rapist's hat had been covering his face well enough, but Robert had had his suspicions as to who the man was. When the hat fell off, his suspicions were confirmed.
"What are you going to do with me?" Lou asked, holding his hands up in his air. His limp cock was still hanging out of his pants.
"Turn you in, scumbag. So, you were the fucking rapist all the time. And you kept trying to pin it on me. You sick asshole. Lady, you can get dressed. I hope you'll be willing to testify against this man."
"Yes," she said, crying a little, but still slipping into her clothes.
Robert let Lou dress himself, and then the two of them walked out to one of the registers. Robert told the girl to page Harry Bales, and it wasn't long before Harry had arrived at the sixth floor.
"There was another rape just now," Robert said to Harry. "And your fucking friend is the man who did it. Not me."
Harry looked at Lou, and he was shocked. Lou hung his head in shame.
"Lou, why did you do it?"
"I'll tell you why," Robert said. "It might only be a guess, but I think I know. This man just hasn't seen too much action. Look at him. He's been a loner all his life. He has no girl, and I'm sure he doesn't get laid too often."
"Shut up," Harry said. He hated hearing these things about Lou.
"It's all right," Lou said. "Some of the things he said are true. I don't have many friends Harry. You might think you're a friend, but when were you really my friend? Those first few years when you needed money and you came running to me, that's when you were my best friend. After that, we hardly saw each other."
"Fucking sick pervert," Robert said. "You'd better take him down to headquarters right now, or I'm gonna call the cops."
Although Harry didn't want to do it, there was nothing else he could do. Perhaps, he thought, if he had been the one who caught Lou, he could have reasoned with him and worked out some kind of bargain to let him go. But now that Robert Licht had caught him, there was nothing he could do.
He put cuffs on Lou and started to lead him out.
"Good, get that sicko out," Robert said.
Harry stopped and turned around to look at Robert. Suddenly, he pulled his hand back and smashed the man across the face.
"Look, mister, you're certainly not that sane yourself. Give yourself a few years and maybe you'll end up in the same position. You're just too fucked up to be saved."
Robert smiled slyly. He didn't mind the slap. He was happy to have aroused such anger in that fucking asshole detective.
As Harry and Lou stepped into the elevator, Robert turned to the salesgirl.
"Store's closed now," he said. "How about it?"
"Sure," she said to him.
They walked back into the dressing rooms and the black -haired salesgirl pulled up her skirt. She yanked her panties down, and Robert sunk to his knees. He started to lick her pussy, and he could taste her cream starting to flow in a matter of seconds.
As he licked her, he thought about what Harry Bales had said.
He was never going to end up like Lou Fisher, no matter what. He had all that he wanted at home. He had Amy there, and she would never leave him. She was his and his only. Sometimes he wondered what he would do without Amy, but he never had to worry because as far as he was concerned, there was no threat of her leaving.
Little did he know that she was not going to be there when he got home that night. Instead, all he was to find was a note from her, with no forwarding address, telling him that she would call him in a few weeks but that she thought he was too far gone for her help. Not once in the note had she said how much she loved, him, because that love she had once felt had faded.
After Robert finished licking the black-haired girl's pussy, he started to rise. She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. He was fully hard, and had been ever since he had been watching Lou fuck the girl.
Maybe he was a voyeur, too.
"You have a nice cock," the girl said to him. "A very nice cock. "But tell me something. How did you know that the rapist was going to be here today?"
"I didn't," Robert said, taking hold of his dick and rubbing the head of it against the girl's mouth. She tongued the slit.
"But you thought he might be."
"Yes, I did," Robert said.
As he thought about how Lou had looked fucking that girl, and even more, how the girl had looked while she was being raped, he started to get more excited. Somehow, there was something very stimulating about the look of fear on a girl's face.
