"The personnel officer will see you in a minute," said the girl: "Sit down for a while. I'm sure she won't keep you waiting for too long." I looked at her curiously. What was special about me? The girl caught my look and smiled. "Let me give you a tip," she whispered, motioning for me to come closer. "Be careful of that woman. She's a dyke from way back."
I'd hardly picked up a magazine when a tall woman in her late thirties emerged from the office and told me to come in. The secretary winked at me and went on with her typing. I sighed, thinking how ironic it was to be faced with another contender just as I was trying to escape the world of sex. After months of working as a bottomless waitress, a call girl, photographer's model and what have you, I wanted a nice, straight job, the kind that paid regularly and left me time to choose lovers freely. But now I found myself sitting opposite a woman whose eyes were already running over my body in the unmistakable way of a lecher.
"Wanda Fuller," she said, reading from the application form. "That's a most suitable name. You are very pretty indeed. Tell me, Wanda, what experience do you have? I see no reference here to secretarial work."
"Actually I'm just out of school and I want to start a new career," I replied.
"Can you type, take steno, operate a switchboard?"
"I'm afraid not." The personnel woman shook her head sadly and I felt my heart sink. My only skill was sex, but how could I explain that to her? On the other hand, if she liked me perhaps that was the way to get this job. I'd only have to go through with it once and after that I'd be working, getting the necessary experience, I could even go to night school! Besides, she was very attractive. Elegant, immaculately dressed, her hair done by a Fifth Avenue coiffeur, noble features, and her body was sensational. There was something reassuringly aristocratic about her appearance, cool and aloof except for her eyes, and I figured making love with her would be a gentle, warm, experience at worst.
"Well then, how can you expect us to employ you?" she smiled.
"I'm willing to do anything," I replied, lowering my voice and eyes demurely. At the same time I crossed my legs so that the skirt rode up my thighs a little way and exposed my flesh to her roving eyes. There was an immediate echo in her glance, a kind of spark of interest that told me I was on the right track.
"Are you now," she said, getting up out of her chair and walking over to a cabinet from which she extracted a bottle of wine. She filled two glasses and handed me one, then sat down in the chair next to mine. "Anything at all?"
"Oh, yes, I really want to work for this company." Her closeness made me uncomfortable. She exuded a kind of sexuality that made me less sure about my ability to cope with her. The glass of wine in my hand shook visibly no matter how I tried to control it. I could hardly look at her, she made me so nervous.
"Then eat me," she said in a husky voice. I was so shocked that the wine slopped over my dress. My eyes stared into hers and found only naked lust there. My body flushed from head to toe. I had been prepared for anything but an open declaration.
"What?" I said lamely. "Are you serious?"
"Look at it this way, Wanda," she said conversationally, "if I was a man and I said to you, 'The job is yours if you blow me,' what would you think? You'd think it was normal, you'd go ahead and do it, and hey presto! you would be employed. Is it so different for a woman to ask the same thing?"
"I guess not." My mind was in a whirl. Her explanation was logical and it wasn't as if she'd be the first woman I'd eaten, but what threw me was her calmness. A girl has to warm up to these things! I downed the glass of wine and asked for a refill She poured her wine into my glass and gazed at me as I drank it down. That felt better. The wine tingled all the way down to my stomach and a relaxing glow suffused throughout my body. What the hell, I thought, you only live once.
I got off my chair and went down on my knees before her. She smiled broadly and parted her legs wide, giving me a view of the crotch of her panty hose. My hands were far from steady but I managed to take off her shoes before I lost my nerve. I had to rest a moment just to catch my breath. She made no move to hurry me; in fact, she lit a cigarette and blew small smoke rings. I knew what needed to be done next but it was hard to get myself to do it. Why should I? My body was in neutral and she didn't seem to be all that horny.
"Come on, girl," she said, "if you want that new career of yours, you're going to have to convince me that you can get along with people."
I sighed and reached up under her dress for the waistband of her panty hose. She lifted her ass slightly and allowed me to draw the garment down along her thighs. Now that her naked flesh was visible I had to admit she was in great shape. Her thighs were slender, smooth, with long muscles rippling subtly as she lifted her feet off the ground. She had on green panties, skimpy little things that barely contained her pubic hair. A few stray whisps stuck out at the sides of her crotch, and it was those whisps that got my blood to course a little faster, heating up my body and sending a weird, pleasant tingle up from my belly as if an effervescent tablet had been dropped into it. The panty hose were off; now only her panties remained between me and my objective. My mood improved rapidly. The first faint whiff of her pussy reached my nostrils, tart and ultra-feminine, reminding me of other women between whose legs I'd spent many a delicious hour. This might be fun after all.
Instead of going straight for her panties I began to run my lips along her silky flesh, closing my eyes so I wouldn't be able to see the tall, languorous woman puffing at her cigarette anymore. She disturbed me with her passivity, and yet that was in keeping with my assessment of her. Her dress moved up as my face did, giving way easily and allowing the light of day to embellish her thighs. I kissed her pliant flesh with mounting enjoyment and ran my hands up ahead of me the sooner to get to her panties. Suddenly my fingers bumped into the texture of her crotch and found it was damp, almost sodden! Obviously her passiveness was just a front. I caressed that full, bony bulge with the tips of my fingers and came down a little to get at the fleshy part, two full lips pressed together under her panties, covered with hair and leaking her love juices into the material. My mouth was almost there and the heady fragrance of her cunt spurred me on. At last her crotch and my mouth met, coming together in a kiss that would have been a soul kiss but for those accursed panties. My impatient fingers wrestled with the tight garment, almost tearing it down over her hips. I was in full bloom now, eager, raring to go, and those panties zipped down along her legs at such a speed they almost caught on fire. Then, with her dress over my head, I began to kiss and suck at her cunt with such verve that the personnel officer was shocked into closing her legs. "Hey!" she cried, her thighs hard against my ears, "Take it easy, honey, slowly, slowly, a woman can only take so much, you know."
I slowed down a little, just enough to let her catch up with me. My tongue was buried deep into the tender flesh of her cunt hole, wiggling about inside her to bring down more of her tangy fluids for my own enjoyment; and my nose pressed against the fattening clitoris, nudging it and teasing it until it was fully erect. Now it was my turn to be shocked. It extended half an inch out of her pink pussy like a junior cock! I had never experienced anything like it, and to make sure I wasn't just imagining it I pushed her dress up around her waist and examined it in the light of day.
"That's right," smiled the personnel officer, "it's bigger than usual and later I'll show you what it can do. But keep eating me, baby, I love what you do!" I noticed she wasn't smoking anymore, but lying back with her legs wide apart and getting into it body and soul. My tongue flicked at that large clitoris, circling around it like a dog getting his spot ready to sleep on, and then my lips closed around it and tugged at the little marvel. This was like giving a blow job, really, only it was easily confused with sucking on a nipple. Or rather, it was like both at once, with the added bonus of her cunt! Forgotten were my misgivings, where I was, or what I'd originally desired from a straight job -- I wanted to suck her clitoris for the rest of the day!
The personnel officer didn't mind at all. She sighed and writhed and watched me from the other side of her convulsing pelvis, her eyes half-closed, mouth slack, groaning now and then as the sensations became too much for her. I held on to her thighs, my fingers coming up from underneath to keep her pussy lips well apart. Her pink inner flesh spread before me out of focus, pink and shiny and smelling of olives with that big hard clitoris poking out at me. I moved my head back and forth while my lips had a good grip on the clit, blowing it, nibbling at it, or running the tip of it against my teeth. But what she really liked was having it sucked right into my mouth as far as it would go. Whenever I took her pussy in, she cried out and thrashed about like a hooked fish. Her legs would flail about helplessly, climaxes rolling through her one after the other. It was infectious and pretty soon my body teetered on the brink of an orgasm, too, but it couldn't get further than that.
"Take your clothes off for me, Wanda," she said huskily, "and do it very slowly."
"But I'll have to stop," I protested.
"I need the break." She grinned at me and rubbed her pussy softly as if to soothe it. "There's talent in your mouth, honey, real talent."
I took off my clothes the way she wanted me to, but my eyes remained fixed on that pink slash running down the hairy mound between her legs. And she watched my body emerge from my clothes, her eyes sparkling with intense lust, one restless hand massaging her pussy and running a long finger down the slit absently. "Beautiful," she murmured as I took off my blouse and bra. "What perfect tits you have, so nice and round, two little soft cantaloupes that I'm going to bite into shortly." That thrilled me as much as it frightened me. She had strong teeth, white and even, and I could almost feel the pain as they drew blood from my tits; yet her naked lust flattered and aroused me. Her distant attitude had given way to open desire, which was the one quality in a lover that never failed to turn me on.
My skirt came next, then the panties, and when I was naked I did a turn for her. Her intense gaze made me a little shy but that was part of the fun. "Perfect," she said, her eyes running over every part of me. "How do you keep yourself in such terrific shape darling -- oh, never mind, tell me later." She stood up and quickly got out of her clothes, then sat down again with her legs wide open and one finger pointing at the target. "Just go down on me again for a while."
"With pleasure." She sat well forward so that her ass was off the chair and I seized at her ripe buttocks with both hands. It hadn't, escaped me that she had terrific" tits, big, full, sagging under their own weight, with brownish nipples crowning them, just the kind of tits I liked to lull myself into erotic reveries. They could wait. I could tell from the look on her face that she had other plans in mind. My tongue lolled about in her cunt hole again, briefly, anxious to get back to that outsized clitoris, and when I lassoed it she sighed deeply and lifted her legs to come to rest on my shoulders. I squeezed her ass with both hands, forcing the flesh away from her pussy so that it flexed open, so wide that I could rub my face in her succulent flesh. I wanted to rush her a bit now, get her so excited that she would have to take recourse to stronger forms of lovemaking, and I didn't have long to wait. She held my head with both hands to give her cunt all the stimulation it needed for one explosive orgasm, then got up and helped me to my feet.
"Let me kiss my cunt juice off your face," she murmured, covering me with rapid, sucking little kisses. "Mmmmm, that tastes nice ... but I bet you're nicer."
"Find out," I said simply, and at that she brought me down on the floor and worked her way around till my cunt was embedded in her mouth. At the first flick of her tongue I knew I was in the mouth of an expert. She covered my pussy in a trice, licking, nibbling, sucking, doing everything it liked, and at the same time she brought her cunt. back to my face for more treatment. It wasn't easy to give as good as I got but I tried my best. My hands eased down over her quivering globes of flesh and lodged in the split of her ass, fingering her asshole as my tongue darted in and out of her pussy with fucking motions. Our love-making turned into a tussle for dominance, both of us giving the other the royal going-over, but in the end it was the personnel officer who won out. Her clever tongue tipped into all my secret crevices and powder kegs of erotic pleasure, bringing me undone with such devastating force that I recoiled from her pussy and grabbed at the pile of the carpet to push my body at her, burying her in cunt. She was up to it. Her mouth opened wide and took all of it in, pressing down on it with her lips, running her tongue along my slit and slurping up the juices with thrilling gusto. I don't know how many times I climaxed but at the end of it I felt as though she'd wrung me out.
"And now for the real fun," she said. My mind was a blank so I let her maneuver one leg under me and the other over my belly, bringing her cunt up to mine. The sensation of her distended clitoris entering me jolted me out of my numbness. Even though it was much . smaller than a cock, the idea that a woman was actually fucking me set me up as a sitting duck for another climax, and another! It slipped in and out of my cunt hole with short, rapid motions, barely touching my flesh unless I contracted my vaginal muscles to the full extent. Then it felt like a real cock, a baby one perhaps, but it was penetrating me, fucking me! Our pussies made wet, squelching sounds as they met, as though they were blowing bubbles in the pool, and our flesh pressed together forcibly. With each thrust her ass quivered against my leg, caressing it and my eyes in different ways. What a sex-bomb this woman was! Her hair was plastered to her sweaty brow now and she was biting her bottom lip with the effort of delivering her hard clitoris: the aristocrat had turned into a randy bitch!
"Oh; Jesus!" I heard myself sigh. "That's too nice, too nice, oh, dear . . yes, give it to me, oh, no, stop, stop, I'M GOING TO COME! AAllZZEEEEEE!!" But she knew better than to stop. Her little dick plunged in and out of my cunt with increasing speed and her pubic bone gnashed into my clitoris, rubbing it into a state of perfect ecstasy. My eyes were glued to her tits, bouncing and bobbling as though they were nine parts full of thick cream, the nipples dancing crazily with every thrust. The climax began at my feet, welling up slowly, enormously, gathering force and momentum as it ascended along my limbs, rising into my belly, and then it exploded into all directions, dissipating itself in mad pelvic gyrations, shrill cries, and a last flurry of fucking. We subsided together, satisfied and grinning stupidly. The personnel officer lay on her back and opened her arms to nurse me to her breasts. There, my head resting between those two big pillows of flesh, I floated off into another kind of climax, long, drawn-out, mild, a dream that caused me to tremble occasionally with bliss.
"Well, I think you're the girl we've been looking for," she said after a long pause. "You'll start right away as a receptionist and I'll get a girl to show you how to operate the telephone console. The pay is $125 a week and there'll be a substantial raise after three months, especially if you come visit me now and then." As she talked her tone became businesslike again, even when she uttered the last phrase. She got to her feet and checked her appearance in a mirror. "Dear me, I really mustn't get so carried away," she muttered. A door at the back of her office led to a small private bathroom and she invited me to join her there to freshen up.
"Thank you very much," I said. "I really appreciate that."
"Think nothing of it, darling." She sat on the toilet and began to pee noisily. "We needed a girl anyway and you were the only applicant I had all day." She wiped herself and joined me at the washbasin, rinsing away the sweat, repairing her make-up and hair, quickly and methodically. The familiarity had disappeared and I couldn't get dressed quickly enough. This woman was a schizoid! One minute we were bosom pals, the next she was like a queen who finds herself in the same room with a peasant!
"And remember, Miss Fuller," she said as I was about to leave. "We expect our employees to be on time, nine o'clock sharp every morning."
"Very well," I said. The secretary gave me a searching look when I emerged, then winked and resumed her typing. I felt a fool. That woman had played me for a sucker in every way. Oh well, it wasn't as though she hadn't provided me with a diversion. By asking my way around I arrived at what was to be my desk. It was set in a large carpeted area, white walls with original paintings on them, plush couches arranged in a square before the desk, and large windows with a panoramic view behind it. Not bad but not particularly homely. A girl came out to show me how to use the console and provide me with a book of names and numbers which I was supposed to memorize.
"There isn't much to do," she told me. "Just remember, though, if you want to read do it under the desk -- I mean, hold the book under the desk. They like you to look busy at all times, it's that sort of company. Just smile at whoever comes in, call whoever they want to see, and that's all you have to do."
It sounded dull but my ambitions were set. I'd work at this job until I was qualified for some-thing better. With that in mind I began to memorize the names of all the executives, creatives, vice-presidents, but just as I was starting to feel settled, an older woman approached my desk.
"Yes, madam, can I help you?" I said pleasantly, smiling. She didn't reply. Cold blue eyes ran over my person and dipped into my decolletage the way the personnel officer's had not long ago. A sinking feeling came again, too, only this time it went right down to my shoes. I'd had enough for one day. There just wasn't the energy left to go another session with some crazy dyke! "Can I help you?" I repeated.
"Maybe you can and maybe you can't," she said slowly. "Alice Longworth tells me you're hot stuff. How about it, baby, you wanna show me that you are?"
"Who's Alice -- oh, the personnel officer you mean?"
"You catch on quick, baby doll. Now how about it?"
"Look, I'm busy," I said testily, "and besides that, you're not my type." She wasn't too bad, actually, a bit powerful in build but shapely for all that. Her thick brown hair had been cropped short and she wore a workshirt with men's trousers stretched tight over her thighs, so I figured she was probably the cleaning woman. I'd forgotten that this was an advertising agency and that the higher a person stood in the company, the more slovenly they were allowed to dress.
"I see," she said menacingly. "In other words, you're not happy with the company, is that it? Because if you fuck around with me, honey bunch, you sure as hell ain't gonna last here for long."
"Oh, fuck off," I said.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" She leaned toward me so that her workshirt fell open at the top and two mighty tits bounded out at me. "I'm the Vice-President in charge of the Creative Department, and if I say fire that little tart, then you're fired!"
"That puts a different light on the subject," I said, mentally balancing how badly I wanted this job with how much this woman annoyed me. "But I'm afraid you won't respect me in the morning."
"Smart-assed little bitch!" she hissed, turning red in the face. "Get into my office at once. And tell Charlene to take over for you. This is going to take some time!"
I did as she told me to do mainly because it was impossible to make up my mind. One part of me wanted to tell her to shove it, the other part wanted to give this company one more chance. Once inside her office she slammed the door shut and faced me, breathing heavily, hands on her hips. "Now take off your fucking threads, baby -- quick!"
Again I followed orders. When I was stark naked she quietened down a little and began to run a curious finger along the contours of my tits. "You got a big mouth but you sure have a nice body," she said approvingly. "Still, you ought to learn when to shut up. Maybe I should teach you a lesson." Before I could stop her she had turned me around, grabbing both my arms by the elbows and forcing me down over her knee. She sat on the couch and held me there like a naughty girl, spanking my ass with resounding blows. Pain is pain as far as I'm concerned and I began to struggle with all my strength to get away from her. She was too strong for me, though, and those blows kept on coming, fleshy slaps that rang through her office and mingled with my cries of pain and anger. "Now remember to be nice," she said with a final slap, "and never to be sassy!" Next thing I knew she had prised my legs apart and inserted a long finger up my pussy. It was still moist from Alice's workout but it felt uncomfortable because the muscles resisted it. She made me nervous. I had no idea what she would do next, whether she'd be violent or loving. That finger slithered in and out of my cunt with dogged persistence, wearing down my resistance to it. My ass was still stinging from her blows but as long as she intended to keep up this finger-fucking I was prepared to forgive her.
"You like that, do you?" she said suddenly. 'Well, do it to me baby, because I like nothing better." She set me up on my feet as though I was a life-size doll, and began to take off her clothes. If it hadn't been for that malevolent gleam in her eyes, I might have found her attractive. As it was I trembled with fear. She had all the wrong ideas. Big and healthy, tits like water-melons, a pubic bush that was more like a tropical forest, and thighs between which she could crack nuts, she stood before me and glowered while cracking her knuckles. "So get to it, honey bunch!"
I didn't know where to start but I approached her and tried to wrap my arms about her waist. She pushed them away and spread her legs to indicate which area of her I should concentrate on. Since there was no comfortable way of getting at her pussy other than from below, I got down on my knees and gingerly ran a finger along the slit of her formidable cunt. That woman was built like a brick shithouse in every way! Her cunt lips bulged out through the tangled jungle of hair, rosy and thick, parting easily to my inquisitive finger, and when I felt for her hole it just about vacuumed me inside! One finger just wasn't going to do that job properly. I added another, and another, stirring her up and bold thrusts, and she was starting to look less nasty. "Harder," she commanded, "give it to me as fast as you can, that's the way, make it four fingers, oh, Jesus, I love it, that's the way, finger me as hard as you can, yeah, give it to me!" Her pussy gave out a strong odor, not unpleasant, an acquired taste really, reminding me more of a man's armpit than anything. How I wished Alice would burst into this office and drag me out of here! At least she was lovely to look at. This bull dyke resembled a lumberjack!
"Now eat it," she growled. She leaned back and supported herself with both hands on the desk behind her, spreading her legs even wider so that her pussy yawned rosily close to my face. I swallowed, intimidated by so much woman-hood. Slowly I drew my fingers out of her wet pussy and checked to see if her clit was as big as Alice's. No such luck. I couldn't see it from where I sat. Only when I brought my mouth up close did I notice the tiny little fellow, hiding under a tuck of flesh. The tip of my tongue stretched to meet it but that wasn't what the dyke had in mind, "Stick it up me, goddammit! I want you to eat me, not suck!"
Obediently I brought my tongue down to her cunt hole and lapped at her relaxed, soft flesh with as much energy as I could muster. By closing my eyes I was able to pretend she was someone else and that brought the old adrenaline back into my system. Cunt smothered my face, pussy fumes filled my nostrils, all was right with the world. As long as she left me alone I'd stay here and eat her for the duration. Of course she wouldn't.
"Go down further, right to my asshole, and lick it!" she ordered. I pulled a face but she couldn't see it. for the pubic hair covering my expression. I held onto her thighs and moved right in between them with my face, licking at her pussy for as long as I thought was safe. Then, with sudden decision, I brought my tongue down to her puckered asshole and ran around the rim to prepare myself for the change in flavors. She was musky, cheesy, but again I grew to enjoy it, and after that it was no trouble to work my tongue into her ass with a display of zeal. "Oh, Christ!" the dyke moaned, shaking spasmically. "That's fucking great, yeah, keep it up baby, lick my ass, that's how you get ahead in this business, lick it, lick it, OH, SHIT, LICK IT, LICK IT AS HARD AS YOU CAN AAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!!!" It sounded like a terminal climax to me but she said nothing about stopping, so I kept on going. Now I was into it, fully aroused, aching for her to give some of this passion back to me. But all she did was edge back to the desk and perch on it, all the while moaning and grunting with pleasure.
While I rimmed her my fingers eased back into her cunt hole and started to stimulate her in harmony with my pumping tongue. I figured she could be persuaded to go for me just as Alice had been persuaded earlier. The dyke was made of stronger stuff. She took all that and then asked me to reach up and fondle her mammoth tits. I was starting to feel like someone's private sex machine. One hand pinching at her nipples, the other up her box, my face up her ass, what more did she want from me? When I glanced up at her to see if her attitude was changing, I saw that she had one of her tits in hand and was sucking at the nipple with lustful gusto. No, this lady cared only about her own satisfaction, I could forget about mine. With both my hands busy I couldn't even jack off sneakily. I did manage to move my pussy up against her shin bone so as to rub it gently along her leg in quest of my own pleasure, but she pulled away and left me fucking empty space. The only tactic that was left to me,, then, was to make her so delirious that she would attack me.
Fingering, sucking, licking, squeezing, working like a coolie, I got her up to a point at which she seemed to be losing control. She writhed and shook and trembled, made all sorts of strange noises, and her hips were laboring to bring her soggy, slurping cunt down over my fingers with a desperate force, and I thought that she'd yield at any minute. Well, she did, but not in the way I had hoped she would. All of a sudden she tore free from my manipulating hands and mouth and instead of attacking me she rushed over to a full-length mirror in the opposite corner and began to masturbate in front of it. She was like a woman possessed, guttural noises emerging from her throat, sweating, shaking, and fingering her pussy as hard as she could, all the while gazing at her own reflection and moaning: "God, you're beautiful. I love you, I adore you, oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Just as suddenly as she had resorted to herself she broke down crying. "I can't, I can't, goddammit, I can't!"
"What can't you?" I asked, going over to her.
"All my life I've wanted to fuck myself but it's impossible. Oh, why wasn't I given a dick' of my own. That's all I really want." She rolled about on the floor, pounding it with both her fists and crying hoarsely. I felt sorry for her but there was nothing could do ... until I noticed a large candelabra on her desk complete with three long, thick candles. She kept them there for a purpose, that much was sure. The candela-bra was completely out of keeping with the rest of the decor. Resolutely I grabbed one of the candles by its thick base and took it over to her. She was lying on her stomach, bewailing her lot. When the slender tip of the candle touched her pussy she calmed down a little and raised her big ass to let it in. I worked it inside slowly, letting it pick up juices with which to lubricate its way, inch by inch, more than I would have thought could have fitted. And when only a stub of it was sticking out I lay. on top of her and positioned myself so that my pubic bone touched the base of the long stick. My hands reached under her to get a hold of her huge tits and then my ass began to undulate, working the candle up her, relying on her pussy to reject it, then shoving it up her again.
She was whimpering happily now, responding to the fucking as if it really was herself who was doing it. As for me, it was the strangest feeling I'd ever had. The base of the candle pushed against my pussy so hard that it made it numb, and from there on it felt as though it was my cock I was fucking her with. It thrilled me down to my marrow, having this big dyke under me, whimpering, submitting, while my ten inches of wax cock plowed into her and satisfied her every need. And those big soft tits in my hands completed the situation. I was her lover for that moment, in charge, the man, fucking her softly with my cock, changing tempo the way men had done to me in the past, fast, soft, hard, slow, even bringing it in from different angles. I thought she was going to lose her mind!
Toward the end the candle stayed buried deep in her pussy but I kept on going, fucking her and groping about in her big cunt, sweating and crying out in ecstasy along with the dyke. It was a crazy fuck and when we came I couldn't believe it had happened. Even when I had to dig the candle out of her pussy it was hard to accept. Had that been me making love so masterfully?
"Great, baby," said the dyke abruptly when I had fished the oily candle out. "Now lick it clean and put it back where you found it."
"That's gratitude for you," I couldn't resist remarking.
"You're a smart-ass sure enough," she said, "but I guess when you're that good you can afford to be. Okay, the job remains yours. But I'll tell you one thing, Wanda, you go near that god-damn personnel office again and I'll have your tits for a neck tie, understand?"
"Perhaps you ought to tell Alice that yourself since I don't have much clout in this office," I said ironically.
"Perhaps I should," she mused. "That bitch never lets go once she takes a shine to one of the girls here. Okay, I'll tell her. You just go back to your desk and don't you' worry about a thing."
"Whatever you say." Again I got dressed, again I washed my face and combed my hair. This was getting to be a drag.
"And Wanda," she said, compelling me to turn around and face her again. "Tonight I'll be going to a small party. I want you to come along. You'll enjoy it, and if you don't you will be enjoyed. Get it?"
I nodded and walked out feeling frustrated. What kind of a job was this? It wouldn't have been so bad if the men in this place had turned out to be rabid wolves, at least I'd get laid. But the women! Holy shit! And now that big dyke had taken a shine to me and wanted to go steady with me; or rather, she insisted on going steady. The future looked dim and I began to seriously think about quitting. But then I recalled my precarious past, the men who wouldn't pay, the weirdos, the sleazy managers of strip joints, and once more I saw that the straight way was the only way. I would toe the line, wouldn't rock the boat, I'd work within the system -- anything to get a little privacy and leisure!
But if someone had told me that I'd be part of a rich man's harem on Park Avenue that afternoon, I wouldn't have laughed in his face. Even while I made my good resolutions, in the back of my mind there was a reservation held especially for a better offer. The party to which the dyke, Billie Joe, took me was to be the setting for the change of a lifetime.
CHAPTER TWO
Billie Joe didn't molest me after work. We had dinner at her plate, plain food; she didn't believe in fucking with gourmet dishes, to use her words. She did suggest showering together but I told her some things in this life have to be done privately. By eight o'clock we were ready to go and the party conveniently was being held in her apartment building, so it was a walk and a wait in the elevator. As a result we were the first to arrive, something I always dread with parties, but Billie Joe didn't seem to care.
"Hi, Ruth!" she bellowed the moment we stepped into the apartment. "Where's all the pussy!"
A tall, sexy looking woman appeared out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron as she advanced toward us. "Hi, Billy. My God, you look butch tonight. And who's your beautiful friend? I know I haven't seen her before." She eyed me like a side of prime beef and at once I knew what kind of party this was going to be.
"Her name is Wanda Fuller and she's mine," Billie Joe said roughly. "This is Ruth, your hostess for the evening. Watch out for her, Wanda, she's a real masher."
"She doesn't look it," I said politely.
"Oh, but I am, honey," Ruth grinned. "Especially when a new pussy walks in. Jesus, it's months since we've had fresh blood at our parties."
We were given a drink each and told to make ourselves comfortable while Ruth got the snacks ready. Billie Joe sat close to me and her guardedness increased when the other guests started to drift in. I didn't see anyone who really appealed to me. Besides, I was still hoping for a length of cock. That seemed a futile hope at a dyke party but I'm a born optimist. And my optimism was justified when a tall, handsome man walked in.
"Bruce!" cried Ruth, storming out of the kitchen. "So you came! How lovely of you." She bussed him on the cheek and told him to go over and sit with us until she had put the finishing touches to the food. He came toward me and my heart stood still. He was handsome beyond belief, fine features, burning dark eyes, an aquiline nose with flaring nostrils, and a wide, sensual mouth that made my pussy quail with lust. He was broad shouldered, strong, but lean, and wore an elegant three-piece suit that brought out the best features of his body, including the heavy bulge in his pants. I couldn't help but wonder what he expected from this kind of party, but his presence lifted my spirits immensely.
"Bruce Hall is my name," he said in a deep voice, and I was quick to introduce myself. Billie Joe huffed and turned her face away from him but he greeted her just .the same. "Where did you come from?" he asked me. "Are you a friend of Billie's?"
"She's my boss," I said, my expression making it very clear on which side I stood. "Do you come to these parties often?"
"Regularly," he said with a barely suppressed yawn. "Don't ask me why, I really couldn't tell you. It used to excite me once to see women making love to each other, but now it's more like a puppet show."
"Then why don't you fuck off," said Billie tersely.
"Darling Billie," retorted Bruce. "One day I'm going to fuck you and you'll find yourself wearing frilly dresses and putting on lipstick just to be pleasing to men."
"Aw shit!" she snorted, getting up off the couch. "You disgust me, you goddamn pansy."
"Just remember, darling," he called after her, "what I have in my pants makes me ten times the man you'll ever be." Billie retreated into the bathroom, her face expressing nothing but rage. "She's a sweetheart really," Bruce said to me, "just an uncut diamond. But let's talk about you. Do you prefer women or do you go both ways?"
"The latter, with the emphasis on men," I told him, honing that my eyes would tell him how dearly I'd like to get off with him. Bruce nodded calmly and sipped at his drink. I kept looking at him, amazed at seeing such a beautiful man. He was probably queer; all good-looking men were, the really good-looking ones that is. But while he was prepared to act out a heterosexual role I was more than prepared to go along with him.
"Well, baby brother," said Ruth, putting down the last of the plates and sitting next to Bruce, "tell me what's been happening lately. Is your recruiting campaign progressing?"
"Bit by bit," he said guardedly. Now that I looked at the two of them sitting together it was more than obvious that they were related. Ruth had the same good looks, more feminine of course, but with the same air of suavity and elegance. Well, if I couldn't have him I'd take her, I decided. They started talking about private matters and my attention was drawn to the other side where a strange woman had taken Billie's place. She introduced herself as Terrie and began to ask me the kind of questions that are supposed to lead into a seduction ritual. She was pretty, cute really, and petite, a freckly-faced blonde who tried to talk in a deep voice but broke out into high-pitched squeals whenever something amused her.
"Are you with Billie? I mean, exclusively?" she asked, sitting very close and resting her hand on my thigh. "If you are, tell me, because that dyke punches out people who mess with her property."
"No, I just work for her, that's all." I shot a desperate glance at Bruce, visually begging him to take me over, but he was too busy talking with his sister. The other women in the room had formed their own cliques, some of them sitting on the floor, others clutching glasses and talking like people do at cocktail parties. Terrie lit a Camel cigarette and puffed at it manfully.
"She's a mean bitch. I went home with her once and she beat me black and blue! She's crazy, stay away from her ... and come with me later."
"We'll see." Someone put on a record, throbbing rock and roll, and two women began to dance together. They did the bump slowly and in time with the pounding beat, bumping their hips, asses, pubic bones together as if they'd been practicing for weeks. Terrie asked if I wanted to try it and I said I wouldn't mind. We got up and caught the beat, then started to bump along with the other couple. She was shorter than me but her legs were long enough to bring her ass up to mine as we circled about each other, pushing, bumping, making our asses connect, then the hips, then our pussies ground together for longer than the music allowed. I thought it was kind of sexy but Terrie was literally flipping out. Whenever we faced each other she thrust her pussy out at me and insisted on making fucking motions for as long as she could hold out. Then it was back to check to cheek dancing for a little while.
Billie had been hiding in the bathroom and then in the kitchen, but now she came out to join the party and the first thing she saw was Terrie and me dancing together. At first she tried to be cool about it. She went up to Terrie, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "May I cut in?"
"No, you may not," said Terrie. That stopped Billie dead. The smile disappeared and in its place came a scowl. She grabbed the girl and threw her aside, then took me into her powerful arms and forced me to fox-trot. Terrie wasn't about to take this lying down and I wasn't either. Together we pushed her aside and told her to mind her manners. The other women in the room were on our side and Billie Joe was left in the uncomfortable position of being a minority of one. Terrie became more lascivious than ever, resting her hands on the cheeks of my ass and bumping back and forth like she was a boy and I was the girl and we were having a knee-trembler. That enraged Billie. She seized Terrie and hauled off to hit her one. But four women sprang forward and restrained her.
"You're really off the wall, Billie," said Ruth sharply. "What do you say, girls, shall we punish her?"
"Yeah!" they shouted.
"Now what's the worst thing we could do to her?" Ruth mused. She looked around the room until her eye fell on her brother. "I know! We'll offer her to Bruce. Are you willing, baby brother?"
"Just get her ready," said Bruce, unzipping his fly and taking out a cock that made me swallow in amazement. Even though it was slack I could tell it would expand to a thick nine inches, and for a moment I wished it was me they were going to punish instead of Billie. She didn't like the idea one bit. In fact she began to struggle with all her strength. It took most of the women at the party to hold her still and strip her of her clothes. Terrie and I stood on the sidelines and watched in amusement as they draped her over the back of an easy chair and patted her big ass to signal that the punishment was about to begin. Bruce had rubbed his cock erect and approached her slowly with the air of a priest about to start a sacrificial rite. The women cheered and Ruth hurriedly dabbed some vaseline on the dyke's cunt.
"She goes dry when she's scared," she explained. The women nodded and stood close as Bruce brought the flushed tip of his cock up to the helpless woman's cunt. It slipped inside and then he shoved it up her the whole way. Billie Joe let out a bellow of rage and began to struggle violently, but they'd all been ready for that. I was much more interested in the sight of that mighty cock than Billie's fight, but I noticed that the women took little notice of his manhood. They only had eyes for that big, hairy cunt and the pink flesh that appeared each time Bruce drew back. Now the party's ice was shattered and a few of the women who didn't have anything else to do started to make love to each other. Terrie was one of them. Her hands caressed my tits and her body pressed into me as her lips sought mine out. I kissed her back but in such a way as to keep Bruce's cock within view. Terrie was trying to excite me but Bruce was succeeding. She molested me at will, feeling me up under my dress, undoing my clothes, and finally taking them off altogether. I was only peripherally aware of what she was doing.
Bruce's cock occupied my mind. I could feel it entering me, loving me. I could imagine what it would taste like and how strong the stream of his sperm would be, how silky the taut skin would feel against my tongue. What a waste for him to be fucking that cow of a woman! As for the cow, she was lowing and bitching so much that Bruce lost the spirit of fucking and pulled out of her. His sister was quick to take hold of his cock and licked it clean before she would let him put it back into his pants. That excited me even more and I grabbed hold of Terrie's naked body to give vent to some of this emotion.
She was quite happy with my response. Together we sat on a couch and fingered each other blue in the face. All around us women were making love now, and when Bruce was finished, Ruth took Billie in hand and led her over to an empty spot on the carpet to kiss her pussy all better. Billie still seemed distressed. Now and then she threw me ugly looks and I ' knew it would be hell at the office tomorrow. But for the moment nothing mattered. Terrie was taking over, kneeling on the floor between my legs and sinking her tongue into my pussy to stir me up almost as much as Bruce's cock might. I leaned back and relaxed, content to let her do all the work. She adored my pussy, judging by the way she burrowed into it, nuzzling my clit with her nose, rubbing her whole face in it occasionally, and sucking and fingering it for all she was worth. Bruce sat some distance away from us, apparently paying no attention to me. I wondered what was going through his mind, if he was horny or bored. Suddenly my view of him was blocked by a black-haired pussy that belonged to one of the guests. We hadn't been introduced but this was obviously her way of saying hello. I accepted her at once and whetted my appetite with a few drops of moisture that were suspended in her thick bush. Then, just as Terrie began to rim me, I poked my tongue up this strange cunt and everything else was blotted out.
Other people came to join us on the couch. My hands were filled with pussy and tit. It seemed as though the whole party centered about me, and recalling Ruth's comments about fresh blood, I wondered how much they expected of me. I did my best, squeezing and fingering, licking and sucking, and wrapping my legs around Terrie's head to force her down harder on my cunt. Strangled sounds and squelches reached my ears, frantic motions of Terrie's head and the cunt in my face heralded in the climaxes that were popping left and right, including mine. Bruce was forgotten for the moment. Much as I preferred to be with him, there was no truth in the saying that quantity didn't make up for quality. I was surrounded, lost in a morass of flesh and hair, finger-fucking and tongue-fucking and getting paid back in kind. Female flesh has its own peculiar charms; it's soft and smooth, sensual in the extreme, and through it I was seduced into being one of the girls.
The woman with the black-haired pussy got off my face and I was pulled sideways so that I fell face first into the lap of my neighbor who spread her legs so wide that her pink inner flesh bulged out at me from between her full, rosy lips. I located her hard clitoris and started to lick it into ecstasy, panting and grunting with the effort of containing so much passion and giving so much. Someone else had taken over for Terrie. I didn't know who, but whoever it was knew what she was doing. Fingers crept up my vaginal canal, prying, tickling, fucking, and another finger snuck up my asshole to do the same. Different hands were on my tits, pinching at the nipples and mauling my flesh. Another woman bobbed over three of my bunched fingers, grunting loudly as she aspired toward her climax. The music was drowned by the sounds of sex and the room filled with the tart scent of cunt. But just as suddenly as the mass assault had begun, it ended.
I found myself alone on the couch, spread out along it and panting like a long distance runner at the end of the line. Only Ruth stood near me now. The others had retreated to the side of the room. She sat on the floor and reached for my pussy. I just about flung it at her! My needs were various and voluminous, and her fingers barely made a dent in them. But she was only beginning. She titillated my clitoris with her thumb while two of her fingers shoved their way into my cunt hole and her pinky wormed its way up my ass. With her free hand she caressed my face and eventually gave me her index finger to suck on while her other hand continued to make me feel wonderful. Her face. rested on my left tit and her mouth was on the right nipples, stroking and sucking gently but insistently. And all the passion she built up in me found expression in the way I sucked at her finger. It was silly to get so carried away over a finger but I couldn't help it. In my mind it was a cock, a distended nipple, a giant clitoris, anything sexual, and I sucked on it and nibbled at it, groaning, moving my head from side to side, and getting so excited that my pussy made obscene noises whenever her fingers sunk down into it.
She was a patient, thoroughgoing lover, one who knew how to throw me into convolutions of passion. And when she had me at a certain pitch she changed her position to get her pussy into my face and her face into my pussy for a little woman-to-woman talk. I felt as though I was coasting with the stream of sex, that one pussy would have been as good as the next and that one mouth or another made no difference. Any lunk could have made love to me satisfactorily at this point. But Ruth knew how to distinguish herself by means of tiny bites, surprise attacks, and hard sucks, all of which made waves in the stream and tossed me from one climax to the next, every one a little higher than the one before it, until she sent me rocketting out into space with her clever manipulations.
"Now you've been initiated," she said. "Would you like a drink, darling?"
"Please!" I croaked. "Anything!" The women cheered and congratulated me on being admitted to the club. I sat up and drank my wine down with one gulp, then held it up for a refill. Bruce was still in his corner. He was looking directly at me now and smiling mysteriously. What had I done to please him, I wondered. Hadn't I given him cause to regard me as a full-fledged lesbian? Perhaps he liked his women butch. I was too levelled out to worry about it, though.
The women had been attending these parties for a long time, too long maybe. Sex reared its lovely head now and again, but for most of the time the women were content to talk, sit around naked, idly finger one another. I'd been the star attraction and now that they had initiated me I was just one of the girls, one of the membership. The only woman who displayed any emotion at all was Billie Joe, and that consisted of anger directed at me.
"I can see you're getting bored," I heard Bruce say from up close. "Come with me before they start discussing where to hold the next party. That's the dullest part of all."
I nodded and put my clothes on. Only Billie Joe noticed us leave, and she rushed up to me and whispered hoarsely: "I'll have a slice off your hams for this tomorrow, slut!" Then she glowered until the door slammed shut in her face.
"This has happened before with Billie," Bruce said as we waited for the elevator. "She brings a new girl to the party and everyone pounces on her, the girl ignores Billie, and then we never get to meet her again. I don't know what she does at the office but it must be horrendous."
"I daresay," I said worriedly. "And it's not as though the job is so terrific, you know. All I do is sit behind a desk and smile."
"How uninteresting. Well, don't worry about it, Wanda. As they say in the classics, you never can tell what the morrow will bring."
"You must be referring to Hume. Still, I guess you're right. I'm already thinking of throwing in the towel and going home. The city's too hard for me."
"Don't be like that." We had reached his floor and he ushered me into his apartment, a cozy place yet elegant. He told me to make myself comfortable while he fixed us a drink, and turned on the stereo to soothing music. I was thrilled to be alone with him at last and could hardly wait for him to make his move. All the loving of the evening had left me tingling, sensitive, ready for more. Whenever I looked at him, so handsome and composed, a shudder ran through my body, one that boded well for the rest of the night. Somehow I knew he'd be as good a lover as any man I'd been with.
"Here we are. Drink this slowly because it's heady stuff." He handed me a dark red concoction that was sweet and warmed me from the first tip.
"What do you for a living?" I asked conversationally. "I heard you say something to your sister about recruiting, is that right?"
"Ah ... yes, that comes close to it. But let's not talk about work. We both get enough of that during the day. I'm much more interested in you, Wanda. You know, from the moment I came into the room you were the only woman there who excited me. It was as though you hit me between the eyes, and from there on I couldn't think about anyone else."
The lines were delivered so beautifully, so easily, that I couldn't stop myself from believing them. His voice was so thrilling that he could have recited the alphabet and still he would have seduced me. I nestled a little closer to him and breathed in his manly scent, tobacco and after-shave, the cloth of his suit. "Didn't you think I was one of the dykes, though?"
"No, not for a moment. It's easy to tell when a woman is one way or both ways. It's all in the way they respond to me, and your response was open and warm, not at all defensive."
"My, aren't we modest!" I teased. "So you're the measure of what's womanly, are you?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant." He seemed taken aback, a little shy even, and he might have been blushing when he explained: "I don't think of myself as special, just as a man." That did it for me, I couldn't play around anymore. His moment of vulnerability had awakened a passion in me that made me throb all over. I wanted to hug and kiss him and tell him he needn't blush anymore. But he wasn't. the kind of man who would enjoy being swept off his feet, so I rested my head on his shoulder and remained silent.
I didn't have to wait long after that. His hand carne around and caressed my face slowly, absently, and then he set his drink down and took my face in both hands to press his lips against mine, soft and sensual, warming me up to the act, then opening up so that our mouths were conjoined in a yawn that had nothing to do with boredom. It was more like that of little birds in the nest when the mother bird flies in with a worm, hunger and greed, opening wide to receive all that's being offered. My hands slid along the smooth cloth of his jacket which at that moment seemed as sexy as his bare skin could be because it was his coat. And our faces moved from side to side in the course of that long, passionate kiss.
He must have known that he could have ripped off my clothes and planted his dick up me right there and then, but Bruce wasn't that kind of man. While there was time he would expand his love-making to fill it, and the beginning of his love-play was almost high-schoolish. His hand cupped my breast from the outside of my blouse, rubbing it so that the material worked around my nipples and excited them. His other hand rested on my waist, so near yet so far away from my throbbing pussy, and it was the proximity that thrilled me more than groping could have.
"Oh, Bruce!" I whispered, nibbling at his ear-lobe, "I want you so very much! I've been wanting you all evening long but you seemed so distant."
"I felt the same way," he replied, and now his hand slipped inside my blouse to fondle my naked tit, squeezing it rhythmically, evoking the rawest passions in me. He could make me feel like a queen with the simplest gesture whereas the women at the party had had to gang up on me and give me the shotgun treatment to get the same effect. Small, gentle orgasms rippled outward from my pussy already and he had hardly started. I began to lick inside his ear, moving my tongue suggestively so as to hurry him up. But he kept his own pace going, slowly caressing my tits and at the same time undoing the buttons so that my blouse fell away. At last he took it off altogether and laid me back in his arms to get his mouth to my nipples in turn, kissing and tugging at them, licking them into a state of irreversible hardness. I could take this for twenty-four hours straight, especially when my body was already so finely tuned that a zephyr could drive me around the bend. And he knew it, he knew everything about me!
By the time he moved on to my other parts my tits were glowing and my passions were in a turmoil, brewing in my belly like fermenting hops about to explode the bottle. His hand slid down my dress until it reached my knee and then it moved up, back and forth, taking its time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing my pussy to the point at which my whole body was quivering and I had to grab hold of his arms to keep from falling off the couch. And when his hand finally touched my panties' crotch I began to beg him to fuck me! "Do it now, Bruce, please, oh, Jesus I'm so ready for you I could die! Please, Bruce, please!"
"Patience, Wanda," he said, "I want this to be right. You're the kind of girl that I want to do justice to."
"You already have, I swear it!"
His fingers crept up under my panties and fingered the soft, wet flesh underneath it. One finger slipped up the pulsing hole and felt my innards curiously. I couldn't wait for him any longer. My trembling hands undid the dress and started to push it down my hips along with the panties. Bruce moved his hand out of the way to let me complete the job but then he went right back, fingering me delicately, effectively, causing me to writhe around in his arms. The image of his cock burned vividly before my mind's eye, a cock that kept growing and getting more delicious by the second, and my greed got the better of me. While he toyed with my pussy I opened his pants and withdrew his dick, not without effort since it was rock hard.
"Hold on," he said, and got up to take off his clothes. I tried to help him but I ended up hindering him with my frantic efforts. No one had foreplayed me into such a state. There had been one or two men who had fucked me into oblivion but that had been done through cocksmanship. Bruce could best them all and I could hardly wait to find out what it would be like out there in the realm of ultimate orgasms. Now he was naked, his tanned body sensual in the muted lights, the shadows throwing his hard abdominal muscles into stark relief and emphasizing the biceps and triceps of his arms and the double vein running down his muscles there. He was like a Greek god, an Adonis, except that his cock was much bigger and harder than the ones they had sported. I wanted to eat him so badly that I could taste him, but Bruce had other ideas. He took to kissing me on the mouth again, working his strong body into mine so as to make it a total caress, and now everyone of my nerve ends poked up out of my skin to receive their overload of tactile pleasures. Just the fact that he was lying on top of me brought me off several times!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" I moaned, rolling my head from side to side in a kind of anguish of anticipation. "I want you so much, Bruce, I can't wait anymore!"
"Let me check if you're really ready," he said, and slid down my body, kissing all the way down to my pussy. Oh, Jesus, that was all I needed, my favorite kind of kissing! The moment his mouth contacted my pussy lips I became taut, arching my back and planting my feet on the couch to spread it for him, trembling as if I was having a fit. Bruce let his tongue run around the contours of my pussy, exploring me so thoroughly that I asked him if he was thinking of going into gynecology. He didn't answer. My quip had been a terminal one. Words lost their purpose as my brain melted away under the heat of the passions searing up from down under. That tongue of his knew the way, licking here and there, probing deep and doing the rounds before his lips seized my clitoris and tugged at it to activate the climax control center. It promptly went haywire.
When he eased his cock up me it came as a relief almost. Long, thick and warm, filling up the hot vacuum between my legs completely. Now that he was there I never wanted him to leave. My limbs flailed up through the air and wrapped themselves about him like bolos and held him fast as he thrust deep into my body. All my passions folded in on themselves and erupted anew, manifesting themselves in juices, shakes, and guttural cries of ecstasy. "COME IN ME! FUCK ME, COME, HARDER, OOOOHH BRUCE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" And that was followed by a line of gibberish that sounded as though I was talking in tongues. He did me justice over and over, shoving his cock right up into my womb and pushing me over the brink of ecstasy with such ease that every part of me became aware I was under the conductorship of a maestro. And no sooner had I undergone one climax than the next was welling up, powerful, consuming, making me do the strangest things. I bit him, scratched him, undulated under him, and cried out until all my words merged into one long wail of passion.
"And now for the final test," I heard him say through the red fog in my head. "Roll over baby and let me see what the other side of you has to offer."
"Gladly, gladly!" I said, presenting my ass to his rod with naked lechery. Anal fucking hurt me unless it was done at the right time and if ever the time was right it was now! His cock was oily from my cunt and my muscles were so relaxed they were almost out of control. He shoved half of his meat up my ass and paused for a moment to jiggle it back and forth to make sure I ' could take it. I rested my head on my folded arms and poked my ass up into the air like a bitch on heat, eager to get all of him up me. There was pain, of course, plenty of it, but now that pain became the spice of my sensual banquet. In fact I wanted him to hurt me more, to barge up my little asshole like a brute just to penetrate that numbing fogginess of my emotions. He had worn me out so. Once again he knew exactly what I wanted. His hands parted my cheeks as far as they would go and with a loud grunt he sent his cock into me all the way. Oh, ecstasy! I clutched at the couch and yelled at the top of my lungs as an orgasm tinged with agony dispelled the fog and left me clear and intensely receptive. Everything was finely tuned again and he played me like a Stradivarius.
I lost count of the peaks I surmounted in the course of his power-packed fuck. All I knew was that he pulled out before blowing and invited me to take his load in my mouth. I would have liked to have blown him in the way he should have been blown -- royally, but by that time I was far too exhausted and dizzy to do much more than take his cock into my mouth and suck on it blandly. Bruce didn't seem to mind. He sat back at his ease and watched as I bobbed up and down over his dick, my lips pursed around his oily, musky cock. My mouth alone wasn't enough to bring him off, so I grabbed him around the base of his cock and started to jerk him off. That did the trick. Suddenly a gusher of hot cream burst loose from his sorely tried member, and the full accumulation of sperm built up during his fuck with Billie Joe and the double fuck with me now rushed down my throat and into my belly. Had I been capable of another climax that would have been the moment for it to erupt. As it was I felt only a warm pleasure at having satisfied him.
I sucked until the last drop was out of his body and in mine, and only then did I let go to sit down heavily beside him. Sleep surrounded me, moving in stealthily, but Bruce shook me and told me to have one more drink before we went to bed. I nodded drowsily.
"You're terrific," he told me as he passed over another dark red potage to me. "Really, I'm not just saying that. You make love like a woman should, with all your heart. Women like you are hard to find."
"It's all your doing," I said, doing my best to keep my eyes open.
"Oh, no, I don't think so. I saw how you behaved with the women at the party. You genuinely like sex, that makes you a rarity in itself."
"That's true." I couldn't argue with him. I did like sex, but it seemed a mistake to think few other women liked it as much. However, if that's what Bruce wanted to think, let him. Anything to make him come to me again.
"Yes ... perhaps I'll recruit you," he said, and that woke me up some. He saw my querying look and grinned. "I still can't tell you anything else, Wanda, except that you've passed all the tests with flying colors."
"Wait a minute ... are you saying that you were testing me all the time we were making love?"
"Yes, you could say that." Unflappable, kind, nodding his agreement to a question that implied the most awful things.
"Oh, Bruce! You mean you don't like me as a person? I mean, you had ulterior motives?"
"Let's just say that I'm the only man you've ever met who can mix business and pleasure perfectly," he smiled. "But don't be mad with me, Wanda, you'll thank me for this when you find out what it's leading to. Just trust me. And drink up, baby, it's time for bed."
"I'll drink up," I said rebelliously, "but I'm not going to your bed, buster!" I slugged the drink down and tried to get up. My legs were weak, but I figured they'd support me until I was out of his place. Not so. The moment I stood up they just collapsed under me. Bruce kept on smiling. "What's going on?" I asked from my ungraceful position on the floor. "Did you slip me something?"
"Isn't it melodramatic? Yes, my darling, you're going to sleep marvelously until tomorrow afternoon. Goodnight now."
"You bastard," I said feebly, "you'll pay for this ..." I couldn't hold the forces of sleep back any longer, they engulfed me en masse and swept me away.
CHAPTER THREE
When I came to it took me a few minutes to figure out what had happened. Bruce ... the party ... the drink he'd slipped me -- where was I? I sat up and surveyed my surroundings. Half partitions blocked my view somewhat but I could see another bed opposite mine, set in a similar semi-private alcove. The little I could see looked very nice, big beds covered with embroidered spreads, pictures on the partitions, a small TV set faced me, earphones hung from a hook in the wall and the dial was built in under the set, a small antique chest of drawers stood beside the bed, most comfortable. But what about the rest of the place? It looked like a dormitory when I leaned over the footend of the bed. About a dozen alcoves, six along both walls, and at the end were what looked like conversation pits. The sound of female voices reached me, giggles and laughter. At least Bruce hadn't taken me to a house of ill repute. But if it wasn't that, what the hell was it?
I got off the bed and tested my legs. They were rubbery, but the effect soon wore off. There were three, girls sitting in the conversation pit, lounging about in silk robes and smoking cigarettes through long holders, all of them languid and beautiful. One of them looked up at me and winked briefly. That was the extent of their interest in me. I walked back to my bed and sat down, more confused than ever. Perhaps this was an expensive girls' school that couldn't get enough students so they had to shanghai them. That sounded ridiculous, but what other explanation could there be?
There were no windows in this room so there was no way of telling where we were. For all I knew Bruce could have bundled me into a plane to Butte, Montana. Just as I was thinking that two black girls came down a spiral staircase, laughing and talking animatedly. They were nude and, more confusing, they looked exactly like each other. As they passed my bed they nodded in a friendly way and went to their alcove, the only one that had a queen-sized bed in it. Another girl came down the stairs, carrying a towel and sun tan lotion, also naked but white. Very white, in fact. Her hair was the color of sunbleached flax and her skin was very lightly tanned. Cool blue eyes gazed in my direction briefly but she made no sign that she acknowledged my existence. Was anyone going to tell me what was happening here?
"Ah, you're awake." A different woman appeared at the foot of my bed. She had on a white coat, the kind doctors wear, and she was bigger and stronger than any of the girls I'd seen so far. Her hair was cropped short and she wore glasses. "Come with me and we'll see if you're not suffering from anything."
Mutely I followed her into a white-tiled room. There was a cold looking table in the center covered by a sheet, smaller tables and glass fronted cupboards held medical equipment, and one side of the room was taken up by a large bathtub and a toilet.
"My name is Ida," said the woman. "I'm the doctor here and also the manager. Sit down for a moment, Wanda, I'm going to have to explain the setup here. You see ... you are now part of a harem." She waited while I digested that piece of information, and when I didn't seem overly shocked she went on to say: "A lot of the girls get hysterical when they hear that. I always like to break the worst part of the news first, just to get it over with. But I assure you it's not as bad as it seems. At a certain point in time you'll be released with a generous cash bonus. But that's still in the future. More immediately, you are living somewhere along Park Avenue and you are in the employ of a man whom you'll know as The Boss. You, along with ten other girls, are here to cater to his every whim. He's not a demanding man and since there are eleven of you altogether it may be weeks before he calls you. You won't be required to do any work other than to serve at the table when he has guests. How does it sound so far?"
I couldn't answer right away. In the past I had worked as a topless-bottomless waitress and a call girl for a brief period, so it wasn't exactly shocking to me to find myself in a harem. Conditions seemed pretty good. And compared to being a receptionist under that bull dyke Billie Joe this was the best deal in the world. "It's fine so far."
"Good. I must say you're taking this very calmly, but then Bruce said you probably would. He was most impressed with you, by the way. Most impressed." Her grey eyes bored into mine briefly, the unmistakable look of a lesbian checking out her quarry. "As you've seen, your quarters are very comfortable. The girls have all been especially selected for their looks, their peculiar talents, and their personality, so I'm sure you'll all get along. Upstairs we have a sun deck and games facilities, there's a small gym in the next room -- and you will be required to work out there an hour or so every day. The Boss likes for his girls to be in tip top condition. For the rest there really are no restrictions."
"But I won't be allowed to go out?"
"No, not for a week or so, and then only with a chaperone. You see, The Boss is very particular about the health of his girls. He doesn't want them to go out and pick up strange germs, if you'll take my meaning. Also, he likes for his girls to remain nice and tight. I'm sure you understand"
"I was just wondering. There's no one I want to see," I shrugged.
"Excellent. Now then, I'll just take a blood sample and give you a number of tests. There's no pain involved so don't get tense. Would you take off your clothes, please, and lay down on the table over there?"
I was beginning to like Ida. She had a warm smile and seemed very competent. When my clothes were off I lay on the table and at her request spread my legs wide. "Very good indeed," she said, glancing at my pussy and tits. "Bruce has an eye for women, you have to give him that. Hold this rubber ball, would you, and squeeze it hard." She took a blood sample, put a band-aid on the pin prick, and then got in between my legs to take a few smears. The mention of Bruce's name had evoked some enjoyable memories. He might be a double-crossing bastard but he was a hell of a lover, and the time I'd had last night would live with me for a long time. While Ida fiddled about with my pussy, then, I became very wet, so wet that it was almost embarrassing. She didn't fail to notice. "My word, Wanda, you certainly are a responsive girl," she remarked.
"I can't help it."
"I can see you're going to make The Boss very happy." .She went over to her work bench with the samples and spent some time analysing them, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The memory of Bruce kept on making me horny even in that sterile environment. I let my thoughts drift over that phenomenal fuck, taking it detail by detail, torturing myself into a state of heady excitement just to pass the time.
"You get a clean bill of health," Ida said finally. "Now, let's get you prepared for the viewing."
"The what?"
"The Boss is going to want to see you," she said, "and we must be sure to present you in all your loveliness. Not that there's much chance of him rejecting you. No, he'd be crazy if he did that. But let's play it safe." She went over to the bath and turned on the hot and cold taps full blast so that the tub filled in about a minute. "Do you mind my taking off my clothes?" she asked. "I'd hate for my uniform to get wet while I'm bathing you."
"No, please, go ahead." I slipped off the table and stood by the side of the bath waiting for her to finish undressing. Ida made sure I had a good look at her while she did it, and her eyes communicated her desires to me. She was strongly built, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Broad shoulders, big round tits that sagged slightly, a flat stomach, powerful thighs clasping a hairy bush between the tops, muscular calves and arms, looking almost manly at least manly enough to play up to my rising hominess.
I stepped into the hot water and sat down gingerly. Ida grouped bottles of shampoo and lotion around her and kneeled on the floor. She scooped handfuls of water up and poured them over my hair, then squirted a generous quantity of shampoo into it. I' luxuriated in the hot water and surrendered willingly to her forceful scalp massage. It seemed everything conspired to make me horny beyond control! Ida knew just how to turn me on. She had her face close to mine as if watching the thermometer of my passion, and worked my hair up into a lather with her strong fingers. A rinse, more shampooing. I had my hands under the soapy water and toyed with my clitoris in secret, causing long, rolling waves of pleasure to surge through my body. It wasn't important to me to hide my passion from her anymore. She could be trusted.
"There," she said after she'd rinsed my hair for the second time, "now let's get to the rest of you. Stand up, Wanda, I'll soap you up."
"You're too kind," I sighed. She made me face her and at first she sponged me from a distance, but then she came into the tub with me and kneeled before me to apply soap and water to every part of my body. Inside I was going crazy! The sponge she used was one of those rough ones that are supposed to get rid of cellulite by stimulating the blood flow. Since I had no cellulite to speak of, it only aroused me even more. It rubbed my skin up the right way and sent tingles through, me until it became hard to stay upright. Ida did my back, all very efficiently, but I noticed she liked to linger here and there. I wanted her to linger longer! When that sponge chafed into my pussy, I let out a yelp of delight, only she thought it was pain.
"Sorry," she said, quickly taking the sponge to another, less sensitive part. I wanted to assure her it was quite alright, but she knew what she was doing. At last I was allowed to sit down while she did my calves and feet. I rested my eyes on her voluminous tits, buoyed up by the water so that her light brown nipples pointed directly at me. There was something to her that appealed to me, something motherly as well as loverly, and those tits drew me strongly. I wanted to rest between them, to give in completely to my languid impulses. The only reason I had for hanging back was her efficiency. How many girls had she put through this process? Dozens, no doubt, and that alone gave her the edge.
"Lift your hips up out of the water," she told me. A douche was filled with the correct mixture and she introduced the nozzle into my hole with expert ease. That almost did it. The nozzle felt delicious as it crept up my channel -- I wanted more, more, more! And to top it off the warm mixture squirted up into my belly to wash and stimulate the most sensitive parts of me. I began to moan softly and my hips. undulated out of control. Ida smiled and said, "I love douches myself. It's too bad we can only do it twice a week, isn't it?"
"Ooohhh, yessss!" I sighed. My cunt muscles gripped the nozzle tightly and pulsated about it while the warm fluid kept spraying my insides. When the last drop had been expended, I sank back down into the water and tried to catch my breath.
"Do you want to give me one?" Ida asked.
"Sure." I snapped out of my euphoria at once and filled the douche up. She lifted her pussy up at me and I couldn't help but admire it. Big, covered with dark brown hairs, a long slit that ran down her bulging, full lips and afforded a glimpse of her pinkness. As her pussy lips parted that pinkness became more clear, and then the inner lips appeared, twisted at the bottom just above the start of her entrance. Pink flesh puckered before me, opening as she parted her legs and pushed down on her cunt. Now the blackness appeared in the center of that little whorl of flesh and with bated breath I pointed the tip of the nozzle at it. Her cunt seemed to grab it and eat it like a carnivorous plant; swallowing it all while she groaned and closed her eyes to savor the experience.
"That's beautiful," she murmured, holding the nozzle in place and moving it back and forth. "Now spray me!" I applied a small amount of pressure to the bag and watched as she writhed about in the tub, taking in gulps of air now and then when her climaxing body allowed it. "Aaaahhhh, wonderful," she sighed when it was all over. I withdrew the nozzle and set the instrument aside to await the next phase.
"I don't know if, you're going to like this so much," said Ida, getting out of the tub and drying herself down hurriedly. "But it has to be done, orders of The Boss."
"What's that?" I could figure it out for myself but I wanted to be sure.
"The old enema," she said with a sheepish grin. "Not my favorite part of the ceremonies but a few of the girls really got off on it."
"I don't think I've had one. Let's try it, anyway."
"Dry yourself down and lean over the side of the tub, then." She pulled the plug so that the water drained away but as soon as it was empty she began to refill it. "I should have given you the enema first, really, only I wanted us to get better acquainted first."
"Good thinking." I bent over and felt the long hose crawl up my asshole, cold and clammy, far from pleasant. "Are you sure this is necessary? I mean, why would The Boss insist on it?"
"He loves cleanliness. Even if he doesn't come anywhere near you he likes to know you're clean inside and out. That's the kind of man he is, I guess."
Now the fluid squirted up the other hole. At first it felt good, kind of kinky, but pretty soon an urgent need to relieve myself displaced all other feelings. Ida kept pumping the stuff into me till I thought I'd burst. My belly was bloated and everything felt tight and uncomfortable. She made me wait for as long as I could hold out because that would make the movement more total. When it became imperative to open up I asked her to leave the room. "Don't be silly," she replied, "have you forgotten that I'm a doctor? I'm used to everything."
"I wish I was." Nevertheless, since there was no time to wait, I squatted over the toilet and released a flow of shit that was positively amazing. It just kept coming and coming, and once the first agony was over I noticed that Ida might be a doctor but she was far from used to everything. She leaned against the table and openly masturbated as she watched me shit. Her face showed sheer pleasure, and while I watched her she came to her climax. I flushed several times in the course of this anal outburst and the exhaust fan took care of the rest. Then it was back into the tub where Ida washed my asshole as if she wanted to polish it up.
After drying my hair and combing it, she took me into a small room which was panelled with mirrors. "You won't see The Boss but he'll see you from behind these mirrors," Ida told me. "He'll tell you what positions he wants you to adopt through a speaker system. Don't bother answering him back, he won't hear you."
"Why doesn't he come and see for himself?" I asked. "Doesn't he want to know what I feel like?"
"I'm sure he can imagine that part of it," she smiled. "And if he can't, I'll tell him." She closed the door and left me alone in this small, rather cramped room. I didn't know what to do with myself.
"Good afternoon." The voice through the speakers sounded kind and manly. "This is the final inspection. Would you turn to face me, please? That's the way, very good. Now turn, please, and bend forward. Touch your toes. Excellent."
This went on for quite a while. I had to strike all kinds of poses, ranging from the obscene to the coquettish. In a strange way it was very exciting to see myself in the mirrors exposing my asshole, then fondling my tits, displaying my labia minor, all to an unseen audience. He asked me to come right up to one of the mirrors at one point and to press my body up against it. The surface was smooth and cold in contrast to my overheated condition, and I started to pulsate up against it slowly, trying to imagine what The Boss was doing on the other side of it. Was he on his knees and peering into my pussy? Or did he have his mouth against the section where my tits squashed against the mirror? It was better not to know, that way my imagination could take off.
"Very good, you passed with flying colors," he said. "Just wait a moment and Dr. Ida will be with you to lead you back to your quarters."
"Why couldn't I see him?" I asked her on the way back.
"You must understand that this operation isn't wholly legal," Ida replied, phrasing it carefully. "Right now you don't know where you are and you don't know who The Boss is. In other words, you can still change your mind."
"What, and go back to being a receptionist?" I laughed. Ida hugged me briefly and opened the door that led back into the dormitory. All the girls were there now, wearing identical silk robes with bright floral patterns and chattering over the evening meal. It was served in one of the conversation pits and that's where Ida took me to start the introductions. When we came near the talk stopped.
"Is she in?" asked the icy-eyed blonde I'd seen earlier.
"Most definitely," said Ida with a tinge of pride to her voice. "Girls, meet Wanda Fuller, numero once."
"Hi," they all said. Now that I was a member I was apparently worthy of their full attention. Ten pairs of eyes scrutinized my naked body as if they all belonged to The Boss. Ida took a robe out of a closet and draped it around my shoulders. "Now you have your uniform," said the blonde with an ironic smile, "part of the elite kimono brigade."
"The talkative one," said Ida, "is Mary Lou. She's from Mississippi and The Boss likes her because she's such a belle. She won't do a thing for him, he has to woo her every time he calls her in. Every time he does, you know he's in a positive mood. And when he's feeling down he calls in Irma over there, the pleasantly plump one." Irma smiled broadly. She was heavier than the others but in a robust, firm way. She was eating with one hand and with the other she seemed to be operating a remote control device. "You see that thing in her hand," Ida went on, "that's her constant companion. It operates a small silver ball in her pussy, and it jiggles about inside her to give her constant pleasure. Irma is what we in the medical profession call a nympho. She can't do without it."
"All lies," said Irma through a mouthful of food. "I can take sex or leave it." All the girls laughed derisively.
"The Boss likes Irma because she'll rape his nose if nothing else is upstanding. Then there's Mamie." She pointed to a tall blonde whose big tits stuck out proudly from her open kimono. "The Boss likes to dress her up as a fifties pinup, you know, high-heeled shoes and tight dresses that come down over the knees, thick lipstick, it lets him recapture his youth or something. And Marnie loves nothing better because that's when she had her youth, too."
"Thanks a million," said Marnie. I was Amazed at the way Ida introduced them in such a personal way. No matter what she said about the girls, they wouldn't be ruffled.
"And Helen is our anal fan." Helen was little and pretty, a cute upturned nose, freckles, dark hair and big brown eyes with long eyelashes that fluttered whenever she looked up at anyone. The picture of innocence, yet at the mention of the word anal she heaved a sigh and turned her eyes heavenward. "She got a taste for backdoor love when she was going with a man who didn't like contraceptives and disliked babies even more. The Boss often has her for dessert."
"Everyone has their specialty, huh?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. You take Deborah now." She pointed out a lissom, platinum beauty who lounged in the corner of the pit and smoked in between eating. "To look at her you'd think she was the laziest girl on earth, wouldn't you? But Deborah is the games mistress. She used to be an actress with the soaps but now she puts her talents to use to give The Boss a fillip when he needs it. She especially likes to be paddled but she'll do anything for The Boss. He saves up his energies especially for when it's her turn. In between bouts she hangs around like she's about to breathe her last but don't go by appearances, I warn you now."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Susan and Selina, the inseparable twins," Ida went on. "They sleep in the same bed and no one makes love to one without taking the other." The two black girls I'd seen earlier held hands while they ate, and smiled up at me shyly. Their eyes were big and their faces cute, two little sweethearts in a harem. "Little cherubs, aren't they? We all love them dearly but in bed they do a little Jekyl and Hyde number. You wouldn't believe they were the same twins once they get you."
I found that hard to believe but before I could ask Ida what exactly the twins did she was already talking about the tall, slender oriental girl next to them. "Now Mae, she's our expert in how to please a man. There's nothing she doesn't know about the subtle art of driving him insane, from foot massage to scalp massage, and not forgetting all the parts in between. The Boss likes for her to take a bath with him. You should too."
"This really is a comprehensive gathering," I marveled.
"Oh, yes, Bruce mows his stuff. Take Juanita, for instance." A beautiful Spanish girl stood up, let out a wild cry and thrust her pussy at me through her kimono, then sat down to resume eating. "Hot-blooded, loves to love, and she can be eaten for days on end. She likes nothing better. Some of the girls here think she's a little too self-indulgent but The Boss regards all vices as virtues. And last and least, there's our own Miss B.J. She's a favorite with The Boss when he's been working too hard. As her name implies, she likes nothing better than to administer blow jobs. She's the only one who's allowed to entertain the guests now and then, blowing only. And she's not bad at eating either, right Juanita?"
"Ay ay ay," said she, waving her hand in a gesture of approval. Miss BJ winked at me and rolled her tongue about her lips suggestively. She was very pretty in a girlish way, pigtails, tiny tits, and a wide, sensual mouth with full lips that promised the world. I felt my pussy shudder as I stared at that expert mouth. My session with The Boss had worked me up to a steady pitch of desire and already I was wondering which of the girls would be the first to introduce herself intimately to me.
"What's my specialty, then," I asked, "or am I the jack of all trades?"
"From what Bruce had to say you're not too great in the blowing department," Ida said, "but he was very impressed with your versatility. You'll probably be asked to come in as a duo with one of the others when The Boss calls. Or perhaps he's got something else up his sleeve. You can never be sure."
"Versatile, is she?" asked Mary Lou. "Good, there should be more of her in here. A girl gets lonely sometimes."
"You get lonely, said Marnie pointedly.
"Sit down and I'll get Cook to serve you," said Ida. A moment or so later a middle-aged woman came in carrying a tray containing a delicious dinner. Cook didn't look at any of the girls. She set the tray down, gathered up the plates and cutlery that were done with, and disappeared into her kitchen. "Cook's not all there," said Ida to complete the introductions. "She lives with her shepherd dog and that's the only living being she talks with."
"Charming." I realized how ravenous I was when the first food passed my lips. Ida bade us all a good night and went to her own quarters. That left me alone with the rest of the harem and small talk smoothed over the ridges of unfamiliarity. Pretty soon I felt right at home. Their personalities began to fall into place and so did their way of life. A large color TV played to an unheeding audience, there was a radio on in one of the alcoves, central air conditioning kept the temperature at a comfortable level, there was a floor-to-ceiling bookcase at one side of the pit containing all the novels one might want to read, and opposite it was a storage cupboard filled with reels of video tapes of movies that could be fed into the cassette attachment wired into the TV. A stereo, hundreds of LP's, games, jig-saw puzzles, it was all there for our use. And one of the girls told me that upstairs there was a sun deck on which we were allowed to play badminton and handball, et cetera.
"That's terrific,'; I said. "No wonder you all look so pleased with yourselves. I guess nobody ever wants to leave, right?"
"Well ..." Mary Lou sighed, shrugged, and said, "There are times when you want to toss it all in just to be allowed to roam free, you know, go shopping, take a new lover, travel ... I've been here for months and months, and in the end you find yourself doing nothing but hanging out with the same old bunch. But then I tell myself I could be a lot worse off, like writing copy for advertisers."
Juanita put on the headset and began to dance at the edge of the pit to Latin music, moving her body in a way that amazed me. Her robe flowed loosely about her and her lush body caught the light now and then to show itself off to all of us. She was sexy and exciting when she moved around and it was hard for me to keep my attention fixed on what Mary Lou was telling me. Irma had found her electronic gadget wanting in impact, so she put it back in its box and took out a long, slender dildo from a drawer in the table. She put her feet up on the seat and spread her legs wide so that her pussy opened up, then plunged the dildo into herself and started to fuck with a vengeance. "Goddammit!" she moaned. "I wish they'd give us some regular dildos. This is kid stuff."
"What you need is a pogo stick," remarked Mary Lou. "But it's true," she said to me, "they do give us kiddie dildos here. The Boss doesn't want our holes to get stretched out of shape. He likes them good and tight."
Irma was doing the best she could with what she had. I stared at her in fascination as she worked the dildo round and round inside her, reaming her cunt out and moaning with frustration as she galloped off in quest of the elusive orgasm. "Would someone help me?" she asked finally. "I just can't seem to get there."
"I'll do it," said Mae.
"No, you're too subtle for me. Hey, Debbie, what about it. You know how to give it to me just right."
"Alright," yawned the games mistress. "Come over here, then." Irma moved along the couch on her ass till she had one of her legs over Deborah's lap and the other behind her on the edge of the pit. Deborah stifled another yawn, took the long, slender dildo in her closed fist, and started to jab it up her rapidly, changing angles, bringing it in from up high so as to give the plump girl's clitoris a drubbing, and pretty soon Irma was sighing and cooing in ecstasy. The other girls took little notice of the impassioned scene. Selina and Susan were reading a book, their arms about each other, whispering now and then, and giggling. Juanita kept on dancing. She had taken her kimono off now so as to move more freely, and I found myself staring into her dark, luxurious bush on several occasions. She appealed to me simply because she was so unbridled, so fiery. She caught me looking at her and quickly performed her signature motion, thrusting her cunt towards me with her arms held way over her head, biting her bottom lip while her dark eyes bored into mine.
Helen had placed a video cassette into the player and watched a fuck film without much emotion. But one scene got to her, where the heroine was being fucked back and front by two stalwarts. Then her hand disappeared under her robe and moved frantically to keep abreast of the squirming, moaning porno star. Marne watched it with her, keeping one hand on her magnificent tits, but showing no emotion for the rest. Mae seemed oblivious to everything. She had her eyes closed and had her feet on the table, the kimono wrapped neatly about herself so that only her legs were showing, from the knees down. Miss BJ looked at the screen and sucked her thumb. And Mary Lou kept on talking to me, sitting close, resting her hand on my thigh. She seemed to desire me more than anyone, which in itself endeared me to her.
"Bruce is the only man allowed in here," she was saying, "but he's usually too busy. The Boss is always on the lookout for new girls, he's got another dormitory just like this one already equipped. But he's fussy, real fussy. The only thing Bruce does is scout for new talent, he tests them, watches them, and only when he's sure she'll please The Boss does he shanghai her. Some job, huh?"
"How can The Boss afford all this?" I wondered.
"Oh, that's no problem. He's made of money. Ordinance, you know. Millions and millions, and his interests require little from him. From what I can work out he has managers doing all the work while he jets around, has parties, fucks. What a life. One day I'm going to marry me a man with money and I'll get a harem of my own, all young boys, eighteen will be the cut-off age, horny as goats ... yeah, that's what I'll do."
Juanita happened to dance a little too close to Miss BJ, and as quick as lightning the girl grabbed at her and dragged her down so that Juanita fell with her legs around her neck. Gone was the thumb. BJ's tongue darted out and eased into the dark bush to lick the hairs out of the way and get to the meat. "Hey, don't do that!" cried the dancer. "I'm busy, man!" BJ wasn't listening. She had opened the dark pussy and now had her lips around the Spanish girl's clitoris, sucking it as if it was a cock. Juanita resisted for a little while but then she laughed and gave in. We watched BJ go at it, moving her head back and forth while her lips clasped at her cunt flesh and tugged at the clitoris steadily. Beside them Deborah continued to plow up Irma's craving pussy with the dildo. Irma was coming fast but not fast enough. Debbie reached into the drawer and took out another dildo. "I'll bet they didn't think of this one," she grinned, pushing the second one in with the first and moving both dildos as one. "The Boss is smart but not as smart as me."
"Oh, yes!" cried Irma, her plump, naked body quivering with joy. "That's beautiful, Debbie, shove them up me the whole way, harder, harder, put another one in, I loooooooove it!"
"Two will have to do," Debbie said. "If you come into his room and he finds your cunt hanging between your legs, there'll be trouble. Now be good, Irma, and you'll get there. Relax, let it all happen to you like a good girl." She worked the double-barreled dildo into the splayed pussy and didn't stop until Irma let out a bellow of ecstasy and went limp from head to toe. "Jesus," said Debbie, shifting out from under the dazed nymphomaniac, "that girl's going to give me rippling muscles in my right arm at this rate."
Juanita was singing the praises of BJ's mouth by this time, shrill cries of passion that set everyone's libido on edge. Mary Lou's friendly hand on my legs became something of an antagonist as the passions rose. It slid up to the top of my thigh and felt my cunt through the silken material of the kimono, rubbing it insistently as though she wanted to make sure I was as excited as she. There was no need for her to work me up. I was right there with her. But it felt so nice that I didn't bother to tell her. Susan and Selina were kissing ardently now, exclusive and self-absorbed. Marnie had gone over to sit next to Mae, Helen had retreated to her alcove, taking a long, thin anal dildo with her, and her moans could be heard through the din. Irma was fast asleep. Juanita yelled long and loud as BJ nibbled her clitoris. The atmosphere was one of undissapated eroticism, and Mary Lou's looks were very explicit.
"How about it, honey," she whispered. "Your bed or mine?"
"Let's try mine out," I said, getting up.
CHAPTER FOUR
The lights were put out in the dormitory as most of the girls went to bed. Only the small bedlamps burned in the alcoves, points of light that showed outsiders little but created a warm, rosy glow within each alcove. Mary Lou lay next to me on the bed, naked, beautiful, her pointed tits sticking up at the ceiling, a slight belly catching the light, and her blonde hair softly golden. We didn't do anything for the first few minutes but hold hands and look at each other: all about us the sounds of sex, in our alcove only silence.
Mary Lou started to stroke me lightly, running the palm of her hand just over my skin so that it felt as though an air pocket was massaging me. I could take that all day long, but I didn't want to be selfish. My hand reached for her breasts, ready to give them a lot of attention. Mary Lou slapped it away. It wasn't a playful slap either, far from it.
"Hey, what's the matter with you!" I protested.
"Nothing, but when I'm making love to a chick I don't want any interference."
"Okay, if that's what you want, I'll be as quiet as a corpse." Mary Lou said nothing, just kept on stroking me. The sounds from other alcoves were growing louder, more intense now and I started to envy the occupants. Hell, why did I have to pick Mary Lou when I could probably have had any one of them? Perhaps I could have been lying in between the twins now, or rollicking about with Juanita. Mary Lou was slow, slow, slow! My body was ready for hot action, lots of it, this had been a day filled with erotic impulses and now that they were mounting and clamoring to be fulfilled, I was stuck with this slowpoke!
I put up with her light caresses for as long as I could, but then I started to close in on her. She didn't notice me creeping up to her at first. Her eyes looked kind of glazed as she continued her mesmeric stroking. Only when my body pushed into hers did she snap back into reality. "Get back!" she hissed. "I'll tell you when to make a move. Go on, git!"
"I thought it took two to tango," I objected.
"Not with me. I call the shots." She pushed me away from her and tried to take up where she'd left off. I got off the bed and confronted her.
"Look, I don't know what kind of bag you're in but I like for it to be mutual. Now either you -- " I didn't get any further. She seemed to bounce up off the bed and right at me, her hands going right for my throat, and I just couldn't get out of the way in time. She got me into a strangle hold and wrestled me down onto the bed, pinning my arms back with one hand and slapping me about the back of the head with the other.
"You better do as I say, bitch! I don't care how lovely you are and how much Ida likes you, if you don't do it my way I'm going to slap those pearly whites down your throat, you hear!"
"Okay, okay, I give up." She let me go but remained on her guard. Those ice blue eyes were lit up with malice now, terrifying me into submission. I lay back down and allowed her to begin stroking me again. She propped herself up on one elbow and watched as her hand slid along my belly, soft and slow, travelling down to my thigh and back up to the lower section of my breasts but never touching the vital parts. My frustration grew rapidly now that I knew there were no choices open to me. Her fingernails came into play, subtly scratching at my over-sensitive skin until weird tingles ran down to my bones. This, at least, was a step forward. The tingles spread and warmed my body, even brought a faint film of dew to my pussy lips. I figured she just didn't like to be touched and that she had a fixation about touching other people, that that's how she got off. Well, if that was the case I had to adjust to her ways. It was either that or get beaten up.
I relaxed as much as I could, sinking into a torpor that made her caresses more pleasurable due to an absence of any other feelings or demands. It was still hard to resist envying the rampagings going on in the other alcoves but slowly her monotonous caresses were beginning to get the better of me. She covered every square inch of the front of my body without once touching my nipples or pussy. Sometimes she came very close and then my body started to tremble in anticipation, all in vain. There was more frustration than pleasure involved in this for me but there was a pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel -- by avoiding my vital parts so assiduously she was obviously preparing me for a full-scale assault on them.
My patience paid off. She moved downward, still caressing me and still keeping her distance, but her face was now very close to my pussy. My legs parted slightly. I didn't want them to but they did anyway. I was hot and runny inside, my clitoris throbbed in time, with my nipples. I kept imagining her mouth against my cunt, pressing hard, sucking me dry, mistreating my clit, anything impactful and brutal to relieve the agony of her light caresses. But oh, how slow she was, how tardy! Her face hovered just above my pussy's mound, I could hear her breathing in my scent, both her hands rested on my upper thighs, and I was shaking, pleading with her in my mind, so utterly ready that I felt like grabbing her and shoving her up my box whole!
Down a bit further. Her nose touched my hairs and she let the tip of it graze through my bush leisurely. Her thumbs had crept down to the insides of my thighs and were slowly pulling at my flesh to part my cunt. I dung to the sheets and gritted my teeth to stop from screaming out my frustration. Her tongue appeared and ran through my hair, almost but not quite touching my flesh. She went on teasing me like that for a few minutes and then, finally, she allowed her tongue to go down into the top of my slit. That felt heavenly. After all the build-up she'd given me, an ant could have given me a climax just by walking over my clit. Now that her tongue was insinuating itself into my slit, warm, rolling waves of pleasure swept through me and evoked tiny moans of delight. She parted my legs further, further, pushing at them till they stuck out from my torso nearly at right angles. When that was done she moved further back and lay with her head between my legs so that only the tip of her tongue had any contact with my body.
That tip snaked along my slit like a shy snail, touching me so lightly that I had to amplify each' sensation before it could have any effect. By forcing me to use my own imagination she provided me with the subtlest pleasures I had ever experienced, pleasures that made me hot all over and cramped my insides. The more she did it, the more cramped my belly became, until, with devilish timing, she shoved her tongue right up my cunt and the cramp imploded to release an orgasm of such magnificence that I screamed at the top of my lungs and writhed about like a woman possessed for what seemed an eternity. Rockets went off, bells rang, the works, I was a goner!
"You see what I was doing now?" she asked with a triumphant smile on her face. "I hope this will teach you not to interfere with me in future."
"Just keep going!" I panted.
"Promise you won't interfere anymore?"
"I'll promise anything!" In the back of my mind I vowed never to let her near me again. That kind of torture was too much to take. But since she was on the way I wanted to see where it all led to. Now that she had me over the first hurdle her tongue began to work me over more vigorously, sliding along the smooth inner flesh, concentrating on my clitoris, and poking up my pussy hole as far as it would go. Now I also had more confidence in her and went along with everything she tried to do. She brought me a lot of pleasure in this way but I still found it regrettable that she wouldn't let me enjoy her body. After all, she was a beautiful woman, big tits, blonde pussy, firm thighs, and a deliciously rounded ass, all of which I could have really enjoyed if she'd only give me a chance. Instead of sharing her wealth she continued to suck at my pussy.
In this way she produced a number of mild climaxes in me, but after a half an hour or so it became plain boring. I sat up against a mound of pillows and found a remote control device on the bedside table with which to turn on the television. Mary Lou's feelings might be hurt but I wasn't going to lie there like a corpse while she had her fun.
The television came on with a talk show and the moment she heard the first sounds her head lifted up from my wet pussy and her eyes conveyed a question, "Why?"
"Because I'm bored," I said. "You won't let me participate, so what can I do?"
"You can damn well lie there and take it!" she snapped.
"I have, and for too long."
"You've got five seconds to switch it off," she threatened.
"Fuck you." She didn't answer but I could see her counting. At the count of five she stood up on the bed and threw herself at me. This time I knew what to expect. While she was flying through the air I rolled out of the way, jumped to my feet, and when she hit the bed I let her have a cuff to the back of her head that stunned her for a moment. Now she was really angry.
"You wise-assed bitch! I'm going to tear your head off for this!" She looked as though she meant it. Her long, lithe body sprang from the bed and a moment later we were rolling around on the floor, fighting our way past the other alcoves. Girls screamed, the lights went on, and suddenly Ida was by our side, tearing us apart.
"That's enought now, girls, stop it!" she yelled. A few of the other girls held Mary Lou back. I was more than ready to give up. She had scratched my face and my hair was all over the place, other than that there was no damage. Ida started a long lecture on how we should never fight, The Boss didn't like for his girls to be scarred, and so on. While she was telling us what we already knew, another visitor entered our domain. It was Bruce.
Tall, dark, and handsome, he entered our quarters with a confident gait, and seemed mildly startled when confronted by the uproar. Mary Lou was cursing and carrying on, the girls were yelling at her to stop it, and Ida went on with her lecture as if she'd used it numerous times. "Oh, it's you making trouble again," he said to Mary Lou. "You know, you really must stop that or you'll be out on the street. The Boss is still angry with you for marking up one of the other girls and I'm getting tired of coming here for a quiet visit only to find you stirring up trouble."
"I'm sorry, Bruce." A sudden change took place in the Southern belle. Meek, humble, apologetic, she went up to him and wrapped her arms about his waist. "It won't ever happen again, I promise you. But she got me so mad that I had to teach her a lesson. Nobody turns on the television while I'm making love to her!"
"Yes, yes, that's all very well," said Bruce, disengaging her arms and pushing her aside. "But you should understand that there's a fault in the way you make love that causes a person to turn to other forms of entertainment. I've seen you in action, Mary Lou, and you can be very dull." The other girls murmured their agreement and the blonde flashed with fury for a second.
"I'm going back to bed if you're going to be here," Ida said, and I noticed a tinge of resentment to her voice. "You'll keep the peace, I suppose."
"Goodnight," he told her without facing her. Ida patted me on the cheek and winked before leaving. When the door closed behind her the girls clustered around Bruce, clamoring for his attention, but he just smiled and went over to the conversation pit and sat down. "You know she watches you all on her private monitor, don't you?" he told us. "There really is no point in fighting because she'll stop any trouble the moment it starts."
"How can she know?" I asked.
Bruce pointed at the ceiling and protruding from several lamp bases were camera eyes that swivelled now and then. Two of them were pointed directly at us. "The Boss has his eye on you at all times, and so does Ida. Why, I even look in on you all sometimes. And turning off your lights makes no difference, Wanda, these are very special cameras."
"Jesus, so much for privacy," I sighed. Still, with all these open alcoves privacy was a strictly relative matter, and if a few other members of the family looked in, what difference could it make? The girls were all over Bruce now, naked and 'horny, having been excited by their partners or by themselves and now they lusted after what only he had to offer, that heavy bulge in his tight pants. Recalling what a splendid lover he had been during our one night together I started to hunger for his honey too.
"So what have you girls been up to?" Bruce asked, ignoring the girls who were trying to undo his zipper to get at his treasure. "I don't suppose you've missed me, have you?"
"Yes we have!" they chorused. He knew it, too, I could tell by the smug expression on his face. His position was enviable. He could have any one of us and have her in his own way. Apparently that's what he had in mind.
"Well, I sure did miss you," he said. "I was lying in bed with nothing to do and I thought, Why not visit the girls? They'll divert me. Who's it going to be tonight?"
"Me, me, me!" they all yelled.
"I see ... well, I guess I'll have to be the one who makes the choice. I want something special tonight and it's going to take two girls. Let me see ... BJ, you'll be one of them." BJ pushed the other girls out of the way and tried to take his cock out at once but Bruce stopped her for the moment. "And ... yes, Wanda, you can be the second."
"Why her? She's a newcomer!" exclaimed Marne, looking very disappointed.
"You'll all get your turn in time," he soothed them. "Tonight they're the ones I want but the rest of you are more than welcome to watch. BJ, you know what to do, and Wanda, fetch an anal dildo from that drawer, one with belts on it. I feel like getting it both ways this evening." He stood up and took off his clothes before a most appreciative audience. The girls took his garments and folded them neatly, then sat around and watched as BJ pounced on his cock and started to suck him off vigorously. "Take it easy, love," he said, "I want to last a while this time." She slowed down reluctantly.
I was less than pleased with my assigned task but something was better than nothing. The anal dildo was at the back of the drawer and a little dusty. Apparently Helen had been resorting to the bigger models. This one was no bigger than my index finger and when I strapped it on I looked like a horny boy. Bruce told me to put some vaseline on it and he made BJ lay on her back along the couch so he could squat over her on his hands and knees. That made it easy for me to get at his ass, white and hairy, hard and flexed. I felt very unsure about the whole deal and if it hadn't been for all the girls watching I might have balked. As it was I got on my knees behind him and aimed the small dildo at his exposed asshole.
"That's the way, gently now, gently, I'm very tight," he said, looking back at me over his shoulder. "Just ease it in -- aaaahhh, that's good. Now start to fuck slowly."
BJ sucked at his cock noisily and I started to slide the mini-dildo up his ass, taking pains to deliver each thrust with care and thoroughness. It was mildly exciting for me just to have his muscular buns before me, but for the rest it was wasted on me. So. far Ida had been the only one who showed any concern for my physical and emotional needs. Mary Lou had just added to my needs and now Bruce was going to indulge himself at my expense. Out of spite I gave him a good, hard thrust, but he loved it. The other girls seemed to get a much bigger bang from just watching. They huddled close together, all of them naked and still a little dishevelled from their romping, hands covering breasts and pussies, fingers manipulating their love-lumps, occasionally kissing, but always with their eyes fixed on BJ and Me. Mary Lou was the only one who looked left out. She sat well away from the others and sulked actively.
Mae spotted my indifference first. She came over to sit behind me and began to caress my legs with the palms of her hands, very softly, reminiscent of Mary Lou, but pretty soon she started to put on the pressure. While I worked the dildo up Bruce's ass she took hold of my feet and started to massage them with surprising force, kneading the soles, cracking the toes and rubbing just below my ankles. At first I thought she was just a foot fetishist on the make and I ignored her. But slowly, delightful impulses eased up my legs to gather in the vicinity of My pussy. I looked back just to make sure all she was doing was massaging my feet! Yes, she was, sitting up straight on the couch, her narrow eyes fixed on my pussy. She looked quite lovely like that, so poised and controlled, working me over the way a geisha would a good customer. Just having her take an interest in me was pleasing.
Now that there was something in it for me I started to give it to Bruce with more zest. He was having a ball between BJ and me, fucking her mouth and coming up to meet my downthrust, surrounded by naked beauties, what More could any man want. I started to hope he'd come soon so I could concentrate on what Mae was doing to me. Her mouth was down on my insteps now, softly kissing and licking them, making love to my feet in a way that thrilled me all the way to the top of my head. How did she do it? Other people had toyed with my feet but they mustn't have known what possibilities they contained. In her hands they became erogenous zones of the first order.
"Go, go, go!" moaned Bruce, plowing his dick down BJ's throat. And BJ was panting and moaning along with him, her eyes wide open to see his long, thick cock riding in and out of her big mouth. His balls were slapping against her chin and his pubic hair brushed against her nose each time he shoved his dick into her, and she loved it! I had never seen a girl get such a kick out of blowing. She caressed his hairy, muscular thighs, tickled his balls, and accommodated his full length as easily as another person might fit a thumb in her mouth. That was expertise for you. I had to admire her for turning. a mere craft into an art form. Heaven only knew what her tongue and teeth were doing to Bruce's cock.
I felt like a mere accessory in this match. My fucking was weak compared to her sucking. Much as I tried to draw his attention back to me, Bruce was lost to BJ. Even when he lost me for a minute he didn't notice. He just kept right on pushing his cock into her mouth and groaning as if he was about to expire. I looked around at Mae to see how she was doing. As well as manipulating my flesh she was also giving BJ a good time by running her long, sharp fingernails down the sucker's thighs and toying with her pussy deftly. She had kissed her way up to my calves now, licking and nibbling at my flesh and spreading that delicious glow higher and higher up my legs.
"Here it comes, BJ," Bruce said suddenly. "Open up and say Ah! That's a good girl, watch it now, I'm coming -- HUNNNNHI" With a deep grunt he released his sperm and everyone watched BJ squirm around in ecstasy as she licked up the precious fluids that had squirted into her mouth. Not a drop was spilled. Her hand squeezed at his cock to bring more up, keeping her, lips securely around his glans and swallowing every last shred of his ejaculation. I was glad to pull out. Quickly I undid the belt and cast the little dildo aside to give my body over to Mae. She was up to my thighs and rising. Her long black hair caressed along the inside of my legs as she moved closer and closer to the part of me that throbbed only for her. When Bruce stepped off the couch, I found myself sagging down over BJ's prostrate form. She was still relishing her sperm intake and hardly noticed me. It felt good to have her warm, slender body under mine and I wrapped my arms around her for support as the wily Oriental snuck up my inner thighs and rubbed my pussy with her smooth hair. She was so subtle and precise that she had me in a frenzy before her lips even touched my cunt and BJ had to bear the brunt of it all.
She didn't seem to mind when I started to kiss her and undulate on top of her. BJ took everything in her stride. She obligingly placed her arms about me and held me tight, even returned some of my kisses even though she knew I was kissing Mae through her. But after a while BJ's kisses became more passionate, more demanding, and it became clear that Mae was taking us both on. Her tongue writhed down the length of my slit, then kept right on going to BJ's, up and down with long, regular strokes, sometimes taking in our assholes, at other times going from clitoris to clitoris. BJ and I began to fuck each other, grinding our pubic bones together so that we flexed each other's cunt flesh in time with Mae's ineffable lapping. We were capturing everyone's interest. When I peeked I saw that Bruce had left our quarters and that all three of the closed-circuit TV lenses were upon us. No doubt Ida, The Boss, and Bruce were in their own rooms, watching us at their ease, probably playing with themselves as we performed for them. Well, let them, this was a show worth seeing even from my point of view.
Marne was the next to join us. Carefully she lowered her pussy between my face and BJ's so that we could make merry with all of it. And Helen decided to do me a big favor by taking the anal dildo in hand and easing it up my asshole. Selina and Susan sat on the floor beside us and made love to each other while keeping an eye on the frantic goings-on on the couch, Juanita sat on the table and masturbated with mucho gusto, Irma was writhing about like a ball of silly putty with the biggest dildo in the house sticking out of her twat and Deborah on her face. Mary Lou stayed in her corner and frowned. She wanted to punish us, apparently, but she wasn't hurting anyone's feelings but her own.
My eyes went from Juanita's dark pussy, splayed and getting fingered, to the beautiful black twins kissing each other and caressing the other's identical. body sensitively, taking in as much as I could in between licking Marnie's blonde, generously proportioned pussy and straining under the pressure of the anal dildo, Mae's deft tongue, and BJ's strenuous bucking. Everything started to spin before my eyes. This was too much for me, I had to come quick or burst! Helen began to fuck my ass faster, digging the dildo up me until I began to worry she might lose it up me. And Mae, God! what her tongue didn't know about cunt wasn't worth knowing! It dipped into me, lassoed my clit, then her lips squeezed my labia and tugged at them to set off another chain reaction of tiny strings of orgasms, and before they were over she was tongue-fucking me again. She did her best to divide herself between me and BJ, though, and when she was elsewhere I focussed on Marnie's cunt. BJ and I were licking her cunt and assholes fervently, savoring her soft, white flesh, drinking her juices and finding pure pleasure in the musky recess of her asshole. She supported herself with difficulty, trembling and straining, every muscle taut, but staying in place until we made her come violently. Then she almost crashed on us but managed to avoid that by throwing herself sideways and hitting the floor instead. She stayed there, grinning broadly and hazily watching the black twins arouse each other and uttering shrill cries.
BJ and I began to kiss again, adding the flavor of cunt to our passionate exchanges of spit and tongue. Everything in me burned brightly, all the crisis lights were on; my ass, my pussy, my tits, they all irradiated pleasure -- seething, white-hot pleasure. Beside me Juanita was knocking things off the table in her bid for an orgasm, sprawling over the glass top and cursing in Spanish, fingering, pinching, her legs up in the air and her pussy gushing out its whitish love juices. Selina and Susan were in a ball on the floor, eating each other with passion. Helen and Mae worked on; Irma and Deborah fingered each other toward oblivion. It felt as though all the girls were trembling on ,the brink of something big and it would take very little to push them all over. And when that white ball of fire in my belly exploded into a million pieces of all colors, they came with me, screaming, whimpering, bucking furiously, or simply folding up into a dead faint.
The party was over. We all struggled to free ourselves from embraces and viselike thighs, fixed our hair some, and smiled sheepishly. "Well, now you're one of the initiates," said Marne. "One of the girls, a fully-fledged member of the kimono brigade."
"It's official now?" I asked.
"Official and unanimous," said Marnie.
"Not quite," said Mary Lou. "In my opinion she's just an ordinary street dyke who came in from the cold because she wasn't getting laid."
The girls all looted at her sternly, then they turned to Marne to see what they should do. Mamie was the senior girl and the one who usually made the big decisions, I was told later. This time she rose to the occasion admirably. "A dissenting vote," she said. "I wonder if this is your objective, considered opinion, Mary Lou."
"It sure is," said the Southern belle, belligerently.
"In that case we're going to have to change your mind. Irma, go fetch me the paddles."
"Oh, no!" Mary Lou turned pale and moved back in her seat as if to protect her ass. "You know I hate that."
"Of course I do." There was silence as we waited for Irma to return. The plump girl came rushing back, her flesh moving every which way, and deposited two ping-pong bats in Deborah's lap. "All right, Debbie, give it to her."
"I'll scratch the first girl who comes near me!" threatened Mary Lou. "So help me I will. You have no right to paddle me."
"Might is right," Marie said, staying true to her '50's type. "Let's get her, girls!" As one they swarmed at her and pinned her down on her belly before she could raise a finger. Her white ass contracted nervously as Deborah raised one of the paddles. Marnie took up the other one and for a moment both paddles were suspended over her quivering buns. Then Deborah slapped it against her ass, raised it and let Marnie take a hit. Mary Lou started to cry out in anger and pain, struggling to get away. The girls kept their weight on her back and legs and Deborah and Mamie paddled away in harmony, hard and fast. Her white cheeks were turning red under the assault and her language was getting more obscene by the minute. I sat back and thought it was a fitting punishment. But Mary Lou was a tricky one. Much as she protested and cursed her eyes were shining with pleasure. And pretty soon she could no longer disguise her delight in getting spanked by the girls. Her curses turned into long wails and her body moved so that her ass poked up and invited more paddling, harder, more resounding.
But Deborah and Marnie were no fools either. When they saw that their punishment was turning into a reward they started to hit harder, taking Mary Lou up into a frantic climax and keeping it up all the way along the descent. That's when pain took over again and Mary Lou's struggle became a sincere one. "That's enough!" she cried. "Please stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Is it unanimous?" asked Marnie, laying the paddle on her quivering cheeks with all her strength.
"Yes, yes, goddammit! Anything you say only stop hitting me!"
"No, that's not the right spirit," said Deborah. "We want a genuine apology and a genuine admission that you were only fooling around before."
"Oh, please!" she sobbed. "I love her, she's one of the girls, I take back everything I ever said about her."
"That's better." The paddles stopped and left Mary Lou with a pair of buns redder than an orangutang's. She got up and rubbed herself gingerly, then came over and kissed me on the cheek. "See? We're the best of friends now," she told them. Irma was given the paddles to take back.
We started to head for bed when a bell rang. All of them froze. I looked at them with a question but no one bothered to answer it. A speaker crackled and then a metallic voice said: "Irma, honey, come down to my room immediately." A snap and then there was silence. The other girls went to bed but Irma hurried out of the room to meet whoever it was that called.
"Who was that?" I asked Marnie.
"That was the man himself, The Boss. Irma is the only one here who can go see him without an induction period because she's always red hot."
"Explain that further?"
"The induction period? Oh, you'll find out soon enough. He wants his girls to be as horny as bitches before they get into his room. That way he doesn't have to mess around with fore-play. you see. Personally I like the induction period better than the sessions with him. Hey, do you want to see them going at it?"
"Sure." She led me back to the conversation pit and turned the television on to channel 3, then operated a box beside it. A black and white picture came on, a camera shot from the ceiling of a lavish room right down on the bed. A middle-aged, tall man with a tanned, strong body lay in the center of the bed, naked, his cock hard and getting a rubbing from his hand. As we watched another person entered the picture, plump, horny Irma, rushing for the bed and throwing herself on him, kissing and hugging The Boss and working his cock into her cunt right away. He was smiling broadly as she undulated on top of him, working her big thighs up and down and making the ample flesh of her ass roll with her exertions. She was hot all right. That girl lived to be laid.
"BJ can go in any time, too," said Marnie, while we watched Irma's progress. "There's no need to heat up her mouth. But when he wants to fuck her she goes through the same motions as the rest of us. He's got it all worked out. When he's bored with one kind of sex, he tries another. However, to my undying regret, I must admit he prefers BJ and Irma over the rest of us."
"I don't understand why. If I was him I'd have the whole crew in every night."
"Ah, that's just what he won't let himself do. After all, when you have everything there's no place to go. You have to enjoy what you have over and over, which means never enjoying it completely. The Boss is very careful never to glut himself. And it may well be that he prefers Irma and BJ precisely because they mean least to him. BJ blows him, Irma screws him, but they never get to the marrow of sex, if you see what I mean."
"Sort of." I watched Irma's fleshy gyrations for a little longer and then asked: "How often do you get to see The Boss?"
"Apart from dinner parties I would say once a month. He's a bit kinky that way, you see, he waits till I have almost finished my period and then he makes me dress up like cheesecake and makes guilty love with me. Some of the other girls go in more often. Mary Lou, for example, goes in every three weeks when he feels like conquering someone, Helen every couple of weeks when he has trouble with his latent side. But Selina and Susan are saved for the special occasions, maybe every six weeks. That's when he really runs the risk of jading his appetite. Aren't they exquisite?"
"They certainly are."
"Very exclusive, too, unfortunately," Marnie muttered. She turned off the TV just as The Boss climaxed. "Well, Wanda, let's hit the sack. We've got a hard day ahead of us tomorrow. The Boss is throwing a little party for some of his managers. He does that to keep them working like ants, you see. A little flesh goes a long way."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Marnie took me up on the roof. Precautions had been taken to disguise our location up there, in the form of a high brick wall that went up some ten feet on all four sides. The building must have been very high because I couldn't see the tops of any others, only blue sky. Trees had been planted in large casks in strategic locations, a badminton court and other sport facilities occupied the central section of the roof, deck chairs and benches were lined along the walls, and in enclosed compartments were a television set, stereo, and games equipment. This really was the most complete nursery I had ever seen.
Most of the girls were reclining on the chairs, getting an all-body tan. Music played softly. The walls blocked the breeze and left us to bask in the warm sun undisturbed. When it was time for lunch, Cook, a large, thick-set woman, brought it up to us. I lay inert, thinking about the girls below who were working off their asses for a miserable pay packet while we had nothing to do but be beautiful. Not that we were left totally alone. When it was late into the afternoon and a little cooler, Ida came up and told the girls it was time to exercise. They groaned as they got out of their comfortable chairs but none of them refused.
The exercises were specially designed to keep our bodies trim and our orifices tight. Not only did we have to go through the normal calisthenics, we also had to sit on towels and contract our pussy holes for a full ten minutes. I felt like giggling but obviously all of them were very serious about this. Ida sat in front of her group and showed them how, to do it, contracting her cunt over and over, much more easily than any of us could manage it. That led to yoga exercises, not the religious kind but the erotic ones. We had to concentrate on our cunts and try to make it move as an independent body. Marnie, having done this for longer than any of us, knew how to expel air from her pussy, and she took pleasure in showing me how she did that. Much as I tried, however, I couldn't do it.
The exercising went on for two full hours and at the end of them I felt like collapsing. That was not permitted. "Come on, girls," said Ida, springing to her feet as if she wasn't tired at all, "to the showers for a cold one, and then you'll be able to take a nice hot bath." We were marched off to the bathing area, a dozen tubs with showerheads over them. Cold water gushed out of the broad nozzles and froze me into a block of ice. Then hot water filled the tub and thawed me out. I had to admit I felt good when it was all over.
"This happens every day," Marnie said, as we dried ourselves down. "I used to resent the regimentation of it, you know, being treated like a bunch of girl guides, but you'll be surprised how much good it does you. You become more alert and effective sexually, you eat better, you shit better, it just benefits you all around."
"I'm glad to hear it." We slipped into our kimonos and went back to the quarters for half an hour to await the summons from The Boss. While we waited, Marnie instructed me on how to deal with the guests.
"Of course you can't screw any of them. The Boss is very possessive that way. However, they can touch you for as long as they want to, and if they ask you to blow them you're to go right ahead and do it. The actual work isn't much. You help Cook set out the food, you may have to refill the glasses, but you know that's all secondary to our real function. You have to be nice to the guests, you have to love them sincerely, which means you giggle at their jokes, you seem surprised and flattered when they want to shove their fingers up your twat, and you really can't wait for them to maul your tits. Get it?"
"I used to be a bottomless waitress once," I said, "so this isn't anything new to me."
"Good. Most of the girls tend to balk at first when they walk naked into a room full of men. It should be a breeze for you."
At eight o'clock sharp we were lined up and inspected by Ida for the debut. We looked good, smelled good, and felt good. Since we'd been without men, for such a long time (discounting Bruce) it would be something of a treat to hear male voices again and to be stared at with masculine lust. We marched into the dining room from the elevator and took up our assigned positions, one girl behind each chair. Mamie stood at the head of the table, right behind the largest, most ornate chair. The only question was, Who would we score?
A few minutes later the doors opened and a group of men sauntered in, holding a glass of wine each, cigar in mouth, all of them beautifully dressed and groomed. I recognized the boss from his video image. He was the tallest of them, greying at the temples, tanned, distinguished, while his managers tended to be nuggety and young. Obviously" go-getters. They were very blase about us. One or two of them stared, but covertly. A few of the older hands recognized Marnie and Mary Lou and said hello the way one might greet a waitress at a plush restaurant. When they were seated, The Boss pressed a buzzer and Cook appeared, helped by a mousey little woman, rolling in a trolley laden with food. The man in front of me seemed a lot more interested in the food than in me. This could prove to be a long evening.
While they ate, I drifted off into my own thoughts. The cunt exercises we'd done earlier had made me feel very pleasant, and to fill in the time I started to do them again. They weren't difficult to do, it was just a matter of bearing down on my pussy and squeezing the muscles together, over and over. A warm glow spread through my belly as I continued the exercise, pleasant and absorbing. I stood there with my hands behind my back, masturbating in secret, and the men and women near me had no idea! That alone was thrilling, but it was nothing compared to what my pussy started to do. Once it had been stimulated, the rest followed automatically. I got wet. That much was okay. But then I became very, very horny! I hadn't bargained for that. My intention had been to fool around with myself, not get serious. As I stood there, contracting my cunt muscles, a strong desire to get laid swept through me. I knew I ought to stop teasing myself but I couldn't! My cunt had taken over, contracting, expanding, hungry for love. To make it worse, my eyes fell on the hands of the man before me. He had big hands, covered in a pelt of dark hair, thick, strong fingers that handled his knife and fork deftly. In my mind, I could see one of those fingers sliding into my wet hole, filling it so that my muscles could have something to work against. I kept looking at his brutal fingers and squeezing my pussy. It became impossible to keep my hands out of the action. Demurely I let them hang in front of my pubic bush and then, when I was sure no one could see me, I eased one finger into my wet slit. That felt delicious! The other girls stood by with stoney faces but I was having a ball.
Now that one finger was inside there was no reason why the others should be excluded. Both hands stroked my pussy, slipping into the half-submerged valley and stirring up the juices, then went even further, pushing past the flexing barriers of my pussy to feed it. The only trouble was that my knees were weakening. The Boss and his managers were talking about Important Things, too busy to notice how I buckled occasionally. But the girls noticed. Marnie threw me a wink and the girls near me stared until it occurred to them that my behavior was only logical under the circumstances. Now their hands moved to their pussies, surreptitiously fingering themselves while maintaining their aloof fronts for the sake of the business being discussed at the table.
The men didn't know it but there was a digital orgy in progress all around them. A few of the girls started to show signs of strain as they fingered themselves into weak-kneed jellies; older hands like Marnie looked like they were considering double-debenture bookkeeping. And I was getting so horny looking at that guy's fingers that I felt like screwing his hands off and jamming them both up my cunt! The vague perfume of cunt pervaded the room. An occasional squelch could be heard. And yet the men kept talking and eating, impervious to us all. Still, that heady perfume had to reach them, if only subconsciously. We were advertising subliminally, so to speak. Poor Irma was nearly crazy with lust now. She was the most uncool of all of us, standing behind one of the chairs and just about fucking it. Susan and Selina had also been assigned to separate chairs but they bridged the gap by holding hands. What their other hands were doing was anyone's guess. Unhappily they were out of my sight. I just couldn't understand how those men could ignore us, especially the delicious twins. At that moment I wanted them more than anything!
Behind the chair next to mine stood Mae, inscrutable, a bunch of fingers stuffed up her almost hairless pussy, looking over at me to see how I was doing. On the other side was Deborah, smarter than the rest of us as usual. She had managed to get hold of a long-handled spoon, probably from the trolley as it rolled by, and she had the handle so far up herself that only the spoon's bowl showed. It was a crazy scene. The chairs were so high that the men could only see our tits. We were like ducks, doing nothing above the surface of the water and paddling like crazy underneath.
By the time the men had finished eating and talking we were as horny as toads! Some of the girls had stopped pretending to be cool. They were red in the face and short of breath, rubbing their pussies with open lechery. Irma was near to climbing the walls. The twins were behind the same chair and hugging each other while their tight little asses flexed with every thrust of their pubic bones. Even Mae was scrutable at this point. The Boss clapped his hands and said, "Let's bring on the women." And now the managers began to look around at us with interest. The Boss had said it was all right to be interested.
As one we stopped playing with ourselves and forced our interest to take in other people. The men didn't suspect a thing. They probably thought all women were horny for them all the time. The guy in front of me got a bit of a surprise when I passed my cunt-stained hand in front of his face, but apart from a little jolt he didn't react.
"Fill the glasses, girls," said The Boss royally. There were decanters on dressers behind us and we took one each to fill the glass of our alloted man. They drank it down and, following the example of The Boss, they threw the glasses into the fire place. I rolled up my eyes in disgust. What the hell did they think they were, barons? Then they were really loose. My man took me around the waist and let his eyes travel up and down my body. The moisture of my pussy had matted my bush somewhat and my nipples were erect. He smiled and said:
"Have I kept you waiting, baby?"
"You certainly have," I said with a naughty smile. "And you ought to make up for that to me."
"How could I do that?" His hand came up to my 'tits and squeezed each one fondly. "Is that any better?" I didn't answer but moved my hips so that my cunt hair was very near to the hand that was still on the armrest of his chair. He lifted it slightly and let it brush against my pussy. "Wow, you're all wet, aren't you baby? Do I turn you on?"
"You sure do," I said, looking at that brutish hand. The other girls were playing up to their men in the same way, making them feel like champion studs, and they loved it. The Boss had his hand on Marnie's full cheeks, squeezing them as he watched his managers have fun. He seemed to enjoy himself as much as any sultan could. These were his women, they were doing his bidding, he was the master of sex! The only problem was that he'd had to pay for it all instead of conquering us bodily. I began to resent his smugness. A hasty reminder of what receptionists had to go through got me back into the swing. I smiled at the younger manager who was busily pawing me and moved my pussy along the side of his hand so that he got a better feel.
BJ had already talked her charge into undoing his fly and letting her go down on him. She was smiling broadly as she lowered her face into his lap and took all of his cock into her mouth. Irma was getting what she wanted from her man's fingers. She had his hand in a firm grip and was moving it in and out of her pussy as hard as she could, groaning, straining, sweating, and loving every second of it. The Boss regarded her with some concern, no doubt worried about the size of her snatch. But he knew he well enough not to try and stop her halfway through. Mary Lou was on her knees, resting on her man's thigh while he played with her big, white tits. Susan and Selina stole glances at each other while they allowed the men to play with their tiny tits. All down the table the girls were putting out all they were allowed to put out and the young managers were getting pretty randy over them. I wondered how they could be stopped from screwing us eventually. Wouldn't they tell The Boss to go fuck himself if he tried to hold them back? Yes, a coup! They'd oust him and lay us -- that would be nice!
To encourage my man to rebel I leaned over him and rubbed my tits into his face. He was copping a thorough feel of my pussy, a finger slid up me, then another, finger-fucking me quickly and licking at the soft flesh of my tits. I moved over on his lap and perched on the big bulge rising under his pants, rubbing my pussy over it as a way of fucking without actually fucking. "Dry-humping" we used to call it in high school. Well, I was back there, making do with that hard bulge to rub my clitoris into submission. Of course such orgasms had no real impact on my desires, they just mollified me for a minute and then I became even hornier than before. But it was better than nothing. He had his mouth wide open and was sucking in as much tit as he could accommodate, feeling my ass with both hands. He was so strong and hairy that I began to hunger for his love and his alone. He was a man for all his managerial airs -- a man with a cock, muscles, balls, a hairy chest, and the power to pound my pussy into another dimension.
"Okay baby; down you go," he said suddenly. I felt myself getting pushed under the table and then his zip became undone, his cock reared out, and there it was, his true desire. His dick vibrated in front of my face, just waiting to be blown. What bitter disappointment! For a blissful moment I thought he was a fucker, but he turned out to be a sucker to the core. Oh, well, cock was cock. And when his thick knob moved in between my lips it was like rediscovering an old friend. The familiar smell of manhood came to my nostrils, the soft skin covering the hard flesh brushed erotically against my lips and palate, the thick veins strung like cables about his throbbing meat, the tang of piss and sweat blending with deodorants, the woolly bush of hair -- it all came back to me in a rush. Before I knew it, sex narrowed down to having his dick down my throat and sucking it for all I was worth.
All around me wet, slurping noises could be heard. The men were getting their dessert. I realized that it could be months before the next party and that in between parties I would have to make do with pussy and tits, with an occasional Bruce thrown in for good measure. This cock would have to be tide me over. I began to love it like I had never loved a dick before, licking it and kissing it, rubbing my face against it and running the tips of my fingers along the silky skin, fondling his heavy balls, nuzzling them, doing everything to make his dick mine. He sat way back in his chair and clung to the armrests with both hands, completely out of it.
Now for a few little bites. I brought my teeth right up under his glans and nibbled at the polished skin under it, softly but insistently, bringing new sensations to his all ready livid cock. Then more tongue, stroking the full length of his dick from the sides, mauling at it with my lips, massaging it. He was so hard that the veins were bulging out, blue under his light brown skin, and a little wetness showed at the top of his knob. I wanted that dick inside me so badly that I was almost prepared to be fired rather than pass it by. But there had to be another way. I left his dick momentarily to peek over the top of the table. The Boss had his eyes closed and was fondly running his fingers through Marnie's blonde locks. Her head was bobbing up and down slowly and, since I had full confidence in her, she was lulling him into an erotic daydream from which he wouldn't soon recover.
At once I tugged at the manager and brought him down further, until he was almost sitting on the floor. I put my finger to my lips to caution him and he understood. Then, squatting over him under the table, I guided his cock up my sopping cunt and eased myself down over it. It took all my will power to stop from crying out in pure bliss! His cock soughed into my cunt so easily, yet it filled it to bursting, and it took a while to get a smooth motion going. My juices seeped in about his. intruding member bountifully and from there on it was easy. I fucked him sideways and from the front, changing position whenever the urge became urgent, bobbing over him with my knees bent and acting as spring-boards for my greedy downward thrusts. And he hung there, his arms back on the seat of his chair, barely able to stay upright.
"What's the Man doing?" I whispered in between climaxes. He peered up over the table and shook his head reassuringly. I turned my back to him and started to fuck him backwards, both hands on the floor before me, my ass working like an oilfield nodder, up and down, up and down with a steady, pounding beat. In that position I noticed I wasn't the only one taking advantage of The Boss' euphoria. Irma had her man on his back on the floor under the table and she was fucking the shit out of him. And one of the managers had one of the twins under there, too, fucking her nice and easy in accordance with her sensitive needs. I was amazed and aroused to see the girl fuck with someone other than her twin sister, and stared at them while my ass worked up and down my man's thick, hard cock. She caught me looking at her and for a moment her big eyes smiled at me, conspiratorial and almost sisterly.
"I think he's coming!" whispered the manager. I was going to say for him not to worry, but the urgent note in his voice carried some weight. The other girls under the table were already scrambling to get back into respectable positions, and the manager pulled out anyway, so I followed their lead. There I was, sucking a cock redolent of my pussy, and very close to coming. It only took a few sucklings to bring him off and I was rewarded with a generous splash of sperm. One by one the girls pulled the plugs on their men, each conclusion being accompanied by grateful sighs, groans, and grunts. The men relaxed. We got out from under and resumed our positions behind the chairs. Now we were all rumpled and had white stains around our mouths, but those of us who had managed to get laid were much happier than before. The managers buttoned themselves up, coughed and lit up cigars, had their glasses refilled, and tried to look normal. But even they were grinning at each other like boys who've finally gotten a piece.
Now that they were satisfied we didn't have much to do but dance attendance on them. It was sort of boring, a let-down after the magnificent fuck I'd pilfered from under the nose of The Boss. My manager and all the others were very occupied in making a good impression on the hand that fed them and we were once more accessories to them. At last we were told to return to our quarters and all eleven of us sank down into the conversation pit with sighs of relief. Cook brought us a late snack and hot coffee, the television went on, the stereo supplied the sound, and all of us lit up cigarettes in a bid to eradicate the last of the tension.
"I saw you," said Marnie, pointing at me. "I heard this noise under the table so I peered under the cloth and there you were, fucking your guy like a demon! You were wonderful, Wanda."
"Wanda Fuller is her name, wonderfuller is her game," said Deborah, which made the other girls laugh.
"What about Irma, though," I said, not wishing to take all the credit. "She was cutting herself off a decent sized piece, too."
"She often does," said Helen. "You wait and see, Ida's going to put her through extra exercises tomorrow."
"And Susan," I went on, "or was it Selina?"
"Susan," said Susan. "But he forced me. I didn't want him to, he was too big for me."
"How sweet," said Marne. "Too big -- boy, its. been years since a guy proved too big for this pussy."
Susan and Selina were sitting right beside me, holding hands and smiling shyly as the girls went on quipping. Their nearness excited me strangely. Even though wt were all wearing our kimonos again I thrilled to the touch of Susan's thigh against mine, and it was beginning to seem that she was warming to me. We weren't actually meeting but reaching, at least that's how it felt to me. "You looked lovely under the table," I told her in a low voice, and she smiled at me with her mouth and her eyes to indicate the compliment had registered. Selina looked around her sister at me curiously, and soon after the two were whispering so no one else could hear.
Most of the girls went to their own beds that night. Those who had managed to get laid in spite of the rules were sated, and those who hadn't were too tired to do anything else. I took my time drinking the rest of the coffee. An old movie played on the television, stupid and gauche, but it was the perfect soporific for me. My eyes rested on the screen and followed the turbid action until they began to fall to. When one of my legs twitched suddenly I knew it was time to give in to sleep.
After turning everything off I walked over to my bed and fell down on it, already half-asleep. Someone touched me and said something, but I turned over on my side and drifted deeper into sleep. "Wanda, it's me, Susan," she repeated. The words filtered into my brain and were slowly reconstructed to make sense. Susan! I was awake in a second and turned back to her at once.
"Hi! What are you doing still awake?" I asked.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" She was naked and in the light of someone's bedlamp I could make out every lovely part of her body. My head was on the pillow and she was standing right beside me, so the most obvious part of her was between her legs. I couldn't help but notice how sweetly her pussy bulged, how distinctly cleft it was, and how little hair she had on it. Sleep could wait. I moved over to the other side of the bed and made room for her. She crawled in beside me and pulled the sheet over herself. Now there was nothing between us when our thighs touched and the feel of her smooth, warm skin did more for me than getting laid under the table.
"What's the matter, are you and your sister fighting?" I asked.
"Not exactly. She's so stubborn, though. She never wants to be with anyone else and I do ... sometimes." She snuggled up to me and one of her arms came across my belly. It wasn't so much an act of seduction as one of childish trust, yet it didn't fail to arouse me.
"So you decided to strike out on your own, huh?" I took her into my arms and hugged her affectionately. "I really appreciate that, Susan, I appreciate that a lot."
Her lips came up to mine and we began to kiss, softly, tenderly almost. I remembered the way that man had fucked her, just as slowly as she had wanted him to, and I began to understand why. She was made to be loved slowly, she had to be savored, relished, there couldn't be any banging or rushing. She moved over on top of me and kept on kissing. Her body was quite still and waiting to be touched. I wanted nothing more than to oblige her. My hands moved down to her cute little ass and squeezed those tight buttocks, pushing a little to work her pubic bone against mine. How delicate she was. Her full lips filled me with longing. I wanted to make love to her in every way, but I didn't know where to begin.
As if I didn't have enough decisions to make Selina came over to my bed and said, "We never do anything alone." She came under the blankets with us and now I was surrounded. Susan slid down and lay at my other side, unsure of herself now that her sister was around. If I was going to satisfy my wishes I would have to act quickly.
The first action I took was to kick the sheet off the bed, and then I moved down slowly, kissing their tits, so small and firm, then alternated between their bellies, which were flat and hard. They were both very sensitive and responsive, so that even a little loving made them move closer for more. By the time I got my face level with their pussies they were hemming me in, moving over on their sides to present their little black cunts to my watering mouth. For a moment I felt like an ass between two haystacks but all that changed when Susan pushed her little box right into my face.
Her hair was thin and fine, leaving me to taste the softness of her flesh without bushy barriers. And, to keep Selina on my side, I took her in hand. Kissing one cunt and fingering an identical one was twice as much fun. Now and then I changed over, fingering Susan and eating Selina but it hardly seemed to matter to them. Their young bodies were arching tautly, their legs were parting wider, and their sweet little moans filled me with the urge to do even better. And, so as not to hog all the pussy in my bed, I turned around and let them play with mine while I dipped into theirs one after the other.
They worked together very well. While one licked my clitoris the other kissed my ass and inner thighs, and they didn't mind swapping either. Two tongues caressed the most sensitive parts of me and I kept on eating them out, my head swinging between them like a pendulum in my bid to make the most of them. As excited as we were, the pace remained moderate. I took a real delight in running the palms of my hands over their slender thighs, in exploring the tight valleys between their round little buns, even reaching back to get at their titties, so dark and firm next to my big white ones. And they explored me just as thoroughly. Marne had told me they always stuck together. I saw that it thrilled them to have another woman in bed with them for a change.
Slow, mellow climaxes ran through our bodies. We were meshing beautifully in every way. Their bodies pressed against me from both sides, rubbing themselves up to me like affectionate cats, and the way they ate me was out of this world. Their tongues were working on me in unison now, flicking about the inner part of my pussy, licking up the dew and running up the split of my ass and not stopping until they were sure I couldn't take anymore. Afterward I came around and lay beside them, one hand one each pussy, fingering them slowly and watching them writhe with pleasure. We were doing so well, ascending together, loving, kissing, singing songs of sensuality and it would have gone on for most of the night if Mary Lou hadn't interfered.
The way she interfered offended me most. The three of us were really doing well when suddenly a waterfall broke loose over us. We sat up, spluttering and out of whack, only to see Mary Lou standing at the foot of the bed with an empty bucket. "I asked you to keep quiet before," she said angrily, "and you wouldn't. So now I'm asking again. Keep quiet!"
I couldn't believe it! She had to be crazy. As one we jumped at her and started to belabor her with our fists. "You stupid bitch!" I yelled. "Don't you have any feelings for other people?" Of course she hadn't or else she would never have interrupted us so rudely. We hit her with everything we had and she fought back lice a lion. Lights went on, girls jumped out of their beds and tried to pull us off her, but it took Ida to do it.
"You again, Mary Lou? I think there's something wrong with you. Marnie, Deborah, you know how to deal with this. I'm not going to report it to the man who keeps you Mary Lou, not this time. But if you bother any of the girls again I'll definitely put you on report, and you know what that means." Ida turned on her heel and left the quarters. The girls closed in on Mary Lou. She didn't seem at all scared. In fact she smiled broadly when Marnie said Irma should get the paddles out again. Deborah noticed that, too.
"No, I have a better idea," she said, holding Irma back. "Mary Lou did this to get paddled."
"What do you mean?" we asked.
"Look at her, she's itching to get a spanking. This girl is a straight out masochist. What's the matter, Mary Lou, did your parents raise you to think you had to be punished for all the pleasures you experienced? Something's definitely wrong with you. Anyway, in future when you feel like getting your rocks off just come and ask me, I'll beat the shit out of you."
"Now?" asked Mary Lou, still beaming.
"Okay." Deborah sat down on a chair and told Mary Lou to get over her knee. The Southern belle complied at once, baring her ass to the games mistress with undisguised glee. She started to spank her as hard as she could, loud, slapping blows that rang through the room. She loved it. Squirming and crying out she let herself be hit red again, climaxed violently and started to beg Deborah to stop.
"It seems like Mary Lou has hit on a new way to get off," remarked Helen wryly. "That girl is so screwed up that it would take a battery of psychiatrists to unravel her."
"That's for sure." The girls drifted back to their own beds and I went with Selina and Sue to theirs while mine dried out. I was still shaken by the event. From now on I was going to have to watch out for Mary Lou. Deborah's suggestion that Mary Lou should ask to be spanked when she wanted it was reasonable but hardly to the point. She would aggravate me or one of the others until she was actually attacked. In every crowd there is at least one Mary Lou, I thought bitterly.
It took Selina and Susan quite a while to get me back into the pleasure of their company. Their soft hands rid me of the resentment and tension and then caressed me into a softer mood, one in which I could appreciate them again. We were too tired to go all the way but it was enough to lay there with my arms about them, both my hands on their titties and kissing with one after the other, lingering kisses with open mouths and entwining tongues that led 'to a revival of passion which was bounded only by our sleepiness. Slowly we moved into place, Selina kissing Susan's cunt, Susan kissing mine, and I was up Selina with my tongue, savoring her fresh juices.
I loved their pussies. They were so plump and squeezable, small, too, and very responsive. My tongue only had to press down on the clitoris and down came a flood of fluid, their bodies began to writhe into me and the full labia opened up like flowers at sunrise to make me feel all the more welcome. They were like delicate children, yet I figured they couldn't be any younger than me. It was just that they came across as girls rather than women. Mamie was a woman, so was Mary Lou (at least physically) , but Susan and Selina had an almost boyish shape and behaved in such an innocent, if erotic, fashion that it was hard to see them as women. As a consequence I made love to them in a way that could only be described as protective, ever careful of their needs and wants, loving them slow and easy so as not to force the pace, and thrilling to the pederastic quality of my love.
I found myself sucking on Selina's clitoris as though it was a boy's penis after a while, even if it would have been a most unfortunate boy's. Tiny and hard, it fitted between my closed lips like a little bullet. And the more I masturbated her orally, the more my imagination carried me away. When she came I was almost shocked to find no cream spurting from it. These were sleepy fantasies, the kind that build themselves up on other dreamy notions, and I let them flow freely while we made love. They came to occupy my mind entirely, so much so that I didn't notice the girls had dozed off. I kept sucking at her cunt the way a baby suckles a tit with the same kind of contentment. But eventually even I started to drift off, coming back to awareness with a start now and then.
We fell asleep in that position, face to cunt, cunt to face, and in the morning we woke up right there. It seemed only fitting to take up where we had left off, breakfasting on each other with renewed energies, and this time the girls gave me a lesson in pussy eating. They had been doing it for a long time, ever since they were old enough to get any pleasure out of it, as Susan told me later. The two of them drove me into a shuddering, earth-shaking climax that somehow brought the previous day to a full stop. By the time I got to the shower my entire system felt levelled out and at ease and I figured that with friends like Susan and Selina I could last a long time in between real fucks.
That idea, as it turned out, was to be tested sorely in the weeks to come.
CHAPTER SIX
In the weeks that passed, relationships formed and changed. The twins and I slept together every night at first, but then we got tired of that and made it every other night, which in turn led to us sleeping together now and then. All the girls ended up in my bed at one time or another and I visited theirs. It was a sybaritic life by any standard, making love with beautiful women and girls, surrounded by all the good things in life, sunbathing, exercising, playing, or just letting yourself be waited on hand and foot.
The person I saw most of during that time was Ida. She often invited me to help her in her laboratory, not to work but just to talk and play at making love. I liked her intellectually, but the rest of her left me cold. Compared to the kimono brigade she was very homely. Ida, however, was showing signs of being in love with me. The other girls noticed it, too, so it wasn't just my imagination.
During this time, too, Mary Lou found her match in Mae, who knew how to hurt her like no other woman could. I saw them together a lot, with Mae playing the cruel mistress and Mary Lou wincing in pain as the oriental girl pinched her flesh with her sharp nails. That kept her off my back for the time being. Everything was ideal, right? Not really. What with every issue in my life settled and working for me, a vague restlessness came over me. My dreams were becoming increasingly woolly, crammed with long, dangling cocks, pendant balls, bare, hairy chests, which pointed at the one serious deficiency in my life: men. Sure, Bruce came in now and then but it was usually to give BJ an opportunity to practice her art. He let me suck his cock now and then, and he seemed to enjoy it. But for me this was ersatz sex at best. Worse, The Boss hadn't called on me yet. Ida assured me he would have asked me to join him if he'd had the time, and I didn't think it was my fault that I hadn't been called upon. I just wanted to get laid by a man!
About once a week the girls were allowed to go out shopping for a few hours with a chaperone, either Bruce or Ida. I figured it was time they let me out of the cage and I put this idea to Ida. She thought that would be all right and said she'd come with me. I put on my best clothes and went into the elevator with her, a private one that travelled between the apartment complex belonging to The Boss and the under-ground garage. When we got near the bottom, Ida put a blindfold on me and led me to a car, which drove for about a mile before she would remove the blind. "There," she said, brushing locks of my hair back into place,. "now you're on the outside, and you still don't know where The Boss lives."
"He really is a careful man," I said. The world looked so great to me. We were in a Rolls Royce chauffeured by an elderly black man, and through the tinted windows I saw hundreds of people walking about, cars, shops, lights, and tons of men! I couldn't keep my eyes off them. It was hot outside so the men were wearing light summer suits, jeans with cut-off T-shirts, even shorts, all with those telltale bulges in their pants, hair on their arms, narrow asses -- I was going crazy! "I have to have one," I told Ida. "I swear, if I don't get laid soon I'm going to damage myself!" She looked concerned and just shook her head.
We left the car in front of a large department store and spent an hour or so browsing through clothes and shoes and books, but none of it interested me half as much as the men in the store. No matter how ugly or obese they were, they all had cocks between their legs, much coveted by me! I had never been so horny in all my life. My eyes literally glued themselves to prominent bulges, stroked muscles and buns, snuck down shirt fronts to savor hairy chests, and Ida kept on pulling me along from one counter to the next in the hope of distracting me. How could things distract me from men?
"Listen, Wanda, if you're not going to behave yourself we're going right back," she said crossly. "You're making a real spectacle of yourself here. I don't like to see that, not at all."
"I'm sorry, really I am, but it's been so long!"
"Let's go and have a drink. That might snap you out of it." I nodded and followed her as though she was my seeing-eye dog. We ended up in a plush bar full of hip young people and junior executives. A few drinks did make a difference. I started to see that Ida wouldn't let me out of my sight for a minute so I'd be better off resigning myself to that. But fate has a way of playing tricks on people who make resolutions. As soon as I had decided to be sensible, a man came into the bar who almost knocked me off my chair.
He was a little taller than me, with brown curly hair down to his shoulder, a thin moustache and an equally sparse beard that he had obviously cultivated to make his face less feminine. He was beautiful and some people might have found him girlish, but not one who had just come out of a nest of girls. I saw his broad shoulders and narrow hips, the veined muscles in his arms, and after that those deep brown eyes with the long lashes couldn't possibly belong to anyone but a man. I had to have him, it was imperative! He sat at the table next to ours and ordered a drink. There was paint on his jeans and the old work-shirt he had on. He looked very much out of place in a bar like this but he didn't seem to care. And when he noticed me staring at him he smiled and said, "Do you want to know who my tailor is, too?"
"No, I was wondering if you'd like to sit with us," I said.
"Sure," he said, shifting seats at once. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." He introduced himself as Dave and after some prompting he confessed that he was a painter who had a studio right above the bar. "I drop in for a beer now and then," he said, "and they hate me for it. The management wants to bring in the clientele with money and class, and I don't have either. But fuck them, it's a public bar, right?"
"Good for you," I said, only half-listening. My mind was forming and rejecting plans of escape. We could wait for Ida to go to the powder room and then the two of us could bolt upstairs to his studio. But that wasn't fair to her nor would she leave me alone with him. She sat by stiffly as Dave and I chatted, glancing at her watch as if to say it was time to leave. I couldn't let Dave pass like a ship in the night. And since there was no possible way of dodging her, I decided to take a more direct approach. "Ida, I want him," I told her. "Please, can't you give us an hour alone? I'll love you forever if you will."
"Wow!" said Dave, sitting back with his mouth open in astonishment. "Did you say what I thought you said?"
"Yes, I really want to make love with you," I told him. "But she's my chaperone and if she says no, it can't be done. Please, Ida, I'm begging you. You know what it's been like for me these past few weeks. I'm going silly up there with all those girls. Just one hour and I won't ever bother you again."
"Dave could be married," she said, very ill at ease now.
"Oh, no, nothing like that," said Dave. "I'm free, believe me, Wanda, we could go up right now and -- wow; I can't believe this is happening to me!"
'But what. if he has a social disease," argued Ida. "I'll be in a lot of trouble then."
"You're a doctor. Give me a check as soon as we get back."
She looked at me for a long time and she must have read the desperation in my eyes because finally she nodded, "Okay, but I have to be there."
"Is that all right with you?" I asked Dave.
"The Red Army can come in and watch," he said excitedly.
We went out of the bar and back in through a side door that led to a dingy flight of stairs. His studio was bare except for a couple of easels holding large, unintelligible paintings, a double mattress with the sheets half on the floor, equipment, a small kitchen, and one old easy chair. Ida' occupied that chair and watched us as we embraced by the side of the bed. I was so excited that I forgot how to approach a man. Luckily Dave knew all about women.
He kissed me deeply and his thin facial hair rubbed against my skin to stimulate me all over. A man, with hair on his face and beer on his breath! I pressed up against him and felt the hard bulge in his pants push against my pubic bone. His strong arms held me in a tight embrace as he kissed me all over my face and neck, and those fine hands of his moved down my back to grab hold of my ass right at the center so that he had his fingers dug into the split between my cheeks. I was so wet by this time that he felt it right through my dress and panties.
"Beautiful!" he whispered, digging in deeper to get right to my pussy. I couldn't do anything for the moment. I wanted to be touched and sucked and fucked by him, that was all, and until he did I was helpless. He eased me down on his bed and took off the panty hose, then the panties, slowly, watching as my naked flesh appeared. "Man, this must be my lucky day," he said. "A beautiful blonde propositions me in a bar and follows through. Listen, if you two have any notions of doing away with me or robbing me, go right ahead. It's worth it!"
"Don't be silly," said Ida crisply. "Wanda just wanted a man for a change and you appealed to her."
"You did more than appeal to me," I told him. "I think you're just gorgeous!" Dave shook his head and ran his hand over the fur of my pussy. It immediately poked up at him, labia quivering with passion, the juices seeping through. His hands came up under my ass and his face moved in between my legs slowly. He licked his lips at the sight of my cunt, checked with me to ensure I approved of what he was about to do, and then dug in.
There was a real difference between the way men and women eat pussy, and the moment Dave went down on me that difference became clear. He dug in lustily because he loved cunt in general, whereas women did it more for reasons of narcissism or for the sake of the whole person. I was tired of being a human being, I wanted to be a cunt! And Dave treated my cunt like it didn't belong to me, he kissed it and made love to it as though it was complete in itself. In this way we could share it evenly, him from the outside, me from the inside. His vigorous tongue lapped at it all over, he stroked it, fingered it, squeezed it, and sucked all of it into his mouth, working it over till it burned with a hunger that only a good-sized cock could satisfy. I simply lay back and luxuriated in the variety of sensations he produced in me, propped up on the pillows and watching him go at it. Ida was watching, too, still ill at ease but getting into the spirit of the occasion. She was a practiced voyeur, after all, she had learned to live vicariously. And I could see her shifting about in her chair uncomfortably, as if her pussy was getting eaten as much as I was.
Dave explored my ass back and front. He made me roll over on my belly at one point and started to eat my ass as well as my cunt. It was terrific! He bit me and tongued me and squeezed my cheeks till they were bruised, lingering over that part of me until the rest of me burned just as brightly. Only then did he remove the rest of my clothes and his own.
He had a beautiful cock, thick and dark brown, sticking up from a luxurious bush of brown hair, and the rest of his body pleased me as much. His stomach muscles were hard ridges extending out from a vertical groove that ran from his chest to below his navel. When he moved, every muscle rippled in his lean body. And those deep eyes of his burned with a strange, primitive light that made me quail from head to foot. There was a beast inside him and soon it would leap out at me, savagely. He stood over me for a moment as if to plan where he would attack me next, and I lay at his feet feeling very vulnerable. Then he sank to his knees and brought his mouth to my tits, brushing his lips against both nipples while his hard cock hovered not far from my pussy. My innards contracted as they tried to suck his dick in from afar, but he insisted on taking his time.
When he was good and ready, I was desperate. The moment his cock touched my pussy's entrance I jerked forward and pushed down on his ass to bring his delicious cock right into me. Just to feel something hot and throbbing inside again was enough to send me reeling to an orgasm of majestic proportions. It stretched my pussy and massaged its walls with hard flesh encased in silk, rubbing away the cobwebs and filling that gaping hole behind the entrance that had been vacant for so long.
Dave lay on top of me, his face buried in my blonde hair, and his hips moving his cock in and out slowly. He stopped for moments at a time and I could feel him straining to keep from blowing. That's when I lay still, too, not without effort, because I'd been told that the slightest movement can trigger off an explosion of sperm before it's due. After each stop he made love very slowly, very carefully. "You excite me too much," he said with a lop-sided grin. "But wait for it, I'll adjust soon enough."
"While you're inside me I have all the time in the world," I told him. His cock seemed to be expanding, getting thicker and harder inside me and throbbing ominously. If he had blown pre-maturely it wouldn't have mattered to me. I was as satisfied as I needed to be. But the fact that he wanted to hold back for my sake flattered me immensely. I controlled my erotic impulses and lay as still as possible while he eased his cock in and out of my sopping wet cunt. When I glanced over in Ida's direction I noticed that her hands were caressing her tits and that her eyes had a faraway expression. She seemed to be using our bodies for springboards into her own fantasies and was getting quite carried away by them. While I watched she got on her knees on the chair and reached behind her, lifted her dress and pushed her hand down under her panties to insert a finger up her pussy. She jabbed it in one or two times and then sat down again to lick that finger thoughtfully. Yes, she was really going places.
Dave's cock was getting a hold of itself by this time. He began to pump it into me with longer, steadier strokes,' stirring me up so that large red clouds billowed up inside me and suffused the whole of my body. I rested my hands lightly on his buttocks to feel the hard muscles flex under his skin, and whenever I could I peered over his shoulders to watch them. Seeing a man's ass while he fucked me had always been a real turn-on for me. There was something about it that signified in full the virility and power of males. They worked steadily, two big biceps contracting and relaxing to drive his dick up my pussy to the hilt and withdraw it for the next move. He had such a sexy ass, too, narrow and white against his tanned back and legs, and rounded.
"You like to see my ass?" he said suddenly. I was taken aback, thinking that that was my secret. "Some girls do. I'm always happy to show it off." He grinned at me and shifted over so that his body lay across my belly. Our legs worked it out quickly, his torso on top of my left thigh, my right leg over his, drawn back to give him full access to my ecstatic pussy. Now his cock plunged down into me from a high angle and when he lifted himself up he could peer right into my cunt. His eyes were glittering with lust as he watched his cock barge into my pink, distended hole and now I could see his ass doing its number without interruption. My eyes started to fog over, my brain melted like ice cream in the sun, and the next thing I knew I was threshing about like a caught fish, groaning, crying out, mauling my own tits in a bid to get over the hurdles and to that giant orgasm waiting just for me. Dave stepped up his fucking, pounding it into me forcefully, straining and grunting, his arms keeping his torso up, the muscles bulging out while the muscles in his ass remained taut to pile drive his dick deep into me. He kept this up without a pause until I had gone all the way through my climax and had come back limp and happy.
"Oh, Dave!" I sighed, holding my arms open to bring him back to me. "You're just too wonderful to be true." He lay on top of me and let me hug and kiss him all I wanted, but he kept fucking me steadily, working to get me to the next peak. Now Ida was into it with no holds barred. She had her dress up about her waist and her panties stretched between her knees. Both hands were down between her legs, fingering and tickling while she lay back and gasped for breath. Dave noticed her too, and he seemed to get a charge out of it. His cock moved faster, penetrating me more deeply than before, but not deep enough. I lifted my legs and ass, rolling back so that my pussy pointed at the ceiling, and he followed me up to drive his cock straight up and down. My legs locked in .around his waist and helped him to reach the bottom. Now his dick plunged in all the way, our pubic bones bashed together on every downstroke, and I felt his glans bumping into those secret, buried areas of my cunt that were so sensitive and so often left untouched by women. He hunched over me, sweating on me, grunting, his muscles straining. The sweat made his tanned skin shiny and all the more sensual, and when he dripped on me I tried to catch the droplets in my mouth so as to savor the salty masculinity of him. I wanted all of him! My mouth explored his chest, his nipples, his armpits even, and my hands caressed those muscular cables of his upper arms, felt the tension of his strong back as he fucked me, and everything contributed to lift me onto a higher plane of ecstasy, a plane where the air was so rarefied that I couldn't breathe. But who cared about breathing when everything was so beautiful!
By the time I returned to earth he had taken his cock out of me and was licking my pussy again, gathering up all the accumulated juices and drinking them down as if to slake a mighty thirst. I grabbed at his legs and dragged him over to get my lips around his cock. Familiar scents and juices aroused my taste buds, but when his cock was clean of my pussy I got down to the real man. How I loved to eat the dick that had pleasured me so much. It was nothing like blowing Bruce, the self-indulgent one. This was part of an enormous fuck, my whole body was into it. We licked each other and tongued each other and made love orally, until Dave decided it was time to fuck some more. Ida had her clothes off now and came over to us to lie on the bed not far from where we were locked in our erotic wrestling match. Watching us both, she fingered herself with one hand and squeezed her tits with the other, sighing now and then as if to let us know she'd like an invitation.
But this dance was for two people only. Dave made me sit on top of his dick while he took a spell, and his hands cupped my tits while I bounced over his cock and tried to make it do all the tricks he had made it perform earlier. I just didn't have his touch. Still, it was enough to have it inside me and to be giving him pleasure. I made my cunt muscles twitch the way we'd been taught to do in our exercise classes, and that made Dave sit up and take notice. "You better stop that!" he warned. "A man can control himself only so far, you know."
"Don't you like it?" I asked, contracting the muscles around his cock a little harder.
"It feels great ... Oh, Jesus, does it! But it's going to cut me short, Wanda, I'm telling you now.,,
"If it feels that good you shouldn't complain." I loved to see him get hot and vulnerable in his turn. He squirmed under me and almost nipped my tits off with his strong hands, but that only encouraged me. I made my pussy move every way I knew how, working my muscles about every part of his cock, rising and falling, concentrating on the base of his cock one minute, the glans the next, and Dave was getting flushed, grimacing and taking in air through his clenched teeth. He wanted to stop me but the flesh was too strong. I lay down on top of him, his cock securely lodged up my pussy and held in place by my thighs, and kept moving the cunt muscles as well as my ass, slowly but surely fucking him towards his reward.
"No, no, I can't take it!" he groaned, hugging me to him. "Oh, Jesus, Wanda, how do you do that? Uh oh, now you've done it, I'm coming, HERE COMES! AAAAAAAAaaaaahhhh!" A powerful gush of cream rushed into my body and set off new charges of ecstasy. He fucked me hard now, trying to squeeze the last bit of energy out of his cock. His hands held me down by the hips and shook me about so that his dick rattled about in me like a clapper in a bell. Both of us were crying out at the top of our lungs, lost in our mutual ecstasy, and when he finally slowed down there were three wrecked people on his bed. Ida had kept up with us all the way and she looked as spent as I felt.
But there wasn't a moment to waste. As soon as his cock shrank out of my pussy I slithered down his sweaty body and took it all into my mouth. How soft it was now, how delightful! My exhaustion gave way to affection as his limp cock rested in my mouth and gave up some more of its fluids. Dave had his eyes closed but he was fully aware of what I was doing. His hands ran through my hair while I suckled his dick and cleaned it once more. I felt so at ease with him that we could have been lovers of years' standing. He knew my body as well as any woman did and I felt I knew his just as thoroughly. Before we left him, I wanted one more screw to remember him by, one more to tide me over the weeks to come.
I felt Ida crawl over the bed and go down on my pussy so she could suck the sperm out of it. That was the least I could do for her since she'd been so generous. Besides, it seemed to arouse Dave to see a woman going down on another. She licked all of the juices from my slit and hole, and sucked up to me to get the rest out. I was surprised by her liking for cream. She had always seemed like a full-blooded dyke to me, the kind that won't have anything to do with men, but there she was going for all the cream she could lay her tongue on.
Dave's cock was growing rapidly. It thickened and hardened inside my mouth and pretty soon its powerful throbbing reverberated through my body to revive the dampened fires of passion in me. When I came over to stick it back inside me, I left Ida eating air, but she was quick to pursue me, and even when Dave's cock sank into my pussy she continued to lick around it. He took his time swinging into action. For the first five minutes or so he let me bob up and down over his dick, and he leisurely watched me and the woman behind me have a good time. But when he was fully aroused, that primitive light lit up again in his eyes, his hands reached for my shoulders, and a second later I was on my back and he was on top of me, reaming my pussy with his thick dick as vigorously as before.
His action put Ida out of the picture again. She lay down beside us and peered in between our clashing bellies to watch his cock move into my cunt. For some reason that reduced her to a masturbating fiend again. I couldn't begin to guess what was running through her head -- was she a latent heterosexual or something? Dave didn't offer to share his bounty around and she didn't ask, but I got the distinct impression that Ida wouldn't have minded a piece of his meat. I was too greedy to consider that' possibility for long. His cock felt so great inside me, so potent and hard that I wanted to take it back to the harem with me.
He made love to me in several different positions. We began in the conventional reverse missionary, then he turned me around to be on top, but after that he developed a yen to get into me from behind. I obligingly got on my hands and knees and bent my head forward to watch his mighty cock moving into place, burying itself in my pussy and starting that devastating motion again, his balls dangling wildly between my thighs. From behind he achieved even better penetration, and on top of that the woolly bush rubbed my asshole into a state of bliss. As if that wasn't enough he began to work one finger up my asshole, just a little way at first but as he rotated it about inside me it slipped in further and further until it was in to the knuckle. It hurt me and it pleasured me at once, making me try to escape it and move back over it. The conflict became worse when he tugged upward with his finger and downward with his cock, stretching both holes until I started to cry out in a mixture of pain and bliss. He was in charge now, controlling me like a puppet, and my body became a turmoil of mad, clashing sensations that generated orgasm after orgasm.
"Oh, Dave!" I moaned. "The things you do to me! Fuck me harder now, that's it, shove it in me, AH AH -- !! YES, YES, MORE, MORE, I LOVE IT, I LOOOOOOOOVE IT!! PLEASE DAVE, PUT IT UP MY ASS, I WANT IT UP MY AAAAAAAHHHH!!" He shoved it up my asshole right away and from there on I was lost in a welter of orgasms large and small, of ripe emotions and mad flashes of pain. He was far too big for my back passage and yet that made for feelings that defied the imagination. It pushed deep into that tiny hole and started to fuck me as though I was used to it. He had my cheeks in hand, holding them apart for better penetration, and all I could do was cry shrilly, tearing at my hair to balance out the pain.
It proved too tight for him, too. His cock was getting so much friction that he lost control of it, and it started to bang into me hard and fast, erratically, driving me over one brink after another. And when he came it was like a soothing douche that washed away the pain and left me only pleasure. We sagged down and he lay on top of me with his cock trapped in my contracting asshole. Neither of us were eager to move, but' Ida thought it was high time we got back.
"You know it's my ass if you come in late," she reminded me. Now that the fun was over she was all business again. She got dressed and stood by the side of the bed to belabor me with hard truths. "Besides, I have to check you out and wash you before dinner. Who knows, the call might come any time. I know The Boss has been thinking about you."
"Oh, shit," I said from the bottom of my heart. "Who cares about The Boss, who cares about anything? I want to stay here with Dave."
"And you'd be most welcome," said Dave. "But could you explain to me who The Boss is and what his relation to you is?"
I told him the story in brief and his eyes widened in disbelief as he heard me out. Ida was busily applying a wet towel to my pussy and ass-hole as I talked, anxiously cleaning me up in case someone should take it into his head to give me a check before she could get me back to her office.
"You're part of a harem?" he asked when I stopped talking. "Right here in New York City? That's unbelievable. Just my luck. I finally meet a girl I want to spend a long time with and she's a white slave. How do you like that?"
"I know how you feel but I don't think they'd let me leave. You see, it's a secret operation. What do you think, Ida, could I resign?"
"No, not until The Boss wants you to go," she said. "Come on now, get dressed. You've had more than your hour already."
"But we can meet again, can't we?" asked Dave. "They let you out regularly, right? Couldn't you visit me then, until you get your release?"
"Can I, Ida?" The manager sighed and said she supposed she could stretch a point.
"But if you tell any of the girls about this, it's all over," she warned me. "You know how it is, one gets a privilege and the others want it too. This has to be our secret or your leave will be cancelled for good."
"I promise. Oh, Dave, won't that be terrific? I'll be able to see you every week! I can't wait for the next time, can you?'
"You know I can't." He looked sad when we left his loft and I made Ida swear a hundred times she would let me go back to him. As soon as we got back into the car she blindfolded me again and before long we were back home. She' took me straight into her office and made me undress while she ran a bath and got her instruments ready.
"Tell me something," I said when she got into the tub with me and started to wash me intimately. "Why did you get so excited about him making love to me. Do you go both ways or what?"
"He was so pretty, wasn't he?" she said with a shy smile. "I like pretty men. But I prefer women. Hell, I've slept with men, quite a number of them ... but none of them ever made love to me the way he did to you. He really is very good."
"Isn't he?" I threw myself into her arms and said, "I can't wait to see him again and I'm grateful to you for stretching the rules for me. You're my favorite person next to him, Ida, I swear!"
The whole time she was washing me I thought of Dave, how he had loved me and satisfied me, and the memories made me so horny that I openly encouraged Ida to make love to me. She put me through a series of medical tests first, and when she saw that Dave was as clean as he looked, she bent over me and started to kiss my cunt tenderly. I was on the cold table in the center of the room, daydreaming, giving in to her womanly passion easily. She had such a nimble tongue, so deft and accurate, that when I closed my eyes it might have been Dave going down on me. My hands absently fondled my tits and my mind drifted over the recollection of his cock, his balls, his sweet, tight buns, his muscular body, his deep brown eyes with the fire of lust burning in them. She had no trouble snaking me come, none at all. And when I was as done as a dinner, she straddled my face and offered me her pussy for treatment.
I gave it to her with all my heart, eating her hairy cunt until the juices flooded out and ran down my throat in thick rivulets. Both of us seemed to be thinking of Dave. Should I encourage him to fuck her? It wouldn't be much of a sacrifice since she was no competition -- and she deserved him, just once. I could see them now, Ida's large, full-breasted, big-hipped body undulating under his, groaning and crying out, receiving his cock deep in her big cunt ... yes, it was only fair that I should share Dave with her.
She came beautifully and lay beside me on the cold table to catch her breath. When I gazed up at the ceiling I noticed the television lens pointing straight down on us. That annoyed me suddenly. Was I never to have any privacy? Who was it masturbating over us now, Bruce or The Boss? Angrily I gave the lens the finger and got off the table.
"These rooms aren't bugged, are they?" I asked Ida.
"No, he doesn't care about sound effects," she said. We got dressed and she went with me to the quarters to have dinner with the girls. They asked me how my day had been and I said it had been just fine. None of them could guess just how fine it had been. Besides, they were, as always, preoccupied with the goings-on inside the harem. How boring it all was to me now. I listened to their prattle, about how Mary Lou ought to see a psychiatrist, how Irma was losing control over her pussy, et cetera, et cetera. I listened only with half an ear. Somewhere out there Dave was busy with his paintings, perhaps thinking about me, perhaps not.
We had our dinner and watched the television. Susan and Selina invited me to join them later that evening but I refused, saying I wanted to catch up on some sleep for a change. Sleep offered a refuge from all this tedium. The more I slept, the quicker next week would come. As for staying here, I was already plotting ways to get out. One way was to give The Boss a terrible time in bed when he finally issued his call. Another was to be such a nuisance that they would want to get rid of me. If Mary Lou could be threatened with dismissal, I could be too. All I had to do was outdo her.
Bruce came in late that evening, waved away the girls who rushed him and sat down beside me. "Your orders have arrived," he told me. "The Boss will be seeing you in three days' time. Until then you are to be confined to the preparation room. Ida will take you there first thing in the morning." He left soon after, disappointing the man-hungry women.
"So your turn has come," said Marnie. "Well, my dear, enjoy your time in the preparation room. As I told you, it's the best part of the process."
"Lucky you," said Irma. She had two dildos up her cunt again in defiance of orders, and was sitting on them, jiggling back and forth to over-come her constant lust. "If you want to swap girls, Boss, let me know!" She yelled the last sentence as though the walls had ears.
"I don't care either way," I shrugged. What could The Boss do to me that Dave couldn't do ten times better? However, it would give me the chance I needed to become disliked by our master.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ida woke me the next morning and led me into a special chamber which was equipped with a large four-poster bed, a television with a cassette attachment, and a couch. The place was plushly carpeted and wallpapered, the light was dim. "This is a regular passion pit," I observed.
"That's what it is meant to be. Now I'm going to have to tie your wrists but I promise you it won't cause you any pain." She took several velvet-covered cords from the bedposts and slipped my hands through the loops, which she then drew tight. "That's to stop you from giving yourself relief. I know it all seems a little over-done, but The Boss insists on this."
"He's the man," I said with a shrug. Mamie had assured me it wasn't too bad and I trusted her.
"Okay, baby, I'm going to leave you now. Charlotte will be your companion for the next three days. I'm sure she'll take good care of you." She kissed me and left. I lay there feeling like a fool. Trussed up, naked, and with nothing to do, it all seemed like a waste of time to me. This body could be in Dave's bed making two people happy if it wasn't for The Boss and his kinky tastes. When I looked up another television lens peered down on me. What a pervert that man was!
The door opened and Charlotte came in. She was a stunning little girl who side-tracked my thoughts the moment I clapped eyes on her. She was petite, with big tits and a slender ass, and she wore a T-shirt and tight jeans that accentuated all of her best features. I guessed her to be half Asian, half European. Her eyes were dark and slightly slanted, her cheekbones prominent and her lips were full and wide.
"Hi, I'm Charlotte," she said in a sweet, high-pitched voice. "Let me check your bonds, yes, that's fine. They're not too tight, are they?"
"No, no, I can hardly feel them. There's no point in tying me up. The last thing I feel like doing is masturbating."
"I'll undo them now and then," she said, turning on the television and rummaging through the cassettes. "For now you may as well get used to them."
"Is this your only job?" I asked "I haven't seen you in the harem before."
"Yes, this is it." She smiled brightly at me. "I started off in the harem but The Boss noticed I was much more interested in girls than boys, so he asked me if I'd like this job. It suits me." She slipped a cassette into the machine and the opening credits of a movie rolled onto the screen. I watched it without much interest.
"But what do you do in your spare time? I mean, The Boss isn't constantly putting girls through this, is he?"
"Sometimes I have a whole week to myself, at other times it's one girl after another," she sighed, making herself comfortable on the couch. "When there's nothing to do I go out, see friends, go to the movies, whatever takes my fancy."
"Sounds like a great life."
"It could be a lot worse. Of course The Boss makes me put on a show now and then but I try to avoid that. It gets to be such a bore after a while."
The movie turned out to be about lesbians, black and white lesbians who took a delight in hurting each other and pissing on each other. I couldn't get too excited about that, and I didn't want to either. The other girls might be affected by this three-day induction but I was going to be a block of granite throughout it. By lunch time Charlotte saw that I could be safely untied but she watched me closely while I ate. I was also allowed to go to the bathroom and shower, still under her watchful eye, and when that was done she strapped my wrists in again and put on another movie.
Out of sheer boredom I started to pay attention to it. The film featured a beautiful girl, blonde and pink-nippled, who, in the first scene, was shown making love with her boyfriend in a way that excited me no matter how I tried to stifle my emotions. He was a stud from a long line of studs, that much was obvious from the moment he took her into his arms, and to see him fucking her was to relive the time Dave and I had had together. He was great, slamming his big cock into her pussy with driving thrusts, fiddling with her clitoris, sucking her tits, and the moment he stopped flicking he went down on her and sucked up his sperm which, incidentally, drove her into one orgasm after another. My pussy began to twitch and tingle in sympathy with the girl on the screen. This girl was insatiable by the look of it. No sooner had her boyfriend left the set than she was calling up people and going over to their houses to make love in different combinations.
The first one was with a father and son, sucking them off and fucking them all at the same time, the son up her like a rat up a drainpipe and dear old Dad thrusting his cock into her mouth as if he wanted to meet his son halfway. That wasn't enough to satisfy her; they had to fuck her together, one in front and the other behind, plowing into her orifices amid groans and cries of ecstasy. This was wonderful! I forgot about my resolutions and started to live the action along with the slender blonde, identifying with her, almost feeling the manly thrusts in my own ass!
The next set was with a husband and wife. She organized the whole thing for the heroine and her old man, taking off their clothes and positioning him so he'd be comfortable while the blonde gave him head. He had a stallion's dick, just like Dave, and when the blonde sucked him off, the camera was behind her so that it might have been me in there. There was a close-up shot of the wife's pussy, one finger playing around with a protruding clitoris, the other fingers holding it wide open, pink and wet, surrounded with short, dark hairs and nestling snugly between her creamy thighs. Then back to the couple on the bed. The man was mounting her from behind and his wife came under them to lick her pussy and thighs and his cock whenever she could catch hold of the moving piston.
All those scenes and variations excited me, but none could match the following situation. The girl was alone at home, lying on a couch and talking to some guy on the phone. He was saying obscene things to her in a low, deep voice and the camera switched back and forth, now on him with his dick sticking out of his pants and his closed fist rubbing it slowly, then back to her, squirming, moving her hand into her panties and fingering herself until the panties became too restrictive. She slipped out of them and now the camera lens moved in so close she could have used it for a dildo. She fingered her hole and clitoris with increasing intensity, and seeing her do that aroused a deep longing in me to do the same. My hands strained at the bonds and my pussy began to contract and expand the way Ida had taught us. Charlotte jumped up right away and told me to stop it.
"No masturbating," she said. "Not even with your cunt muscles. Just lie still and keep watching the movie." To be sure I didn't fool with my muscles, she stuck her little finger up my cunt and kept it there without doing me any good. "If you keep doing it," she said when my pussy twitched involuntarily, "I'll tell Ida to give you a shot to relax your pussy muscles. Then you'll really be helpless."
"Why don't you do that instead of keeping your finger in me," I said boldly. "You can't keep it there all the time, can you?"
"The reason is that I don't want to have you pissing on the bed, which is what you'd be doing if she injected you. But believe me, if it's necessary I'll tell her to do it and I'll put pampers on you to soak it up."
"That's disgusting!" I cried. She shrugged and sat there for a while longer with her finger up me, but then she got up and took the straw out of the soda she'd been sipping. She bent it double and stuck it in my cunt, explaining that if I contracted my pussy now that straw would give the game away. "There, that's done it," I said resignedly. "You really want to make sure I don't amuse myself, right?"
"It's my job," she said simply. The movie played on, an affair with her girl friend, then her boyfriend made a return appearance for another splendid fuck, but I had lost interest. For all her sweetness that Charlotte was a hard-hearted bitch.
The first day passed slowly. I was well fed, allowed to do my exercises, shower, listen to music, and Charlotte read to me when I was fed up with dirty movies. At one point I managed to give myself a little pleasure by drawing the ball of my heel back against my cunt and rubbing it hard, but she came back into the room just before I could get off. She admonished me and tied my feet to the other posts. When it was time to go to sleep she strapped me into a kind of strait-jacket. They didn't believe in taking half measures, obviously.
During the second day she started to play around with me. She was an expert at that. When she first started I thought she had grown to like me or that she was simply attracted to my body. I lay there in the spread-eagle position and watched as she took off her clothes and revealed a body that was worth writing home about. Her tits were firm and globular with nipples perching high on top of them, stargazing. And her narrow hips and lean ass were in direct contrast with the feminine luxury of her chest, giving her a hermaphroditic appearance, except that she had no cock. Her pussy was invisible under the thin cover of hair, but when she bent over with her back to me the crack opened wide enough to let the pinkness show through. Her skin was a light, milky brown and when she walked around the bed to check the straps, her buns quivered ever so subtly, just ripples running from top to bottom and back again. I was watering at the mouth when she came back to get on the bed with me. Her flesh looked so succulent, so tender, that I just wanted to bite into her! She lay down beside me and pressed that soft, lean body against me, her head resting on my belly and one hand came up under my waist to hold me still while her other hand began to caress my pussy ever so softly. The movie on TV was about a woman getting raped orally, anally, vaginally, and manually by half a dozen magnificent men whose cocks looked as strong as their heavily muscled arms, and the woman was having a great time trying to cope with so much manhood.
I was grateful for Charlotte's attention. That little hand was making my pussy drip and seethe with delight, and whenever she moved her head her hair brushed along my nipples to set them on edge. Somehow all of the stimulation I had undergone the previous day came to bear on my body while she caressed and teased me, and uncontrollable shudders ran through me as she raised me from one pitch of excitement to the next. Actually she was doing very little, just stroking me the way one might stroke a cat. But her nearness, her sexy body, and the fact that she was making love to me were enough to push me right to the brink of a great big orgasm.
As if she'd read my thoughts she got up and resumed her seat: I didn't know what was happening. She had picked up her book and read it as though she hadn't stopped. "Hey, what is this?" I demanded. "You start something but you don't finish it. Is that part of the process or what?"
"You got it," she nodded, without looking up from her book. "Ill be doing that off and on until you see The Boss. Nothing personal, Wanda, it's not easy for me either. In fact, after all this is over I'd like to pay you a visit so we can make love properly."
"You're not improving your chances this way," I said angrily. My body was restless, uneasy, shaking now and then as my passions flared up. Whether I liked it or not those dirty movies were getting right to the core of me, inflaming me further and blowing on the fires. Cunts and cocks swam before my eyes, tits bounced about, asses quivered and assholes leered at me. Women smiled at me from the screen with come dripping from their lips, men burrowed into cunts, people fucked and yelled, and all of the action on screen found an echo in my body. I felt woolly and nauseous, aching all over, and there was only one thought in my mind: I had to get off!
"I have to go to the bathroom," I told Charlotte. She sighed and came over to undo my bonds. As soon as I was loose I ripped the bed spread off the bed and threw it over her head and tied it around her as best I could. She screamed and struggled, and while she was busy trying to get out I fell back on the bed and started to finger my pussy with desperate force. My fingers drove into that yearning, drooling hole and brought new pleasures to it, substantial ones that started at once to make inroads on my frustration. I didn't expect to get away with it for long but it wouldn't take me much time to get my rocks off. However, the system was too smart for me. The door flew open and Ida rushed at me, ripped my hands away from my cunt and tied them back to the posts before I had caught on to what was happening. But I drew my heels up and pushed my cunt against them, panting and cursing, foaming at the mouth rabidly.
"Don't try that again, Wanda," said Ida when my feet were bound and the straw had been inserted into my pussy once again. "If you do Charlotte's going to practice her karate on you."
"She's not so tough," I said, looking at the girl with triumph in my eyes. Charlotte remained expressionless when she came toward me. Her hand flicked out toward me and then everything went black. I came to a few minutes later, still in a state of shock. "I take that back," I told her.
"Now that we understand each other ... do you still have to go to the bathroom?" asked Charlotte.
"No, forget it." I had only made things worse for myself. My body didn't have any tolerance for reasonable obstacles. When it wanted satisfaction it wanted satisfaction right away! The fact that I was hog-tied and helpless made no difference to it. The animal in me could be very willful, and it had had a taste of something solid in its maw, something that was enough like a cock to pass. And when Ida left Charlotte alone with the, the girl produced a long feather duster with which she stroked the full length of my body over and over until I pleaded for mercy. The sensation was fine enough to make me horny as Pan but too fine to take me all the way. She kept on sweeping it along my skin, evoking all my nerve endings and teasing them into an up-roar.
"You really are a cruel charmer," I said when she was done. "How can you be so nasty? I mean, even if you get paid a king's ransom for every session, does it really seem right to you that another person has to suffer so much?".
"Most girls like it," she said. "I don't know why you don't. Perhaps you're too bent on self-gratification, a little id problem I'd say. Now you take Marnie. She knows she's going to be satisfied at the end of the session so she goes with it. The more the better, putting money in the bank so you can spend it on the large scale afterward. And that's the right attitude."
That night I had the most erotic, crazy dreams of my life. Great big black men stalked me down dark alleyways, their cocks hard and sticking out lie flag posts, and I was running, terrified, holding both hands in front of my pussy. The dead end stopped me and I turned to the would-be rapists, smiled, and pulled my panties down. "Come on and fuck me!" I growled, turning my back on them. and exposing my bare ass for all to see. I waited and waited but nothing happened. They were gone when I checked to see what was happening, and with my burning pussy staining up my panties I went in search for other contenders. I roamed through streets which were covered with copulating couples and there wasn't a spare cock to be found. At last I found a fire hydrant and raped it, but from there on the dream broke into pieces and became no less erotic but a lot more abstract and hard to remember.
When I woke up that morning I was in a lather of sweat, my pussy blowing bubbles, and my face was sore from tension. But if I thought crawling out of those bedlam dreams would bring me some relief, I was sadly mistaken.
Charlotte started to earn her money on that third day. It began with a shower. She waited till I had adjusted the temperature aid stepped into the cubicle before she pulled a hose out of a compartment and started to blast my body with cold water. I fell down and my legs flailed through the air, leaving my pussy exposed. She immediately aimed the stream of cold water at my cunt, playing it up and down my slit with uncanny accuracy. It didn't take long for the powerful stream to get me worked up. Instead of trying to escape I moved into it, holding my cunt wide open to let the cold water overwhelm my clitoris and send the wildest, loveliest lightning bolts of bliss into my hungry body. As soon as she saw that I was getting real pleasure out of it she switched the hose off. I lay on the cold tiles and gasped for breath, but I didn't dare bring my hands too close to my cunt in case she wanted to perfect her karate on me.
"Isn't this enough?" I asked her when the shower was over. "I mean, how hot can you get me?"
"We want you to be as horny as Irma by the time you get to the arena," said Charlotte. She was rubbing me down with a rough towel and I knew she was just stimulating me some more so I gritted my teeth and fought against the fizzy pleasure caused by it.
"Nobody is as horny as she is!" I protested. "Anyway, what's the matter with The Boss, can't he do some of this himself? I'd much prefer to have him warm me up personally."
"He's a very busy man. You know he works anywhere up to eighteen hours a day? People think he just sits back and lets others do his work for him but that's not true. He keeps his eye on everything, so by the end of the day he doesn't want to have to work at sex, too."
"Tell him I'm ready right now. I'll give him the time of his life if he'll only let me out of your tender care! You ought to know I'm not going to last the full distance by now."
"You'll make it." She had a lot more confidence in me than I had. When she had bound me she turned on throbbing, heavy music and started the television again, this time with a bestiality film. Animals have never featured in my fantasies but in my condition anything turned me on. And she followed that with a film showing an actual orgy, in which there was real talent at work. I was going crazy. I was sure of it.
She undressed and joined me on the bed, lazily masturbating over the video-fantasies, caressing her tits and stroking her pussy with that air of luxurious abandon of a woman who has all the time in the world and not a care. I looked at her and at the screen, and envied everyone! Her delicious body was just too far from mine for contact, but I could practically taste her soft flesh and the juices that were squelching about in her pussy. She turned over on her stomach and faced me as she worked her hands under her body, grappling with her cunt like it was an unruly little beast and sighing from the bottom of her heart. "Please don't do that," I begged her. "Or at least find it in your heart to give me a taste. Just a little one. Just sit on my face for a second, okay?"
"I guess that can't hurt" she said with a slow smile. She came up over me and presented that sleek pussy to my mouth. I had to strain to get to it because she wouldn't bring it down all the way, but that didn't stop me from drinking in her tasty moisture with gusto. She was utterly delectable. I had never experienced a cunt so fine, so fragrant, and so completely moist. Her labia were very small, almost flush with the rest of her crotch, but when they parted I got hold of her inner lips with mine and tugged at them as if to flush out the rest of her juices. This time I was prepared for her to leave as soon as the going got good, and so she didn't disappoint me. Her nimble fingers played with her pussy continually while she lay beside me, working herself up into such a state that she cried out and buried her head in my hair while her loins heaved up and down and fucked her fingers. A large, wet stain spread out below my cunt. I kept my fists clenched and drove my nails into the palms of my hands to balance out the agony my loins were experiencing. One day I would repay her for all this!
Ida appeared suddenly, carrying a small, long box which she put down on the couch. She undressed and watched Charlotte going through her paces for a moment before strapping on a dildo she took out of the box. I groaned in misery. How nasty could they be! Charlotte let her hands drop from her pussy when Ida started to work the large dildo into her and just lay there moaning. I saw that big plastic cock shoving its way into the Eurasian's succulent cunt, with Ida guiding it up her and grinning broadly, and suddenly I knew I'd had enough. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. Of course Dave presented himself to my mind's eye, and then I heard the slurping, wet sounds of the dildo fucking Charlotte, along with sexy noises emanating from the TV and throbbing music in the background, moans and grunts from the fucking duo next to me, and the next thing I knew I was pulling at my bonds with all my strength, screaming, cursing!
They interrupted themselves to hold me down. My body was in a quivering, taut arch, legs and arms straining against the ropes, and my cunt was wide open and sucking in air, contracting and expanding as though something had gone wrong with the motor nerve center. Ida ran out and returned a moment later with a syringe. She injected me with something and at once I relaxed. Not that my frustrations diminished but my body became a pudding that sagged and seemed to melt into the bed.
"I think this is unnecessary," I heard Ida say to Charlotte. "Call The Boss and ask him if he's ready. This girl's going to expire if he's not quick." While Charlotte spoke to The Boss over the phone, Ida caressed my wet brow and said, "The worst is over, honey, believe me. I didn't know it was going to get you like this."
"The Boss says he doesn't have time," Charlotte reported. "But he says to give her a spell and to start the treatment up one hour before it's time."
"Did he say we could ease her lot in any way?"
"He said not to. It's a shame, really, I'd like to make her feel better but he's adamant about that."
"Selfish old bastard. Okay, Wanda, rest a while." She took off the ropes and let me doze off. I didn't know which was worse, to be physically active during my frustration or to be inert.
My body was demobilized but inside the passion raged in conflict. I wanted to masturbate but the energy was missing. So I lay there and fantasized wildly, my dreams becoming more surreal as I dozed. The injection took an hour to wear off but instead of tying me up again both women lay at either side of me and made sure I didn't do anything untoward. It was kind of nice to have their naked bodies up against me and when I started to play with their pussies they didn't raise the slightest objection.
That encouraged me. Perhaps I could get off through them. My fingers located their holes and started to finger them slowly. They came closer and spread their legs for me. Their cunts pulsed about my driving fingers, hot and wet, and their loins began to undulate in time with my steady finger-tucking. They reached over me and started to squeeze each other's tits but they couldn't help brushing their arms against my nipples, especially when they grew more excited. I had their cunts in my hand and squeezed them as bard as they were squeezing tit, fingering them simultaneously, and they got higher by the minute.
When the time was ripe, I slid out from between them and headed for Charlotte's pussy. The women hesitated, looked at each other to see if that sort of behavior was within the rules, and I made use of that pause to plant a finger deep into Ida's cunt while getting my tongue into motion between Charlotte's labia. They were only human, after all! Now their gyrations began in all seriousness. Charlotte's succulent cunt danced before my eyes and it took me a good deal of effort to keep my tongue inside her flexing cunt hole. But it was worth it. She was as delicious as before, only this time I had a chance to explore her more fully. The short, black hairs grew in a thin line down from her pubic bone to the sides of her cunt and petered out just near her asshole, enough hair to arouse but not enough to get in the way. And Ida's cunt nipped at my intruding finger with suppressed excitement. To make sure she wouldn't look too closely at what I was doing, another finger shoved its way up her along with the other, and then I put the ,pressure on. The women drew closer together, taking care not to take their pussies out of my range, and while they were kissing I moved down the bed a little way until one of the posts came into contact with my cunt.
They were too busy kissing each other and fondling tits to notice me rubbing my cunt against that post like a horse scratching itself against a tree. Now I had it all together! Fingering Ida's big, pink-lined cunt and eating Charlotte's sublime pussy, rubbing my own box hard and fast, I managed to sneak a climax past their vigilance. How beautiful that felt! It rolled through me like a wave of warm water, soothing all those edgy, irritated parts of me, bringing pleasure where there had only been prickly frustration. I felt my system gearing up for the next climax and to make sure they didn't notice I stepped up my sucking and fingering, changing cunts now and then to give Ida her due. Charlotte's cunt appealed to me much more but it was important to stay in the dyke doctor's graces.
When they were in a heavy-breathing clinch I managed to get at the dildo that had been negligently dropped by the side of the bed, and with my free hand I quickly inserted it into my aching, yearning cunt. It was a struggle now to maintain my effectiveness but that discipline only served to make my pleasure more intense. I wedged the base of the dildo up against the bed post and moved my ass to work it in and out so that it felt like a real cock coming from nowhere to bring me that longed for relief. How thick it was, how hard! I wanted to scream with pleasure! Ida and Charlotte rolled about in their tight embrace, trying to get their loins together, and so I moved out of the way and waited for them to get into the swing of flicking. Their legs remained open fair me to slip in and pamper their pussies with heavy tonguing and deft fingering. I only hoped the monitor wasn't being too closely watched by The Boss.
"Come on, Wanda!" Ida cried suddenly. "Push that dildo up my cunt! God, I need something thick and hard inside me or I'll just fall to pieces!" I withdrew the dildo from my cunt and hurriedly put it to her, praying she wouldn't notice how wet it was. I needn't have worried. Ida was far away from the world, writhing in Charlotte's arms, and the moment the dildo was up in her to the hilt she started having spasms of ecstasy that rendered her null and void for a long time. Charlotte was after her, persistent as a terrier, squeezing her tits and biting her on the neck, grinding her mound against Ida's, her lean cheeks quivering as though they were nine parts filled with cream. I couldn't keep up with them any more but that was okay. While they were preoccupied, I masturbated frenziedly, intent on getting every bit of pleasure out of it while it was possible.
Ida was the first to see what was happening. "Stop her!" she. cried feebly. Charlotte lunged at me and pulled my hands away from my tits and twat, slapped them sharply and told me I was a naughty girl. I felt like one at that moment. They both stared at me as though I had broken a sacred trust. "Tie her up again," Ida said wearily. "Obviously she's not to be trusted." But while Charlotte was putting on the bonds she gave me a wink that indicated she had known all along.
It had been fun and for half an hour afterwards I experienced the blissful glow that comes after a good fuck. Charlotte knew it. She gave me the feather duster treatment again, keeping it up until all my nerves were on edge again. The soft feathers brushed over my skin with a repetitive, monotonous motion, running from my pussy to my tits and back again, mesmerizing me and eliciting the same passion that I thought had been subdued. And Ida sat by, watching me get heated with a quiet smile. "Only a couple of hours to go," she told me. "Then you'll have a man to get off on. Won't that be nice?"
"I sure hope so! Oh, Charlotte, please stop! You don't know how that aggravates me!"
"It's for your own good." She kept it up impassively. I might have been able to cope with that if she hadn't put on the same movie that had aroused me so much the other day. There was that slender blonde again, getting fucked into the mattress by her buck boyfriend, lucky, lucky girl! In little or no time I felt as frustrated as I had before the women dropped their guard, and then Ida took a vibrator out of a drawer and ran the tip of it along my nipples until the fires leaped higher than ever. I thought it was never going to end!
"Turn the bed on now," said Ida. Charlotte flicked a switch and the whole damn thing began to vibrate. I yelled that that was unfair. Every part of me vibrated in tune with the bed, harmonizing, humming, getting thoroughly aroused, and still she applied her hand-held machine to my nipples. They were so hard that droplets of fluid appeared on them, and of course all those powerful sensations were transmitted straight to my cunt, as if that wasn't in enough trouble already. Charlotte finally dropped those confounded feathers but only to go down on me and tease my cunt into a frenzy with the tip of her tongue. She could be incredibly subtle with that pink little tongue of hers, running it along the inside of my slit so that it barely touched my flesh, avoiding my clitoris by the narrowest of margins. I started to cry in frustration. She took me right to the edge of the precipice and then left me teetering on the brink. And now the heroine of the movie was sucking cock, getting fucked up her ass, smiling as sperm splashed against her face and licking it up lasciviously.
Ida started to apply the vibrator to her pussy and when she was good and hot she planted her knees at either side of my head to let her juices seep out onto my face. I was surrounded, time to give up. I let myself go limp and simply submitted to the mass of stimuli setting my body abuzz. The steady drip-drip of her cunt fluids, the total vibration of the bed, the ecstatic bird cries of the girl on television, Charlotte's subtle tongue, all instilled a powerful, expanding lust in me, and while I relaxed it grew bigger and bigger. "Wait till I see The Boss!" I sobbed. "I'm going to rape that motherfucker till his eyes cross! Let me at him, please, I can't wait any longer. He's going to wish he'd never done this to me. I'm going to fuck his nose if his cock won't get up. Just untie me!"
"A little longer," said Ida. Her voice was unsteady and her body trembled as the vibrator brought her close to her climax. That big pink cunt hovered over me, leaking tart juices down my eyes and nose, and several times I was driven to bite at it. She was out of reach, however. Even when she came she had enough self-control to roll over sideways. Charlotte took the vibrator off her and ran the tip of it along my cunt two or three times, which really put the finishing touches to my passions. I was cursing obscenely and straining at the bonds, threatening to fuck The Boss into the ground when I got to him. They nodded approvingly. Ida got off the bed and fetched a jar containing perfumed oil, which they rubbed all over my body. The slightest touch was enough to give me dry retches of passion. At one point they untied me and made me stand up, then tied my hands behind my back. I could hardly stay upright. The room was spinning before my eyes and my knees were out of commission. They rubbed the oil all down my back, into my ass, covered my cunt with it inside and out, and then told me to sit on the side of the bed.
There was nothing to do but wait. I felt like a caged tiger. The inactivity only aggravated matters for me. Lust boiled in my belly, simmering and seething. Ida and Charlotte, on the other hand, were" very calm, sitting opposite me smoking a cigarette, and talking about something that was irrelevant to me. The television and the music had been switched off. I watched the telephone and prayed for it to ring soon.
When it did, I was up on my feet and heading for the door before Ida had picked up the phone. "Wait a minute," said Charlotte, taking me back. But I heard Ida respectfully say that I was ready, and a moment later they were leading me out of the torture chamber.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was pulling at the leash, my body storming inside and my cunt leading the way. Where was that male! Ida pressed the button of The Boss' private elevator and I trampled up and down on the one spot, hardly able to contain myself. "Come on!" I cried. "Fucking elevators, they're never around when you need them." That last quip was forced. I couldn't wait any longer. In desperation I started to rub up against Ida, pushing my cunt against her white coat to get some kind of relief. She backed off and a second later the elevator door opened. I was pushed inside and it went down one floor. When the door opened it was on to a large room that was vaguely familiar from the closed-circuit television show.
Mirrors surrounded me on all sides. Equipment stood mounted on long tripods with remote-control cables trailing toward a panel beside the bed. And the bed! It was enormous, covered in black silk, and upon it was The Boss. He had on a smoking jacket and pajama pants, smoking casually as he waved me in. At that moment Ida released me and I ran toward the bed, threw myself up on him, and tore at his pajamas to get at his cock.
"That's a good girl," he said, as the material ripped apart under my fingers. "Go to it!" The last thing I needed was encouragement. His cock appeared before my eyes, limp, lying back in a nest of hair, and I seized it with both hands to take it into my mouth. It was hard to suck properly. My body was shaking violently and my cunt was running over, aching, demanding to be filled with hard meat! My mouth was too erratic to get to the core of his passion and in my frenzy I tried to get on top of him to stuff his limp dick into my pussy. It was wet enough but not loose enough. Cursing under my breath, I went back down on him and this time I strained my will power to get some control over myself. The Boss just lay there and smiled. Bastard! He knew that I was in agony yet he seemed to be making an effort to keep from getting an erection!
"Don't you think you're photogenic?" he asked me out of the blue.
"What?" I stared at him in confusion.
"Photogenic," he repeated. "Look at yourself." He pointed up at the ceiling and there, in a montage of different shots, was I, blown up gigantically. My ass featured in one of the shots, my tits in the other, my mouth near his dick, and then there was an overall picture of the bed, The Boss laying back and me bending over him. Seeing myself that way distracted me only for a minute. I had to get him hard! My mouth fitted over his cock and my tongue lashed around his stem to that end, bathing him in my spit to make him slippery so I could start working my pursed lips around his dick. To make this disciplined venture possible I had the ball of my heel under my pussy and rubbed against it steadily, keeping my lust at bay. His cock began to harden slowly, blood pulsing into the reservoirs, thickening it and straightening it out. The trouble was that my passion rose with his, and mine was already peaking! The more I sucked, the harder it became to keep up this subtle motion. I kept a grip on myself but it was like strangling myself for the sake of later pleasures. To make sure my cunt wouldn't be too tight to get him inside next time I tried, I worked one finger round and round the cunt muscles, stretching them and, widening the hole. He was almost there, half hard and expanding, and that's when I made the mistake of trying again. His knob came into me but his stem buckled. Now my frustration reached a new high. Just having that swollen glans in my pussy triggered off a stream of emotions that made it imperative to be fucked at once. But it buckled and then it sagged, and I had to go down on him once more.
The third attempt was more successful. The Boss slipped out of his smoking jacket and laid it aside, then dosed his eyes and waited for me to get his dick up my pussy. He was hard, good and hard, and this time there was no trouble in getting all of him in there. The emotions that arose in me were indescribable. At last I had this hard, throbbing hunk of meat where I needed it most. I began to gallop, banging my ass down over his cock, doing my utmost to satisfy that nagging, amplified itch. Only by sitting up straight could I get the kind of penetration I needed, an uncomfortable position to maintain for any length of time but necessary if I wanted my satisfaction to precede insanity. He didn't do a thing but for the moment that didn't matter to me. He was in me, fucking me, making small in-roads into the frustration accumulated over a three-day period of erotic torture!
In my eagerness to get off I failed to notice how excited The Boss was getting. The drubbing my cunt gave his cock was far too intense and if I had been a little more lucid I would have eased off as soon as his face turned red. But I was too far gone. My loins labored to send his cock rocketing into Ili hungry, desperate cunt, and my ' grunts drowned out any of the warning sounds he might have been giving out. God, it felt good! His cock chafed against my inner walls, scratching my itch without getting rid of it, and that alone was worth a couple of small climaxes. My head was swimming and the turmoil in my body seemed to be easing a bit -- just one more lap and I'd be among the sane again. But he beat me to it. Suddenly a plume of sperm rose in my cunt and descended to drip down my cunt's walls. "Oh nooooooo!" I screamed. "Don't come, don't come!" He shrugged and smiled his quiet, infuriating little smile. "Oh, fuck! You already did! Now what am I going to do?" I was almost crying, tears of pure frustration welled up in my eyes, and all the man could suggest was that I get him hard again. But that would take ages!
Still, he was the only man in the room, and so I got down on him again. How many tines was it now, four? Self-indulgent old prick! He paid his money and now he wanted his dance. I sucked and licked, doing my best to restore that self-indulgent old prick but apart from a few feeble twitches nothing was happening. If that didn't work I would have to think of something more impactful. "Turn over," I said. The Boss nodded, smiled, and turned over on his stomach. I grabbed hold of his cheeks, white and hairy, too soft for my liking, and forced myself to fall in love with them. If this was the way to his heart, I would take it all the way!
Now my tongue had a larger job. It ran all over his cheeks and withdrew only to let my teeth at his flesh puddings now and then. In spite of my trembling I managed to give him a good preliminary, and when my tongue descended into the crevice of his ass he was good and ready for it. His ass came up some and parted for me, and my tongue slithered down to his ass-hole to explore the soft, puckered flesh it found there. Since his ass was up in the air it was easy to get my hands on his cock, still flaccid but rallying, and I jerked him off while my tongue worked its way up his ass, back and forth like a little cock, pumping life into his dick. His cock swelled with surprising speed but when I tried to roll him over he resisted my efforts.
"Keep going, girl," he said. "That's just fine."
"But what about me!" I blurted it out before thinking about it, and The Boss reply was predictable. While he footed the bill I would do. what he wanted. I could have killed him but instead I pushed my tongue back up his musty ass and went on doing him that way until it became impossible to go on. His cock throbbed in my hand, alive and virile, just my size. Why should I let him deprive me? I waited until he had been lulled into a false sense of security, then rolled him over and mounted him before he knew what was happening.
"Get back to rimming me at once," he told me sternly. He might as well have talked Greek. His dick was up me, plugging away at that frozen block of frustration in my belly, and nothing else mattered to me. It was blissful to be so full of hot meat. I bobbed up and down over his loins, holding his cock in place so I could withdraw along the full length of it without losing my place, and then use the law of gravity to do the rest. "Didn't you hear me, girl!" The Boss said angrily. "I said to go back to rimming me!"
"Shut up," I hissed, riding his cock and getting higher by the second. The Boss didn't like to hear that. He flipped me off him when I least expected it, turned, and presented his ass to me. He shouldn't have done that. There was only one emotion in me capable of overriding my passions, and that was anger. His ass stuck up before me and he held his cheeks open to bare his asshole to me. I stared at it balefully for a second, then jumped to my feet and kicked him with the side of my foot, so hard that he keeled over and fell off his bed.
"I see," he said, getting to his feet, "you want to play games. All right, I can play games too." He grabbed. me and wrestled me down to the bed, pinned my arms, down, and sat on my face. "Now eat it, girlie!" I had no choice. The full weight of his body was on me and his asshole was practically raping my mouth. In order to keep it from sliding over my nose I opened up and stuck my tongue in it. The Boss started to moan strangely after a little while of this, obviously having a whale of a time at my expense. I could only keep this up for so long and no longer. For one thing his ass was crushing my face. For another my pussy was screaming with lust. My legs were free and I hoisted them back to catch him by the nape. It took all my strength, but I brought him dawn and promptly threw myself on top of him, my cunt in his face, my mouth sinking down over his cock. It took him a while to work out what had happened, and when everything was dear he started to bite my ass -- not lovingly, but viciously!
"Ouch!" I yelled. "You nasty old man! You'll pay for that!
"I already have," he replied. We stood up and faced each other like two fighters intent only on killing the other. His cock was hard and I couldn't help but take a look at it. How splendid it was, straight and throbbing, ready to plunge into my pussy and take care of my wildest desires. He used that pause to get the drop on me. I found myself on my back with him on top of me, and this time he didn't struggle because he was shoving his dick into my pussy with battering ram thrusts! I was filled with gratitude. My arms and legs wrapped themselves around him and pushed down each time he delivered a new thrust, sighing and crying, moaning for him to fuck me harder, harder, and for once he seemed willing to do my bidding.
"Are you happy now?" he panted, fucking me like a real man. "This is what you wanted, right? Well, here it is, girl, all of it." He came. I couldn't believe his vindictiveness. A wet, warm dribble of sperm ran into my cunt, and soon after his cock shrank away to nothing. That block of lust hadn't even been scratched!
"What am I going to do now?" I sobbed when he rolled off me. "You couldn't get hard again, could you? No, you're too old for that. Look here, get one of your men, get Bruce, and tell him to fuck me. I need it so badly, honestly I do. Please, Boss, I'll do anything for you, I'll rim you all night long, just get someone to fuck me!"
"I think it's time you were getting back to the quarters," said the bastard. "And next time you're going to rim me and nothing else. You have to be taught manners, girl."
That did it. When I saw that all was lost there was only one thing to do. I grabbed his smoking jacket, put it on, and ran for the elevator door. He came after me but when he got close I kicked him right in his flabby belly and sent him sprawling across the floor. The door opened, I jumped in, pushed the button for the basement; and before he could launch another 'attack the door had closed in his face. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, my cunt was blazing, every part of me was in agony. If I didn't get laid soon I'd lose my mind. This wasn't normal; they must have fed me some chemical to get me into a hysterical state like this. The elevator stopped and I walked out into an underground garage. There was no one around. Blindly I walked along the rows of parked cars, looking in through the rear windows in the hope of finding a stray male. No one!
I ended up at a booth where a black security guard was reading his paper. When he saw me he stood up and asked what I wanted. "I have to get laid," I said, rushing him. My arms went around his waist and the smoking jacket parted to let my naked body rub against the rough cloth of his uniform. "Please, please, PLEASE, fuck me!"
"Why, sure baby, if you want that, I'll give it to you." He took me inside his cramped booth and started undoing his jacket and pants. "Man, this ain't never happened to me nohow! Ain't nobody gonna believe this when I tell 'em either. Okay baby, if you want it you have to get it good and hard first." He glanced through the window set in the door and made sure the coast was clear, then took his big black cock and pointed it at my mouth. I was down on my knees in a flash and gratefully took his thick dong between my lips, suckling it with desperation, hoping he wouldn't turn out to be a case of chronic limpness.
He was far from being that. His cock started to pulse with vigorous life the moment I started sucking it. It thrilled me to see it swelling up so fast, and I gave it everything I had, nibbling and licking, caressing his heavy balls, and the man just leaned back and let me at it. As soon as he was hard I got up and turned my back to him, gripping the arms of a chair and bending over. "Now fuck me!" I moaned. "I need it so bad I could die. Please, mister, do it right now, and make it a good one."
"Coming right up, baby," he said. His cock pushed at my cunt hole and my entrance opened up like both doors had been thrown open to let in all and sundry. His thick rod entered slowly, majestically, and kept on coming in endlessly. When he hit bottom I was already on the way to heaven. "Here we go now," he warned me, drawing his cock all the way back and letting it hover at the entrance. "And here it comes!" He slammed it up me with such force that the whole booth shook under the impact, and that set the tone of the rest of his fuck. In and out, long, steady strokes, reaming my pussy out with a cock big enough tp frighten me under normal circumstances. As it was, he barely measured up to my 'needs. That dick stretched my cunt and knocked at the door to my womb, but the block of frustration was deeply embedded and rock solid. Every stroke chipped at it and with every chip that broke loose I cried out, shaking my head from side to side to get rid of the excess energy steaming up my system. He was good, very good, and what's mere he was a stayer.
The booth rocked crazily as he pumped his long black cock into me. His hands had a tight grip on my cheeks, squeezing them appreciatively until he got the idea that my asshole could do with a little stimulation. Long fingers eased in the split of my ass and entered my anus with short jabs that relaxed my muscles and brought one finger deep inside where it crooked and tickled at those super-sensitive zones. Now the block was cracking. I urged him on, yelling and muttering, doing my best to keep my footing. This was glorious! Wet slurping, soughing noises filled the booth, my pussy's way of thanking him, and the black stranger went on fucking like he would never stop. He rammed his dick way up me and held it there, moving his hips to rattle his knob about in the area where it counted. I could feel that glans bumping into those stockpiles of passion, knocking them over and spilling the contents so that they flooded my cunt with moisture and made bubbles that exploded with long farting sounds.
"You're too sloppy to be doing me any good, baby," I heard him say. "I'm going to try that backdoor of yours, hold on to your hat now." His cock slid out of me and pressed against my ass-hole, which he had so thoughtfully relaxed. As long as he continued to fuck me I didn't care which hole he preferred. His dick made its way into the narrow tunnel leading into my ass and he took up where he had left off, long, powerful strokes that chafed my ass into a frenzy of delight. The block of frustration had diminished but it was still solid enough to cause me agony. His belly slapped against my ass and his woolly pubic hair brushed along my skin to stimulate me even more. "That's great!" I moaned, spreading my legs as far as I dared to and bending over even further to give him maximum access. "Fuck me, you great big sonovabitch, fuck me into the ground. I love it, yes, yes, harder, come in from the side, tear me open, oh, that's beautiful, YES, YES, YES, A BIT MORE, HARDER, FASTER, COME IN HIGH, OH JEEESUSSSSSS, GO, GO, GO!!" He fucked faster in accordance with my wishes, slamming his dick into me with all his might, and the cracks in the block were widening and deepening. But then I felt his cream rush up my ass and a little while later he came to a stop.
"That was wonderful," I assured him, "but I have to have more. Let me suck your dick till it's hard again, please, I'm going crazy!"
"Hey baby, slow down, I'm a married man and I have to bring home a little something for my old lady or she's going to start thinking!"
"I know, I understand, but they've tampered with my food, you don't know how it feels, I just have to have more!" I was on my knees, begging him. He thought a while and nodded
"Okay, hold on a second." He picked up the telephone, dialled a number, and said: "Joe? Hey, come over here, man, I got a nice piece of ass for y'all." He put the phone down and looked out through the door to see if anyone was around. A minute later he opened the door and let in a young black kid. When the kid saw me his eyes opened wide and he started to fumble with his jeans right away. I helped him but both of us were in too great a hurry. The security guard had to do it for us.
I stood up and bent over again, trembling with anticipation. The kid was slung and he seemed to know what it was for. The sperm had dripped out of my pussy by this time and that made it a little more satisfying. His cock rushed up me and he started fucking me fast and furious. I wanted to slow him down to make him last longer, but he was a long-distance sprinter. There was no stopping him, anyway. I concentrated on the wonderful sensation in order to amplify it, and now the block of frustration started to crack, chunks fell off it to disappear in the maelstrom of passion swirling about near my pussy. At last it broke into small pieces and form there on his fucking was icing on the cake. I relaxed and gave myself over to his staccato cock with a luxuriant feeling of salvation. The kid fucked like a sewing machine, panting now, sweating all over me, and my moans were an ovation just for him.
When he finally blew we were both ruined. He pulled out and leaned back against the wall to mop his brow with a handkerchief. "Man, that was something else!" he breathed. The security guard grinned and helped me up. My legs were made of rubber. I couldn't stay up without support. They put. a chair under me and there I sat, dripping sperm all over the seat and breathing heavily to restore my devastated system to a semblance of normalcy. It was all quiet now. Out in the garage I heard the footsteps of people running. They were probably looking for me. No point getting these two men in trouble.
I waited for the footsteps to die down, then put the smoking jacket back on and took my leave of them. On my wobbly legs I made it as far as the private elevator before someone spotted me. Strange men ran toward me and grabbed me, bundled me into the elevator, and took me back to the Boss' bedroom. I didn't care what they did. All I knew was that my body was humming again like a freshly oiled machine.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked The Boss sternly.
"Nothing." Ida stood beside him. She looked disappointed in me, but what had she expected? It was her fault that I had been over-stimulated, yet she looked as though I was the one to be blamed. The Boss sighed and told me to give him back his smoking jacket. When I took it off he noticed the sperm stains running down the insides of my thighs.
"What is that? Have you been fucking around? Ida, check this girl out immediately. I don't want other men's sperm in my girls, let alone their germs!"
"Yes, I fucked around!" I said before Ida could take me away. "I had to do it. And you know something else, they were black men, two of them. They at least knew how to satisfy me!" I was hoping he'd throw a fit and cast me out of his harem, but he only gave me a fishy glare and motioned Ida to take me away.
In her office she put me through the usual range of tests, bathed me, douched and enema'd me, all in hostile silence. Her affection for me extended no further than the esteem in which The Boss held me, apparently. When I was all fresh and clean and had my bill of health once more, I asked her what would happen now.
"Well, for one thing your leave has been cancelled for two months," she said coldly. "For another, The Boss probably won't want to see you until then. You've upset him. After all he has done for you, you repay him with insults, physical injury, and by escaping. Frankly, Wanda, you're very lucky he didn't throw you out."
"But I want him to throw me out, can't you see that!"
"Unfortunately he thinks you're beautiful. Why I'll never know. But that's how he is, when he likes a girl he'll do anything to keep her in his harem. I tried to talk him into letting you go but he wouldn't hear of it."
"Doesn't he realize that I'll be nothing but trouble until he does let me go?"
"Oh, yes, he knows that. And for that reason you're going to be put into one of the new quarters where you'll be all by yourself. That way you can't undermine the morale of the other girls."
"Terrific!" I muttered. "So now I'm to be placed in solitary confinement!"
"You brought it on yourself." She took me out through a different door, along a long corridor and into quarters identical to the other one but empty. All the equipment was there, the beds were neatly made, but it was deadly still inside. She pushed me in and locked the door after herself. I looked around to get my bearings. The staircase led to the roof, walled off lie the other section. To get a look at what lay beyond those walls I took the drawers out of one of the bedside tables and lugged it up the stairs. There was a long drop on the other side of two of the walls, another sundeck on the third side, and the fourth looked over the sundeck used by the girls. A few of them were sitting on the bench directly under me, taking advantage of the cool night air to get away from the other girls. When I called out to them they looked up in surprise.
"Wanda! What are you doing over there?" It was Marnie. She stood on the bench and looked at me with a question in her eyes. "I saw your permormance on the television and I must say you behaved badly. Why did you do that to The Boss?"
"Because he couldn't come close to satisfying me. What's the matter, are you on his side, too?"
"Not exactly. I just hate to see any of the girls ruining a good thing. Stop rocking the boat, Wanda, we like it here."
"Oh, shit." I got down off the dresser and took it back down the stairs. Those girls were happy little slaves. I wanted to get the hell out of this padded cell. I sat down in the conversation pit and tried to think of a way of getting out. There was only one way and the way had a locked door in front of it. Two months stretched ahead of me, a bleak prospect indeed. What would Dave do in the meantime? He would meet another girl and forget all about me. Then where would I be? The only guy who seemed to have all I wanted in a man, so near yet well out of reach! My thoughts went round and round in diminishing circles, giving me a headache without offering any solutions. I turned on the television and tried to distract myself.
Dave's image kept floating before my eyes, however, those deep dark eyes of his, his muscular, lithe body, the way he made love, and how he looked at me. It was no use. I had to serve my time, and since that was the case I might as well make the best of it. I undid the kimono and started to caress my body absently, keeping my eyes on the television all the while. Men paraded before me, strong men with square jaws and bulging cods, doing their parts for the cameras and the many women watching. By arousing my flesh I managed to stop my thoughts from wearing a groove in my brain, and my pussy even started to grow moist. But it was melancholy to be masturbating in, solitary confinement. On the other side of one of those walls the girls were living life as usual, playing with each other, with toys, with themselves, having fun within the strict limitations of this cloistered existence. I envied their acceptance. My hands were roaming over my body looking for a vulnerable spot, but I just couldn't get involved. The drawer in the table offered an array of dildos. I eased one of them into my pussy and started to fuck myself with it, nice and slow, hoping to take myself by surprise. The dildo felt good but it only served to remind me of Dave's cock, the way it had plunged into me left and right, burrowing into my body to satisfy my deepest needs. I flung it aside.
The phone rang. I picked it up and it turned out that Cook wanted to know if I was hungry. "No, not really," I said; but then I had a flash of inspiration. "Oh, wait, yes, I'm starving! Could you make me something nice?" She said she would bring it in shortly. Of course! Cook was my way out of this place. The door led to her galley, and from there I should be able to find a way out. I gathered the kimono about me, put the dildo back into the drawer, and watched television as though the thought of escape was far from my mind.
Cook came in with a tray of food, put it down, and made to leave. "Come on," I said, "sit for a while. You don't know how lonely it gets in here all by myself."
"Sure. Wait till I get myself a cup of coffee," she said. As a rule Cook looked pretty dour but when I paid her some attention she brightened up at once. She sat beside me and watched me eat. I let a few minutes go by, then turned to her and said,
"Tell me, Cook, what's your real name?"
"Christina." She looked like a Christina. Her blonde hair was braided closely around her head and her heavy body made her into the perfect Teutonic opera singer.
"And how do you feel about working here?"
"The Boss is very good to me," she said earnestly. "But the girls are a bit snobbish. You're different, Wanda, you always say thank you when I give you your food. The others think they are too good for me."
In my mind I thanked my parents for raising me to be a polite person. "What else do you do?" I asked. "Are you married?"
"No, I never met the right man," she said, blushing slightly. "I live here, you know, I don't know anyone outside."
"But what do you do for sex?" I phrased the question so that it would shock her, and it did. She didn't know what to say for a :moment, then stammered she really didn't think about sex. But her face told me she was lying. "Then how long has it been since you've had your pussy eaten?"
"Oh, Wanda, really!" She got up to leave but I pulled her back on the couch. She sat down obediently but wouldn't look at me. I placed my hand on her thigh and repeated my question. "You shouldn't ask me things like that. It's very bad."
"How would you like me to make love to you," I said, drawing loser to her. "I'd like to, Christina, you've always attracted me. I'm very good, you won't be sorry." My hand moved along her thigh until it was within an inch of her cunt, and Christina shifted uneasily. The fact that she didn't run away indicated that I was tempting her. "I would love to go down on you," I went on, "to get between your big, beautiful legs and lick at that cunt you've been hiding for so long. I like you because you don't throw yourself at everyone like the girls do. You've got class, Christina."
"Please stop," she whimpered. "Your food is getting cold."
"It's not the food I'm interested in." My hand moved up to her big tits and squeezed them. "I want your body, Christina, I want to see you lying naked before me with your legs apart and your pussy running over so I can drink your moisture and make love to you the way you deserve it."
That clinched it for her. She threw her arms about me and kissed me fiercely, just about bowling me over. I recovered quickly and took over the initiative, touching her, feeling her up under her dress, pushing aside her drawers to get at her big cunt. In spite of my motives, she excited me. She was so big, so strong, and I began to wonder in all seriousness how it would be to make love to her. Christina evidently wanted me to find out because she took off her apron and her dress, and stood before me with only her pink drawers and a reinforced bra on. I helped her off with those, uncovering vast expanses of white, smooth flesh. She was big but not fat, and her tits hung down like two half-empty water-melons, pink nipples hard and big, her tits resting on a bulging belly at the bottom of which grew a lush jungle of blonde hairs.
I shrugged my kimono off and took her into my arms, leading her down on the couch. She was big but a chicken at heart. When our bodies met she started to tremble and closed her eyes. I kissed her deeply, worming my tongue between her tightly closed lips and exploring the roof of her mouth while my hands squeezed her tits as hard as they could. She soon forgot about being frightened and gave in to my forceful caresses, but she remained very much the little girl for all her size.
I shifted down until my head was level with her tits, and at the same time I moved my hip bone between her legs to start pressing against her cunt. She really went for that. Her cunt was in proportion to the rest of her, big and meaty, and it was soon flooded! Here was a woman who had been dying to get laid for a long time without finding any takers. I would make up for that before I tried to make my break. I sucked at her big nipples one by one, biting into her soft udders and feeling her pussy up with one hand, running a finger along the moist slit until she gasped with bliss. Then it was time to take her all the way. I moved down and buried my head between her ample thighs, nudging her fat pussy lips aside to get at the meat of it.
"Oooooh, Wanda!" she sighed. "I have dreamed of you doing this to me. I watch you on television all the time when you make love with those snobby girls in there, and always I think it's me with you. i love you Wanda, you're the most beautiful girl in this whole place. Oh, dear, keep doing that, that's beautiful!" Her confessions made me try a little harder. My tongue spiralled through her cunt in tight circles, working her up until her hips began to jerk up and down rapidly, uncontrollably. She grunted like a cow on heat each time my tongue pried Ioose another climax from her capacious cunt, and for the moment all thoughts of escape had been set aside. She was, in her own bovine way, a very sexy woman!
My hands got hold of her huge cheeks and gripped at them hard to keep her in the one spot so I could really make love to her. She slowed down a little when my tongue snuck into her cunt hole, but not for long. Her passion erupted in small, shrill cries and violent spasms that made eating her as easy as putting a bridle on an untamed horse. But I persisted, following her cunt up and down and poking my tongue into her as rapidly as I could, swallowing her rivers of dew and rubbing my face into her cunt when she left me behind.
She sat up during one of her infrequent doldrums and bodily lifted me up and put me down on her face. Now it was her mouth on my cunt and what she did to it had obviously been rehearsed during sleepless nights. Her tongue and teeth cooperated to give me tense little orgasms that relieved me and filled me with new desires simultaneously. I fell forward and kept on eating her, but she got the better of me. A brief power struggle resulted in me lying limply on top of her heaving body while she went on tongue-fucking me and digging her fingernails into my ass.
It took her a long while to get her fill of me, and in the meantime I could only lie there. My eyes wandered over to the open kitchen door when I was lucid enough to look for it, but there was no way I could free myself, not until we had satisfied each other. Christina made up for a lot of lost time during that torrid session, and when she finally released me I was too dopey to do anything. She said something about going back to work, and I felt her lift me off herself to lay me down again when she was out of the way. I even watched he; put her clothes back on, and my eyes followed her out of the door. A click, and the door was locked. My escape plan had bounced back at me and hit me right between the eyes.
A cool drink woke me up again, and the first five minutes were given over to cursing myself out roundly for being such a sucker -- or suckee, depending on one's point of view. The late movie started so it had to be one or two in the morning. Cook would be off to bed in a minute and that would leave me where I started. Fuck it!
I paced around the quarters, tested the door, and found it was securely locked. On closer inspection I found that the lock was a fairly conventional one, the kind amateur burglars opened by sliding a credit card into the crack. The trouble was that I was inside and not out. They had locked this dormitory, but what about the vacant one? Now there was a thought! I lugged the dresser back up the stairs and placed it against the wall separating my sun deck from the one belonging to the vacant dormitory. My hands grabbed hold of the top of the wall and lifted the rest of me over. I sat there for a moment, intimidated by the ten foot drop. There was only one way to do it, turn to face the wall and cling to the top till my feet were as close to the ground as they could get.
That still left a long way to fall but it only hurt a little while. I walked quickly to the entrance to the stairwell and climbed down into a dark dormitory. Since I knew the layout better than I knew the back of my hand I made it to the door without tripping over anything. But when I reached the door I couldn't try it right away. If it was locked too I was really at a dead end. My trembling hand reached for the knob, turned it, and it gave!
I found myself in a dimly lit corridor. One of the doors led to the place I had just left, the other to the girls' dorm, and Ida's office was at the end. That left only one door untried. Wrapping my kimono about me I pussyfooted over there and opened it. I felt like screaming with joy! It was a staircase, a fire escape! It was a hell of a long way down, but at least it wasn't up. On my bare feet I started the long descent. On the way down, however, I found that all the doors were locked by one of those . devices that set off an alarm bell if opened. I couldn't afford to attract attention to myself, so I kept going down and down, countless minutes of suspenseful walking that brought me to the very bottom of the building. I was in luck. This door didn't have an alarm bell on it.
Once more I found myself in the garage. Rows of parked cars, not a sound, all I had to do was get out of there. I padded along the cold concrete, looking around every which way to make sure those strangers who had caught me last time weren't lurking around. At last the security guard's booth came into view. I held my breath as I tiptoed past it, but just as I thought I was free, the door opened and a man said, "Come back here, you, where do you think you're going?"
"Nowhere," I stammered, turning slowly to see what other surprises fate had in store for me.
"Nowhere," the guard repeated. "I've heard that before. Come 'over here and show yourself." He shone his flashlight in my face. "Hey, it's you baby! Why didn't y'all say so? I wanted to thank you for not getting me into trouble with those heavies. Man, they sure were mad. Questioned me and everything. But we didn't say nothing."
"That's good."
"I don't know where you're going, baby, but I didn't see you. Take care, hear?" He went back into his booth and I turned around again to walk into the street, free as a bird. Compared to what was behind me, walking through the streets in my bare feet, wearing only a kimono, didn't phase me at all. I avoided the dogshit and the broken bottles, and the few people who passed me acted like I was just another New Yorker doing his or her own thing. I reached the building in which Dave had a loft and tripped up the stairs, expecting to be in his arms within minutes.
I knocked on his door long and loud before anyone stirred inside. When the door opened and Dave's head came around to see who it was, I rushed him and threw my arms about him in ecstasy. He was naked, all ready to go, but somehow he didn't seem pleased to see me. "Who is it, darling?" a woman's voice asked from the part of the room where his bed was, The voice sounded familiar but for the moment I was too upset at finding another woman in my place to figure it out.
"It's Wanda," he replied.
"What!" The lights went on and there, sitting up in Dave's bed, was Ida. "How the hell did you get out!" she yelled, gathering one of the sheets around herself and coming at me. "Does The Boss know about this?"
"I escaped," I said absently. I wanted to know from Dave what he was doing with her. He avoided my look but the answer dawned on me just the same. "Wait a minute," I said, turning to Ida, "you planned all this, didn't you? You put something in my food while I was in the torture chamber and you made me so randy that I'd try something foolish so you could put me under house arrest and have Dave to yourself. Is that right?"
"You're very smart," Ida said, "but now I'm going to call The Boss to tell him you're here. He'll have someone pick you up right away."
"Think about that first," I said, slamming the door shut, and going over to the chair to sit down. "I know the address now, and I've already made up my mind never to go back. That means you would have to keep me under house arrest forever. And what's more, you wouldn't be able to trust me on the sundeck because I could drop notes down saying I was a sex slave at such and such an address on the top floor."
Ida put the phone down and sat on the bed. "Don't underestimate The Boss," she said. "If you blab about this he'll have you put away by experts. However, I'm sure he's willing to let you go if you promise to keep your mouth shut."
"The other girls are happy where they are," I shrugged. "What happens to them is no concern of mine. All I want from you is some clothes, money, and an explanation ... or perhaps Dave should explain why you're with him."
"I liked her right from the start," said pave. "While I was thing love to you it was really her I was fucking. And she saw that, so she came back here the same day. That's all there is to it."
"Kinky," I said. "Well, Ida, what about it. I want to be paid for the time I spent in The Boss' employ. Can you arrange that?"
"No trouble. You'll be paid generously for your continuing silence. As for clothes, you will be supplied with what you had. I can't be bothered going out shopping for you."
"That's settled, then. Now if you folks don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep. I've had a hard day."
"You want to join us?" Dave asked shyly.
"No, I'll sleep in this chair. I feel as though I've had enough sex today to last me a lifetime." I turned the chair so that it faced away from the bed, and curled up in it as comfortably as was possible. The lights went off, and a few minutes later I heard Ida start to moan. Wet sounds followed, grunts, rollicking, climaxes, and the finale. I tried to shut it all out. The whole thing was like smelling chicken after you've gorged yourself on it. They stopped after a long time and I finally fell asleep. The next day Ida came in with my belongings and enough money to give me a new start. And after she left, Dave approached the subject of me moving in with him. But I don't do things that way. It wasn't that he had turned into a second-hand property or anything like that. I just wanted to get away into a new scene with new people, perhaps a bunch of celibates.
